Ron Porter

Oh, hell yes.

America has experienced far-left terrorism for 70 years but through institutional capture, liberals and leftists have been able to completely rewrite the facts. The refusal to acknowledge leftist violence functions to embolden more of their terrorism.

@NateFriedman97 He’s right. You’ll spend a lot of time talking about where you might get some food and how you spent the entire day standing in line yesterday, only to find the store didn’t get any bread.

I asked a DSA leader to pitch you socialism. This is the elevator pitch that he used to convert 1000s of voters into socialists and he did it door to door. The DSA got 3 socialist congressional candidates to win their primaries, so I would listen. If you would want to see who the DSA really are and what they stand for like abolishing prisons then I'd recommend the YouTube video in the comments.

And then I saw the bun. 😂 Well played, QT! 👏👏

@Marian_L_Tupy @ATabarrok In other words; there were 220 million accident-free posts on Instagram.

.@ATabarrok writes: The latest data show that over 220 million miles driven, Waymo vehicles--in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Phoenix, Austin and Atlanta--have 94% fewer serious injuries, 82% fewer air bag deployments, and 93% fewer pedestrian injuries.

With President Trump's revelations last night, this is more timely than ever: The CCP has built a network of roughly 1,000 organizations operating inside the United States. Their mission is simple: weaken America without firing a shot. Beijing calls it its “magic weapon.”

@MaryBowdenMD One would think that the old adage “Surgery is the last option” doesn’t need to be said, but it seems a lot of people use surgery quite frequently.

The piece of advice that changed how I practice medicine forever...

@BasedMikeLee I expect to see him pulled out of his house at 2:00AM in his underwear, in handcuffs.

This is Jack Smith He spied on me and several other senators Then he lied about it Not cool

@upinmontana @russellybarra You can get a Veteran ID from the VA, or do the DMV option as others suggested.

You are honoring Veterans service. You require a Veteran’s ID. I am a Vietnam veteran. 81 years old. I served two tours in Vietnam and then left the military. I don’t have a Veteran’s ID. Veterans who stayed in the military and retired do have Veterans ID. Am I supposed to carry around my discharge paperwork to prove my service? I won’t be patronizing your establishment.

What would you do? Our restaurants offer veterans a 50% discount (up to $10) each time they visit one of our 22 locations. Recently, a veteran’s spouse contacted us after her husband passed away and asked if his discount could be extended to her. In fact, she insisted that it should, arguing that certain veterans’ survivor benefits transfer to a surviving spouse. We expressed our sincere appreciation for her husband’s service and for her family’s sacrifice, but we also explained that our discount is intended specifically for individuals who have served in the military. To ensure fairness and consistency, our team members verify eligibility by requesting a valid military ID whenever the discount is applied. This allows us to enforce the policy uniformly across all of our locations. We recognize that situations like this are sensitive, and we genuinely want to honor those who have served while maintaining a clear and consistent policy for all guests. What are your thoughts?

@SabinHoward I had an opportunity to visit the National Mall last week and Pershing Square was my first stop. You certainly rose to the challenge @SabinHoward and I will never miss the opportunity to urge everyone to go see A Soldier’s Journey.

If we see human beings as meaningless, we will build systems- that treat them as worthless. BUT If we see human beings as made in the image of God- we will build monuments and nations that reflect their sacred worth. www. grandlibertyarch.com

@_ROB_29 From here, it seems I would have been a little easier for those people to approach from the side.

A U.S. Army pilot lands a CH-47F Chinook transport helicopter on Mount Sareh Shargah during an evacuation operation of CIA personnel in Kandahar Province, Afghanistan, in 2019.

The richest people in this country have access to huge amounts of intelligence: custom medical advisors, custom tutors, custom assistants. Data centers are making this accessible to the average American. My full appearance on @FoxBusiness on the moral case for data centers:

@bluelivesmtr Ship her off to the UK. She’ll fit right in there.

