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Zwei Soldaten, einst Todfeinde, die jahrelang an gegnerischen Fronten gekämpft hatten, trafen sich friedlich am Fuße des Berges, in dem sie lebten. Während sie Kaffee tranken, fragte einer von ihnen: „Sag mir, nach allem, was wir durchgemacht haben, was hat dich am meisten über den Krieg gelehrt?“ Der andere Soldat nahm einen Schluck Kaffee, blickte in die Ferne und antwortete: „Ich habe gelernt, dass es im Krieg keine Sieger gibt. Am Ende jeder Schlacht misst sich der Sieg an der Zahl der Überlebenden, nicht am eroberten Gebiet. Als ich nach Hause zurückkehrte, erkannte ich, dass all unsere Ideologien und unser Hass vergänglich waren und die Wunden und die Leere in unseren Häusern dieselben geblieben waren. Krieg ist nur eine Illusion, von der Politiker profitieren, während einfache Menschen ihre Lieben und ihren Frieden verlieren.“ Die Lehre aus dieser Geschichte ist, dass es keine Rechtfertigung für Konflikte und Zerstörung gibt. Der größte Sieg besteht nicht darin, den Feind auf dem Schlachtfeld zu besiegen, sondern den Wert des Friedens zu erkennen und die Menschlichkeit zu bewahren.

Amazing!

This should be the average American home

“I don’t want war with Russia, and I don’t want to see in the EU a country where Nazis are honored” — French politician Nicolas Dupont-Aignan. •If Ukraine joins the EU, France will find itself at war with Russia. That is madness. If Ukraine joins the EU, it will ruin our farmers, and that too is madness. If Ukraine joins the EU, we will once again be spending billions. And we are going to admit a country whose president has not been re-elected, where there have been no elections for two years now, and where former Nazi collaborators are honored at state ceremonies. I do not want this. And I know that peace is possible. Trump wants peace with Putin. And France should want it too. •But does Putin want it? •Of course, he needs peace just as much as anyone else. 👍 Skabeeva in Max

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🚨 SHOCKING BETRAYAL IN THE SENATE! 🚨 Rep. Tim Burchett just grilled Senate Leader John Thune: Why has the House bill to STOP U.S. taxpayer dollars from funding the TALIBAN been sitting for nearly 11 MONTHS with ZERO action?! Thune admitted he hadn’t even READ it. Every week of delay = $40 MILLION more of YOUR money flowing to terrorists in Afghanistan! This is INSANE. Americans are funding our enemies while Congress sleeps?! DEMAND A VOTE NOW! RT if you’re furious! Tag your Senators! #FundTheTalibanNoMore #DrainTheSwamp #AmericaFirst

From the article: “[sect. 224 of the NDAA is] not an alliance with a talented and responsible ally that will help keep the US safe, but a trap being set by Israel and its lobby to bind our country to a state that, for all its past promise, has gone rogue.” theguardian.com/commentisfree/…

@RoKhanna Thank you Ro for using your position on that committee to offer the amendment. Looking forward to posting that roll call vote from the Armed Services committee. Maybe they’ll go ahead and strip the provision instead of taking the vote, now that people are on to them.

And I will be offering an amendment in the committee itself to strip section 224 out, @RepThomasMassie. Trump can't kill the Massie/Khanna partnership no matter how much he posts on Truth Social.

Axios and Iran International are both fake news. Ignore them.

My wife went shopping today!

If you only do one thing today, tweet some kind of support for @RepThomasMassie he is the main guy pushing for the release of the Epstein files and Trump hates him for it.

@JamesTate121 Lmao! That is a perfect description of my neighbors. Now every time I see them I’m gonna bust out laughing!

