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I've stood at the bedsides of dying people. Not once has anyone reached for their bank account or their list of accomplishments. In that moment, there is only one name that brings peace, only one presence that satisfies. I've seen it every single time. Only Jesus.

A Prayer to Break the Enemy’s Plans and Put On God’s Armor

New York is cooked

Cartoons in 2026 are some of the best I’ve ever seen…

WW3 - the story so far. Roughly 20 minutes in. Once we get to 70 minutes we will remaster it into a feature length for official release. None of this would have been possible without X - its the best source for news & on the ground footage in real time. This is about powerful men with their own agendas playing with the lives of real people. There are no heroes and there are no villains. Only choices. "Game of Thrones" for the modern world.

@StephenKing It’s worthy of a horror novel. An unstoppable businessman becomes President and takes over the world, refusing to relinquish power until his domain is great again. Courageous warriors and actors rally the people to rise up, but the masses are infected and continue voting for him.

Trump: Has never had a child. Has been married 3 times Ran several businesses into the ground Never ran a home, couldn’t make a bed to save his ass calls people he works with dumb, losers, etc. Has never done sweat labor Has never served on a local committee Has no life experience

@DougTenNapel That’s so cool. What an honor and such a badass outcome. Congratulations.

I painted the nose art on one of those KC 135 refueling planes! They have Earthworm Jim art onboard!

@Bingo73862 @XAVIAERD As an immigrant to America. The most derisive racist expressions I've ever heard in my life are from American blacks against black conservatives. The mean spirited language and scorn is entirely predictable, as is seen in your post.

@XAVIAERD back in the slave days massa use to have his house nigga sleeping at the foot of his bed and the house nigga swear up and down massa wasnt racist because he was a token. every racist keep a token to say "see, im not racist i have black friends"

“Black people do not like Trump” DEBUNKED 🇺🇸

@JohnCleese The master of sledgehammer wit has evolved into a sparsely informed dullard. Trump is no doubt the greatest influencer ever.

Is it not obvious to everyone by now that Trump is acting on Putin's orders, and that this is a form or treachery towards the United States ?

@BaptistLeaders It would be foolish to have a large scuffle..or worse in a church. Why give a mob the ability to traumatize a sanctuary? The men acted with admirable restraint and are probably becoming experts on church security as we speak.

This is true. Pastors and Christians might have a hard time accepting it, but it is true nonetheless.

@DerekCressman @JakeLang What a cruel thing to say

@JakeLang You should have stayed in jail.

I did 900 days of solitary confinement in a horrible political prison for January 6… After 1467 days in prison, I was pardoned WITHOUT EVER HAVING A TRIAL I was tortured for 4 years and 6 days the Biden DOJ because I’m a White, Christian Trump supporter- who dared stand up 🇺🇸

@BowesChay This report is devoid of any info on the attack itself. Drone strike? Video from the scene? Damage report from Russians? Corroborated statements from either side. Y’know?…reporting.

As World leaders, including President Trump condemn Ukraines terrorist attack on the residence of the Russian President, the deluded Ukrainains deny it even happened. Heres my report.

@DavidJHarrisJr Noooooooooo

Musician Jack White FORBIDS anyone associated with MAGA from coming to any of his performances, now and in the future: "If you support that clown [Trump], my shows aren't for you. Stay home and crank your own noise."