On behalf of the largest police news outlet in the world, we're officially calling for the resignation or termination of this officer IMMEDIATELY. A female Fort Worth police officer was caught on camera threatening to ticket a retired federal law enforcement officer and Christian street preacher for “offensive speech.” The officer told the man that if someone is offended by his preaching, then “we have a problem” and said she would issue him a ticket. When he asked if she was really going to ticket him for offensive speech, she replied, “Yes, I am.” This is a blatant violation of the First Amendment. Police officers do not have the authority to ticket people for speech that offends others. That is the exact opposite of how freedom of speech works in America. The fact that this officer targeted a retired federal law enforcement officer who was simply preaching makes this even more unacceptable. Departments that employ officers who openly disregard the Constitution need to clean house. This kind of behavior erodes public trust and makes every good officer’s job harder. Pass this along so more people see what is happening on our streets. #FortWorthPD #FirstAmendment

@Turbinetraveler His new name is “Scooter”.

An aircraft maintenance technician (AMT) taxiing a FedEx MD-11F at LAX took the turn too fast, burning some rubber on the nose gear. Now he has a tire change! 📹: Mr. Gaucho

@London_W4 Fair enough, but we’re not eating anything called “Spotted Dick”, or “Clotted Cream”.

I’ve been slow posting about American Independence today as I still haven’t quite got over them kicking us out over the price of tea, but having been to America, well, all the main parts like California, Las Vegas and Florida and speaking to Americans on here, I know that there are a lot of absolutely wonderful Americans and in fairness, they have done rather well for themselves in the past 250 years. I realised I had a lack of photos of American flags, so here’s the favourite one I took of the Stars and Stripes on the side of the lunar lander that went to the moon. The only nation that has. They still haven’t realised that you don’t make a cup of tea by sticking it in the microwave to warm the water up, mind you, but give them time. Happy Independence Day America. Cheers 🍻

The Air Force Parachute Team

@BritishArmy @USArmy Good god, there are some hateful people lurking about. Cheers to our British Allies.

Wishing our American allies a very happy 250th Independence Day, Here's to our partnership, friendship, and respectfully disagreeing about spelling. @USArmy #4thofJuly #IndependenceDay

@mikeroweworks Left mine in the back of an Uber at the airport. Thankfully she dropped it off at one of the ticket counters. It’s amazing how many thoughts can pass through your brain in such a short period.

