Mo-Googan

🚨 INCREDIBLE! This is a stunning drone light show depicting Jesus on the Cross (the Crucifixion) It was created as part of the “Jesus Jesus Jesus” Holy Week event by The Church on Master’s Road in Manvel, Texas. Thousands of synchronized drones lit up the night sky during Good Friday to tell the Gospel story in a powerful, modern way. Absolutely breathtaking!

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I want to apologize for not responding to any of the 22 thousand comments my last post inspired. I’ve been filming all week and just noticed my observations about Jimmy Kimmel and a former plumber named Markwayne Mullin have gone viral. I've also noticed that many of the comments are from people who genuinely seem to believe that Jimmy wasn’t belittling plumbers at all, but was instead, simply trying to point out that Mullin is not qualified to lead the DHS. Here's a small smattering... Roger Bicknell... Mikey stop. Kimmel wasn't making fun of plumbers he was making fun of Mullin. Rebecca Piatt Gonzalez... Dearest Mike, it's not anything to do with his being a plumber. It's him NOT being skilled in Homeland Security. Patrick Wise... Being a plumber qualifies you to be a plumber. Period. The issue Jimmy and the rest of us at the adult table recognize is that jobs require certain training and experience and being a plumber does not qualify you to be Sec of DHS. Had Roger, Rebecca, Patrick and all the others who rushed to Jimmy’s Kimmel’s defense actually read what I had written, they would see that I did not suggest - even remotely - that a plumber was inherently qualified to hold a cabinet position. What I said was that being a plumber should not disqualify a person from holding such a position. Big difference. Doctors, lawyers, veterinarians, fireman, and university professors are no more or less qualified to run the DHS than plumbers, electricians, or carpenters – but should they all be dismissed as “unqualified” simply because they made a living in some other vocation? As I wrote in my original post, credentials and diplomas are great ways to bolster a person’s credibility, especially if we’re talking about mastering a specific skill. I think we can all agree that plumbers, accountants, mechanics, and surgeons should all have to prove themselves competent before hanging out a shingle. But what do their credentials and diplomas have to do with their actual competency? Are we not already surrounded by a legion of perfectly qualified experts who don't know what the hell they're doing? Moreover, what do credentials and experience have to do with wisdom, honesty, common sense, integrity, courage, the ability to lead, or any other virtue we’d like to have in our elected officials? There are plenty of legitimate reasons to question Mullin’s suitability for this role. But there’s no legitimate reason to disqualify him simply because he used to be a plumber. Just as there was no legitimate reason to dismiss AOC because she used to tend bar. As for the joke itself, here’s an honest question. If Senator Mullin was a retired doctor instead of a retired plumber, do you believe he would have would made the same joke? Roger, Rebecca, Patrick...be honest. Do you really think Jimmy would have said to his audience, "So, now we have a DOCTOR in charge of protecting us from terrorism? Hey – it worked for Dr. Suess – maybe it’ll work for Markwayne!" Personally, I don't. Not in a million years. Why? Because no one would have found it funny, that’s why. Even though doctors are no more “qualified” to protect us from terrorists than plumbers are, Jimmy knows that doctors are widely respected in society, and that plumbers are not. He knows that medical degrees and doctorates are aspirational credentials, whereas plumbing certificates are not. The entire premise of his joke was based on a personal bias that he knew his audience shared – a bias that presupposes plumbers are uneducated, one-dimensional workers who never made it to college, and are therefore "unqualified" to do anything but plumb. Jimmy is entitled to his opinion, along with anyone else who believes that Mullin is unqualified to lead the DHS. The Constitution, however, says otherwise, and so does the Senate. Likewise, reasonable people can disagree as to what is funny and what isn’t. Frankly, I couldn’t care less. What I do care about, is the extraordinary shortage of plumbers and electricians our country is facing, and the longstanding stigmas and stereotypes that continue to discourage people from considering a lucrative career in the skilled trades. Jimmy’s joke – and his audience’s reaction to it – is proof positive that those stigmas and stereotypes are alive and well. PS. We have a lot of money set aside to help train the next generation of plumbers. Apply for a scholarship at mikeroweworks.org Who knows? Could be the first step on your road to President..

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Traveling can be a little ruff. So… 🚨EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY🚨 To bring civility back to travel, we are requiring all pets to dress appropriately on flights ✈️ Sit, Stay & Relax!

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After much thought and a huge thank you to the NCAA, I have been granted a 6th year of eligibility!!! I’m staying #loyaltothesoil Let’s get to work!!!

🔥 Metallica unleashes "Enter Sandman" at Virginia Tech’s Lane Stadium… and 65,000 Hokies fans go so feral it registers as a literal EARTHQUAKE! 🤘💥 Lane Stadium was SHAKING. This is why live rock will never die. Who else gets chills from this energy? Drop your favorite Metallica moment below! #Metallica #EnterSandman #VirginiaTech #Hokies #RockLegend

41 years later… this song is even more relevant now than it was then…

HISTORIC SEASON CONTINUES FOR THE REDHAWKS 🕺 Miami marches on to the first round after defeating SMU 89-79 💪 #MarchMadness

If you’ve never had sausage gravy and biscuits, you’re missing out. This is a great recipe—the way he cooks it. It can be made indoors. It’s delicious, and something I make on Sunday mornings.

