I’ll address the Tucker Carlson news:
I love it.
Republican voters are some of the dumbest, most ignorant voters on the planet. And they’ve predictably elected some of the dumbest, most ignorant politicians — and have kept some in office for a very long time. Lindsey Graham. Mitch McConnell. Susan Collins. The list goes on.
If Lindsey Graham is more “conservative” than the great Thomas Massie, then I don’t want in either. But I’ll happily watch y’all’s ship burn when you’re unable to win the youth vote in future elections due to your inability to adapt.
I’ve never voted. I never plan to vote. I’ve never for one day been a registered republican either, and I never will. But I sincerely hope the Democratic Party beats the absolute fuck out of republicans nationwide in future elections, simply because republicans deserve it.
I’m with Tuck.
We need more conservative voices in academia and public institutions.
Also its strange to see millionaire conservative influencers discourage higher education while promoting choices that can lead to financial hardship. Being pro-family shouldn’t mean ignoring economic reality.
To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
Today, we remember a legend.
On this day in history, Harambe would have celebrated another birthday. An icon that became part of internet history, American culture, and an entire generation’s timeline.
Tomorrow marks 10 years since we lost him. Ten years since the moment the world stopped scrolling and collectively mourned something bigger than a meme.
He became a symbol of loyalty, strength, chaos, unity, and the strange beauty of the internet bringing millions of people together for one cause: never forgetting Harambe.
Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news. And somehow, a decade later, his legacy still lives on.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Rest easy to a true patriot. 🕊️🇺🇸
May 27, 1999 — May 28, 2016
Forever in our hearts.
Seeing all of @marcorubio’s photos from India makes me want to go back to India!
I love India. Such a beautiful country. So glad our Secretary of State and his supermodel wife were able to visit India and meet many of the same people I met while I was there. 🇺🇸 🇮🇳
@joshbazzlepltcs@MrsErikaKirk I even saw him on TPUSA’s website back in Jan when I wanted to host him. Obv something went wrong in the time Charlie passed to now with that. So weird.
@MrsErikaKirk So why didn’t TPUSA endorse Thomas Massie, who was undoubtedly one of Charlie’s favorite members of congress. Looking forward to your reply.
My heart is deeply with Tulsi and Abraham. Praying for God to surround them with strength, wisdom, and divine peace.
"Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." - Isaiah 41:10
A student asked @JayCollinsFL
“Are we going to stop sending money to Israel?”
Jay Collins: “Have you ever been to war? Ever seen someone ripped apart by a missile and die?”
Student: “No, I’m 17”
Fishback called it months ago: “JAIPAC Collins.”
@CollinsLayla pack your bags
Last night,@JayCollinsFL asked me if I was a Fishback supporter. When I said yes, he shut me up, told me to sit down, turn my phone off, and listen.
I am a 17 year old high school student from Baker, FL.