Profoundly Disconnected According to my many masters, I should be using this time on another cross country flight to write something thoughtful about my most recent podcast, or my mom’s latest book, or my grandfather’s extraordinary whiskey, or the newest episode of The Story Behind the Story, or the latest developments with mikeroweWORKS and our new initiative with the Pentagon that’s necessitated today’s trip to our nation’s Capital. But never mind all that. Because the only thing on my mind at the moment, as I hurtle through the friendly skies somewhere over Kansas, is the profoundly unhealthy reliance I’ve developed on my smartphone, and sheer panic that occurs when I lose the friggin’ thing. Like so many of life’s unfortunate moments, this one unfolded in the men’s room at SFO. I was standing at the urinal, offloading a few liters of Pete’s Coffee, and chatting on the phone with my business partner. Mary Sullivan was already in DC, and we were trying to coordinate a number of meetings after my arrival at National airport five hours hence. (Thanks to my airpods, I can multitask pretty much anywhere these days, much to Mary’s chagrin.) “Are you in the bathroom?” Mary said. “Did I just hear a toilet flush? Seriously?” After 20 years in business, we don’t have a lot of boundaries. At least, I don’t. “Of course not,” I said. “I just walked past a janitor with a vacuum cleaner. Now, what were you saying?” I put my phone on mute, placed it on the tile shelf above the urinal, and waited patiently for the coffee to make it’s exit complete, as Mary outlined the day’s events. When I finally finished, I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and left the can in a hurry, fast walking toward my gate. My flight was boarding, and I like to get on early, especially when I’m in the bulkhead. I took the phone off mute and told Mary where to meet me when I got to DC. “You’re breaking up,” she said. “Are we meeting at the hotel or the Pentagon?” “The hotel,” I said. “I’ve got a change into a suit and tie or they’ll never let me in.” “You own a suit,” she said? “Since when?” But then, as I scanned my boarding pass and headed for the jetway, the connection turned to static, and Mary was gone. “Hello? Mary, can you hear me?” For a moment, I assumed she’d hung up on me, a not uncommon occurrence. But then the static returned, and I realized what had happened. My airbuds were out of range, because I’d left my smartphone on the shelf above the urinal. Not smart. I spun around in the jetway and bolted back toward the bathroom, dragging my bags behind me. I was freaking out, but felt a surge of relief when Mary’s voice was back in my ear, through a field of static. “ike?…an’t ear ou…Pentagon…you there?” “Yes, I’m still here! Keep talking! I left my phone in the can!” “I knew you were in the bathroom!” she said. “What’s the matter with you?” I reentered the lavatory and found the urinal I’d utilized just a few minutes before, but the phone was no longer on the shelf. “Crap! My phone’s not where I left it!” “Well, it gotta be close,” said Mary. “I can still hear you!” There was a man standing at the urinal I’d just vacated. Breeching all sorts of bathroom etiquette, I tapped him on the shoulder. “Pardon me,” I said. Did you by any chance notice a smartphone on the shelf?” The man jumped, went briefly off-target, and replied in a language I’m not familiar with. But the man standing next to him answered for him. “Was it an iPhone? Blue case?” “Yes!” I said. “That’s the one. Do you have it?” “No, but I saw the guy who picked it up.” “Guy? What guy? What did he look like?” “White shirt. Ball cap. Tall. He asked if someone had left it behind and then walked out with it.” I ran from the bathroom and into the crowded terminal, searching for a tall guy in a white shirt and ballcap, trying not to think about how complicated my day would become if I had to leave my phone behind. Everything I needed was in that stupid phone. Confirmation numbers, reservation details, and a special code to get me into the Pentagon. How would I call a Lyft once I landed? How would I coordinate with the dozen or so people who were waiting for instructions 3,000 miles away? In my ear, I could still hear Mary’s voice crackling through a field of static, which meant my phone was still nearby, but on the move. But in which direction? To my right, hundreds of travelers were making their way to the exit. To my left, hundreds more were headed to one of thirteen different gates. “Ladies and Gentleman!” I yelled. Did anyone find a smartphone in the men’s room?” Dozens of heads turned on a swivel, curious no doubt, to see what sort of cretin would use a smartphone in the commode. Several people recognized me and walked over to say hello, but no one had my phone. So, I stood on a nearby chair and asked again, this time in my full-on outside voice. “ATTENTION IN THE TERMINAL. DID ANYONE FIND A SMARTPHONE IN THE MEN’S ROOM? IT’S AN IPHONE IN A BLUE CASE WITH A CRACKED SCREEN PROTECTOR! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! MY PLANE IS ABOUT TO LEAVE AND I’VE LOST MY PHONE!!!” I was struck by the panic in my voice and surprised by my inability to think rationally. If I went to Lost and Found, I’d have to leave and come back through security. There was no time for that, and now, Mary’s voice was no longer in my ear, which meant the person with my phone was getting farther and farther away, but again - in which direction? I ran back to my gate, scanning the crowd for a tall guy in a white shirt with a ball cap. Still no luck. At the gate, I asked the agent to get on the PA to see if anyone had picked up a smartphone that didn’t belong to them. “Certainly,” she said. “When did you last have it?” “Just a few minutes ago,” I said. “I left it in the men’s room.” The agent didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Just a slight arch of an eyebrow was enough to convey her disapproval. “Attention in the Terminal. If you’ve found a smartphone just a few minutes ago - in the men’s room - please bring it to Gate E8, immediately.” “Thanks,” I said. “I’m gonna go look for a tall guy in a white shirt and ballcap. Don’t leave without me!” “The doors close in five-minutes, sir.” I left my bags with the agent and ran back to the urinal where all my trouble began, marveling at my level of anxiety. How had I become so reliant on such a small device, and why was I feeling so utterly distraught at the prospect of never seeing it again? I was feeling physically ill, electronically naked, and completely helpless, when I noticed a guy in a white tee-shirt, pacing around in front of the restroom. He wasn’t that tall and he wasn’t wearing a ball cap. Neither was he waving my phone over his head, as I would have done if I’d found a phone in similar circumstances. Nevertheless, I walked up him and said, “Excuse me, but did you happen to find a blue smartphone in the bathroom?” “Holy shit,” he said. “Are you Mike Rowe?” I wasn’t exactly rude, but neither was I the gracious, avuncular version of myself I try to be in public. “Yes,” I said. “I’m Mike Rowe.” “My name’s Matt,” he said. “I grew up watching your show.” “That’s nice,” I said, as we shook hands. “I’m very happy for you. Now, did you find a smartphone or not?” “Yes!” he said. “I did! Is it yours? That’s so crazy! I found Mike Rowe’s smartphone!” “Matt,” I said. “Where is it?” “Oh, I gave it to the gate agent over at E5. It’s the closest gate to the bathroom, so I figured that would be the smartest place to leave it.” I sprinted to Gate E5, twenty feet away, and there it was, on the counter next to the gate agent. I grabbed it and fought back a tear. “Matthew,” I said, “you’re a lifesaver.” “Cool,” he said. “Can I get a selfie?” “Hell, if I had time, I’d hire someone to paint us a portrait.” Matt grabbed a selfie and I sprinted for my gate, where I boarded with several seconds to spare. As I collapsed into the bulkhead, cradling my smartphone, I requested a Bloody Mary before takeoff, and got one. Now, three hours later, I’m somewhere over Kansas, pondering that which keeps us connected, and wondering if should awaken my seatmate, or try to climb over her on my way to the bathroom. Either way, I won’t be taking my phone with me... PS. Matt, if you’re out there, thanks again. Had I thought to grab a selfie I would have shared it here. If you see this, post yours in the comments, and I’ll replace the AI slop posted here...