4 Months ago Stormzy couldn't walk with a brain injury. He'd been told he had to be put to sleep. Today I got to go and visit him in his new home. The world needs more Stormzy right now!!! Can't stop smiling after today

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Man, every single person involved in this recording did everything absolutely right, perfection.

Brick Street in Oxford, OH reaction Jack Hughes’ USA Gold Medal OT winner 🎥 @BrickStOxford

HELLE ‼️ #WinterOlympics

JACK HUGHES OT AMERICAN HERO 🇺🇸 WHAT A GAME. THE UNITED STATES HAVE WON THE GOLD MEDAL IN MENS HOCKEY OVER CANADA

I scheduled the appointment to have my father’s dog put down for 9:00 a.m., the morning after the funeral. I told myself it was mercy. Dad was gone. Rusty—a massive, arthritic Golden Retriever with milky eyes and a slow, aching gait—looked like grief made flesh. I couldn’t bring a ninety-pound dog into my spotless, no-pets-allowed condo in downtown Seattle. I had a flight to catch. Meetings to attend. A life waiting for me. My father, Frank “The Tank” Miller, wasn’t remembered for tenderness. He was a union steelworker carved from another era—quiet, blunt, permanently scowling. He kept the blinds closed, spoke in grunts, and terrified neighborhood kids if their soccer ball rolled onto his lawn. Vulnerability wasn’t something he practiced. I left home at eighteen to chase a tech career and rarely looked back. Walking into his small, silent house after the funeral felt like stepping into wet cement. Rusty lay by the front door, tail thumping weakly when he saw me. Hanging from his collar was a battered, oil-stained leather pouch. It looked strange. Almost ceremonial. “Come on, buddy,” I sighed the next morning, clipping on his leash. “One last walk.” I planned a quick lap around the block. Efficient. Final. Rusty had other ideas. The moment his paws hit the sidewalk, the old dog straightened. He didn’t shuffle—he marched. He pulled with a strength that startled me, steering us past the park and straight toward Main Street. He stopped in front of Miller’s Hardware & Feed, sat down hard, barked once, and waited. Old Man Henderson limped out from behind the counter, wiping grease from his hands. He gave me a stiff nod—then saw Rusty, and his face collapsed. “Well, hey there, boy,” he whispered, kneeling with a groan. He pulled a folded receipt from his pocket and slipped it into the leather pouch. Then he fed Rusty a strip of good beef jerky. “What is this?” I asked, glancing at my watch. “I’m in a hurry.” Henderson looked up, eyes glassy. “Your dad hated small talk. Wouldn’t step foot inside. But every Tuesday for five years, he sent Rusty down here.” He nodded at the pouch. “Usually had a fifty in it.” “A fifty? For what?” “For Mrs. Gable,” he said quietly. “Widow down the street. Heat costs more than her Social Security check. Your dad paid for her porch repairs, too. Made me promise I’d never tell her.” I stood frozen. My father—the man who reused nails and stashed loose change in coffee cans? Rusty tugged the leash again. Next stop: the elementary school bus bench. A boy sat alone, staring at his shoes. Maybe ten. Too thin. When he saw Rusty, he didn’t smile—he crumpled. He buried his face in Rusty’s fur and cried. Rusty stood perfectly still, licking the boy’s tears. “He waits for Leo every morning,” the crossing guard whispered beside me. “Kid gets bullied. Your dad watched from his porch with binoculars. Sent Rusty over right before the bus came.” She smiled sadly. “He told me once, ‘A kid can’t feel alone if he’s got a lion watching his back.’” She nodded at the pouch. “Usually a candy bar in there.” I finally understood. That pouch wasn’t storage. It was a bridge. My father didn’t know how to say I care. So he found another way. Rusty wasn’t a pet. He was a messenger. The kindness my father didn’t know how to hand directly to the world. We walked for two hours. A diner waitress received “anonymous” cash for diapers. A librarian let Rusty sit while she read poetry out loud. A town stitched together by quiet generosity and golden fur. By sunset, we were back at the house. My hands shook as I unclipped the leash. I canceled the vet appointment. Then I opened the pouch. Inside, beneath the receipt, was a folded piece of notebook paper. The handwriting was shaky. Blocky. Dad’s. If you’re reading this, I’m gone. Don’t cage Rusty. He’s not a dog. He’s the part of me that knew how to be kind. He’s the best part of me.

Brilliant explains the Trump Doctrine !!!One of the greatest speeches of our time by Sec of State Marco Rubio The fact he received a standing ovation by the European leaders after seeing their defiance against the Trump administration lately.. just wow. “Mass migration is not, was not, isn’t some fringe concern of little consequence. It was and continues to be a CRISIS that is transforming and destabilising societies across the West” “In a pursuit of a world without borders, we opened our doors to an unprecedented wave of mass migration that threatens the cohesion of our societies, the continuity of our culture and the future of our people” Full speech here.

BREAKING: I've been given permission to share a piece of the Bob Huggins Documentary, Beyond The Bench thanks to Executive Producer Allen Hilsinger. Thanks to @Truckbryant25 and @CorieBlount as well! Get ready to cry & SHARE THIS OUT FOR HUGGS plz!