Hanky 058

Well, well, well… Was his name really Barack Hussein Obama — or was it Jean Paul Ludwig? Let me explain. After digging through records and old documents, something strange surfaced: the Social Security Number 042-68-4425, the one linked to Barack Obama, was originally assigned to a man named Jean Paul Ludwig — a French-born immigrant who came to the U.S. in 1924. He was reportedly given that SSN in March 1977. Now here’s the kicker: Ludwig spent most of his adult life in Connecticut, which explains why his SSN begins with 042 — a prefix reserved for Connecticut residents. Obama? Never lived or worked in Connecticut. So why would he have a Social Security number tied to that state? It gets even more curious. Ludwig reportedly passed away in Hawaii, where Obama’s grandmother, Madelyn Payne Dunham, just happened to work in the probate office of the Honolulu Courthouse — with access to files of deceased individuals and their personal records, including unused Social Security numbers. The theory is that Ludwig’s death was never properly reported to the Social Security Administration, likely because he never received benefits. That meant his number sat dormant — and accessible. Some believe Dunham may have quietly found a number that belonged to someone long gone — someone not receiving benefits — and handed it off to her grandson, whose citizenship status has long been questioned by skeptics due to connections to Kenya and Indonesia. And that’s just the beginning. If Trump — or anyone else — ever pushes past the birth certificate and straight into the mystery of this SSN, it’s going to be chaos. You’ll see heads spin on the left like never before. Because you can debate birthplaces all day long, but using a Social Security number that wasn’t assigned to you? That’s fraud. This isn’t about politics. This is about the law — and the truth. Let people make their own decisions, but they deserve to know. If you’re reading this and just shrug it off? Then maybe you’re okay with being lied to. But if not, spread the word. Because justice for this country is long overdue. In God We Trust. FOLLOW ME, THE NEXT DROP WILL BE SHOCKING

Dear ICE Please come to Jersey. The people want you to make us feel safe again. Please ignore the children in charge. They cheated to get in and screw us. Thank you The sane citizens of Jersey

Dean Martin and Ricky Nelson perform “My Rifle, My Pony and Me” alongside John Wayne in Rio Bravo (1959)

Jack Lambert at Steelers training camp his rookie year in 1974.

The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man around that they offered a standing $1,000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass and then hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money. Many people had tried over time (weightlifters, longshoremen, etc.), but nobody could do it. One day this scrawny little man came in, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky voice, "I'd like to try the bet." After the laughter had died down, the bartender said okay, grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man. But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass. As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1,000, and asked the little man, "What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter, or what?" The man replied, "I work for the IRS."

Roger Maris, Yogi Berra, and Mickey Mantle