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21 Trump-Endorsed candidates won their primaries today 🇺🇸 MAGA is alive and well 🔥

🚨 JUST IN — TRUMP-ENDORSED ED GALLREIN after defeating MASSIE: "For the same reason I entered as a Navy SEAL officer in 1983 because I had the AUDACITY to think I could make a difference..." "...I will serve this district, my party, my NATION with that same AUDACITY to make a difference for them, their families, our district, our party, and our nation! God bless America!" 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

🚨BEAUTIFUL! The Fountains are FLOWING Again at Meridian Hill Park in Washington D.C. Thanks to PRESIDENT TRUMP! From dilapidated, overgrown, and riddled with filth… to pure beauty and peacefulness. The Builder-in-Chief is back at it!

📺On May 18, 1988, Fox’s ‘The Late Show’ hosted a reunion of the cast of ‘Gilligan’s Island,’ bringing together the sitcom’s cast members for a nostalgic look back at the classic series. It marked the final time the full regular cast appeared together publicly. Jim Backus, who played Thurston Howell III, died the following year in 1989

No matter how much they hate him, President Trump’s legacy will be shown through restoring DC. These fountains haven’t been operational since I was a kid.

My grandfather said he’d never move into a retirement home. He said, “Too expensive… and the food tastes like someone boiled sadness.” Instead, he checked into a beachfront hotel. We asked, “Grandpa, isn’t that even more expensive?” He smiled and said, “Not really. At the retirement home, I’d pay $200 a day for cold meatloaf and no visitors. But here? For $150 a day, I get ocean views, room service, fresh towels, a pool… …and suddenly all my grandkids remember I exist every weekend.” Then he leaned back in his chair and delivered the final line like a mob boss: “And if I die in the hotel lobby, the manager will actually look disappointed. But at the nursing home? They just call it Tuesday.”

Prison violence dropped 300% all because of cats 🐱

🚨WOW!!! Tim Sparks has confirmed he purchased 80 PIZZA HUTS and brought back EVERYTHING that made them iconic! Pac-Man is back. Salad bar is back. Red cups are back. Booths for families. "I want to rebuild places for families to connect and put their phones down..."

Looney Tunes hasn’t aged well

Norm Macdonald was a Christian. And this is perhaps the best Christian joke I've ever heard.

This dude captures aerial footage taken by his drone above Mount Everest, the world's highest peak and it looks insane

Glen Campbell - Wichita Lineman (Later Archive 2008)

Reading X means knowing things three days before the rest of the world.

Mitch McConnell In 1987. “A lot of the election fraud that occurs in my state, and I suspected in many others involve the use of absentee ballots.” "What the public would like to see is an honest election between 6 a.m. and 6 p.m." PASS THE SAVE America Act.

Trump even has the Chinese playing “YMCA” With a marching band.

If you don’t understand why the Electoral College exists, you are the reason the Electoral College exists.

My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.   It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.   The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.   The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.   In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.   The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.   I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.   That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.   I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

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Now more than ever 😂

“The average person lives a life of luxury that previous generations could never imagine, but because of that we dont actually taste this deeper joy that I think God intends for us.” Most people today live with a level of comfort that would have looked unbelievable to almost anyone in history. Food is always available, entertainment never stops, boredom can be eliminated instantly, and almost every inconvenience can be solved with a screen and a few clicks. That’s why so many people today have everything they thought they wanted and still feel empty afterward. The strange paradox of modern life is that we have removed many of the hardships that once burdened humanity, but in the process we also removed many of the conditions that produced gratitude, resilience, depth, and dependence on God. A civilization drowning in comfort often becomes spiritually numb without even realizing it. Which is probably why some of the holiest people in history voluntarily embraced hardship even when they did not have to. They understood something we are slowly forgetting: Comfort and happiness are not the same thing.