@BernieCarpbu @xAviation Then they wouldn’t cancel due to Crew Rest, would they?

@xAviation To me, that’s proof that the airline industry is not that concerned about safety. They’re only concerned about profit.

Crazy crosswind takeoff like it’s nothing! 📹: JonathanWinton123

@SharylAttkisson I arrived in the UK a few hours after Trump was elected. It was hilarious listening to politicians and the press back-peddling after they had been badmouthing him.

Re: European stereotypical opinions of the US prior to World Cup. I frequently travel overseas for work. In 2004 when George Bush defeated John Kerry for re-election, I happened to be on assignment in the U.K. for CBS News. When news of the Bush victory came out, everywhere I went, Londoners seemed to be stunned, saying, "But I thought Americans HATED President Bush!? They were watching the news, and that's what the news implied. No wonder they were shocked. I have seen this again with Trump. A lot of them can't figure out how he got re-elected because "everybody hates him." (At least, that's what they get from the media.) I will say that this time, there are more people who see through the propaganda, because similar trends are happening in many European countries. Anti-establishment populist candidates gaining popularity, yet universally denigrated in the media and by the establishment on left and right. I will continue reporting on related issues in Season 12 of my TV program @FullMeasureNews this fall!

@WallStreetApes I’ve been in that store a few months ago. It’s in Houston and looked like that each time I went there.

This is a Walmart Supercenter in Texas This particular store gets a lot of online attention because it’s kind of unsettling. The isles are so perfectly stocked and organized, it almost looks like a fake store This is called zoning. The daily and nightly process where employees organize and straighten the shelves and do things like face products forward and fill gaps This particular store takes zoning very seriously