Very well written essay on the MAGA voter. This is what we are up against. Sam is 61 years old and lives in a town where the Applebee’s closed in 2014 and people still mention it like it was a natural disaster. The old factory shut down years ago, but Sam keeps his faded employee badge in a kitchen drawer because he considers it proof that America peaked sometime around 1987, right between the release of Top Gun and the invention of low-flow toilets. He firmly believes the country began collapsing the moment they stopped letting people smoke in restaurants and started putting kale in things. He wakes up every morning at 5:12 a.m., not because he has anywhere to be, but because decades of shift work, untreated sleep apnea, and permanent low-grade outrage have hardwired his body into a permanent state of agitation. He shuffles into the kitchen wearing camouflage pajama pants and a T-shirt that says “I Stand for the Flag” even though he has not stood up quickly without groaning since 2009. He pours himself coffee strong enough to power farm equipment and settles into his recliner to begin his daily ritual of becoming personally offended by things happening hundreds or thousands of miles away. Within half an hour, he is enraged about crime in Chicago, drag queens in Seattle, wind turbines in California, and a college professor in Vermont he has never heard of and never will again. Sam spends most of his time marinating in an ecosystem of Facebook memes, talk radio, Fox News, chain emails, YouTube clips, and badly designed websites with names like Patriot Eagle Freedom Truth News. By noon, he has shared seven posts warning that America is under attack by socialists, immigrants, vegans, pronouns, electric stoves, and people who use the phrase “lived experience.” He believes every story because every story confirms what he already feels: that the country has been stolen from people like him and handed over to people he does not understand. Sam is absolutely convinced he is one of the last remaining “real Americans,” despite living in a county entirely populated by people who also think they are the last remaining real Americans. He misses the America of his youth, which in his memory was a magical place where every man had a factory job, every woman made tuna casserole, every child respected authority, and nobody had tattoos, gluten allergies, or opinions about gender. He is nostalgic for a version of the country that mostly exists as a combination of old pickup truck commercials, Toby Keith songs, and stories his grandfather exaggerated after three beers. His truck is the size of a military vehicle and has never once carried anything heavier than mulch and emotional baggage. His pickup truck is so large that small birds alter their migration patterns to avoid it. The truck has never hauled lumber, gravel, or equipment, but it does haul an enormous amount of political anxiety. The back is covered in bumper stickers warning that he is armed, angry, and deeply suspicious of the federal government, except for when it comes to Medicare, Social Security, highways, farm subsidies, police funding, veterans’ benefits, and keeping its hands off his lawn. He likes to tell people he is “not political,” which is impressive considering his entire personality has become an endless loop of cable news grievances. He cannot attend a barbecue, church picnic, football game, or grandchild’s birthday party without eventually bringing up inflation, Hunter Biden, gas stoves, “the border,” or how nobody can say Merry Christmas anymore even though literally everyone still says Merry Christmas. Then Trump arrived, descending from his golden escalator like a casino-themed prophet sent by God to sell steaks and grievance. Sam had finally found his perfect candidate: a billionaire from Manhattan with multiple mansions, gold-plated bathrooms, and a private jet, who somehow convinced Sam that he understood the pain of a man screaming at the self-checkout machine in Walmart. Trump was loud, angry, theatrical, and constantly under investigation, which only made Sam admire him more. Every lawsuit, scandal, or indictment was not evidence of wrongdoing. It was proof that Trump was fighting the deep state, the media, the elites, the globalists, the FBI, the Democrats, the RINOs, and possibly the ghost of George Soros. Every scandal, every lawsuit, every indictment, every accusation became proof that Trump was fighting the corrupt establishment on behalf of “real Americans” like Sam. At this point, Sam does not support Trump because of policy details. He supports Trump because Trump has become the human embodiment of his anger, nostalgia, confusion, and Facebook feed. Trump says the world Sam remembers can come back, that the people Sam dislikes can be punished, and that all of Sam's frustrations are someone else’s fault. To Sam, Trump is no longer just a politician. He is a lifestyle brand. He is a martyr, a warrior, a stand-up comedian, a victim, a patriot, and the lead singer of a traveling grievance festival. Sam owns at least three Trump hats, two Trump flags, a Trump coffee mug, a “Never Surrender” T-shirt, and a giant “Let’s Go Brandon” sign in the garage that he insists is “not political, just funny.” For Sam, that is not politics. That is therapy. Trump is not just a candidate anymore; he is an emotional support billionaire. He is a spray-tanned security blanket with a private jet. He is the gold-plated, fast-food-fueled mascot Sam clings to whenever the modern world feels confusing, threatening, or insufficiently patriotic. Trump gives him a ready-made explanation for every disappointment in his life: it is not aging, bad luck, economic change, or his own choices; it is the immigrants, the liberals, the media, the globalists, the vegans, the people with pronouns, and whoever is ruining Christmas this week. Supporting Trump lets Sam believe there is still someone out there fighting for him.

Survival, despite the burdens of life

LMAO!!!

@elonmusk …with drive and determination.

Matter, Energy & Intelligence

Luv it!!

@sheryl_says @catturd2 LMAO!!

@catturd2 And neither will you.

In 200 years, they’ll be talking about how great of a president, President Trump was. Not one of the doomer podcast Bros will be remembered five minutes after they pass. This is a fact.