@JimLaPorta Very Nice. Semper Fi

Apologies for the long post. On Nov. 7, I was the guest of honor at the Marine Corps ball for Littoral Distribution Company A, 6th Distribution Support Battalion, CLR-4 down in Savannah, GA. Following my speech, I didn’t expect a standing ovation. I didn’t expect Marines to share with me the story of their friends who had taken their own lives. I didn’t expect the Marines who came up to tell me about how they laughed and cried during my speech. @finnygo and others have said I should post my speech. Here’s a tranche of it. “Because America wants Marines — individuals willing to stand watch while others sleep. We need people willing to wake up before dawn, lace up their boots, run five miles through mud. And sand. And dust. And snow. And swamp. And water. And heat. On concrete. Through fog. And hallowing winds and jagged rock. Then spend the rest of the day training for a fight he or she hopes will never come. We need people willing to miss birthday parties and wedding anniversaries. Baseball games and dance recitals. People tough enough to storm a beach, steady enough to hold the line, and humble enough to bow their head at a comrade’s grave. We need Marines. We need people who can swim through surf, march through desert, and fight through jungle — but compassionate enough to provide aid after a tsunami or storm or to collect toys for children in need during Christmas. We need people who can charge into chaos with courage but cradle a wounded friend with gentleness. We need people willing to get in their finest dress uniform. Drive for miles to a home they’ve never been to and deliver the devastating news that their loved ones have died in service. We need people that will stay with that family during their bereavement. We need people strong enough to do it all over again for another family. We need Marines. People who can fix a rifle in the rain, find humor in hardship, and faith in the face of fear. Someone who can hold a rifle steady and be a friend at the ready. It has to be someone who will stand guard on a ship at midnight, patrol a dusty village at dawn, and salute the same flag they might one day be draped beneath. Someone who’d fight for a country that sometimes forgets, but never forsakes. It has to be someone who would raise their hand, swear an oath, and mean it. Who’d serve not for fame, or fortune but for the individual beside them and the nation behind them. We need Marines. Finally, if there is one regret that I hold from my time in the Marine Corps, it’s the regret of not appreciating nights like these when I was in uniform. It’s easy to get caught up in all the preparation and money one has to drop to come to a Marine Corps Ball. You got to pay for a hotel. And gas for the car. And get your medals mounted. And your date might need a suit or dress. And heaven help you if you’ve gained or lost weight because that means your dress blues have to be redone. But…every year around Memorial Day, I write down the names of 36 Marines that I served with. 21 of them were killed in combat. 5 of them died in non-combat incidents like car crashes or from health issues. One was murdered. And 8 of them died by suicide. I remember going to Marine Corps balls with these Marines and I wish I had appreciated them more at the time because looking back, I’d give anything to have another night with them. Remember….this night is for you. And your accomplishments. You're a part of the fabric that makes the Marine Corps great. Happy birthday, Marines. And Semper Fidelis.”

@oliverburdick Amen

If Jesus saved you, type AMEN.

@OneManCircus87 Haha

What happens when you drink 10 oz of Magnesium Citrate? I’m glad you asked. Buckle up. 12:05 p.m. — It begins. You down the 10-ounce bottle like it’s a lukewarm PBR at a college tailgate. The label says “cherry flavored,” but it tastes like someone described cherry to a chemist who’s never eaten fruit. Regret sets in instantly. 12:06 p.m. — You grab a handful of chips for moral support. They’ll be liquified before they clear your throat, but who cares? Life still feels okay right now. Remember this peace. You’re about to enter the darkest chapter of your gastrointestinal history. 12:37 p.m. — The rumbling starts. There’s movement in the depths. You’ve got five pounds of impacted regret in your colon, and you just drank the “human-safe” version of Drano. You think it’s go time. It’s not. You get one sad little snake turd — a warm-up act. That’s the last semi-solid you’ll see for the next 24 hours. 12:57 p.m. — The situation escalates. Your stomach is in full revolt. You have 0.3 seconds to make it to the toilet. Running is risky business — one wrong step and you’ll paint the walls. You pray for sphincter strength like never before as you waddle at Mach 3, pants half down, whispering, “Please, God, not like this.” 12:58 p.m. — Impact. You sit, and the gates of hell open. The explosion is biblical. It hits the back of the bowl with such violent force it ricochets like a sprinkler system. You ask yourself, Is that blood? No — false alarm. Just the ghost of a cherry pie you ate in 2004. The smell is unspeakable. The acoustics? Terrifying. The neighbors think you’re performing an exorcism. 1:06 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. — Time becomes meaningless. You’ve evacuated everything you’ve ever eaten, plus a few ancestral meals for good measure. Your colon feels like it’s been sandblasted with lava. The burn is real. You’re sweating. Crying. Contemplating life. You meet Jesus briefly, but He sends you back — says your mission’s not over yet. 8:37 p.m. — You’re empty. Broken. Reborn. Your butthole? A war veteran. Your spirit? In recovery. You’ll never be the same, but you will survive. Tomorrow, you’ll rise from the ashes, slip into your last clean pair of underwear, and waddle into Walmart like a survivor of gastrointestinal warfare — to buy a new toilet brush and reclaim your dignity. You’ve earned it. Feeling thankful. 💩🙏

@TONYxTWO Cheers

Shoutout to all the immigrants who become U.S. citizens the legal way 🇺🇸👏🏼

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Rogue Trooper with Grok Imagine #RogueTrooper