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If Michael Jackson's song "Beat It" were country. This is actually pretty darn good. It may be because I love country, but what do you think?

@RealDeanCain Never forget

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@mcafeenew @UnmaskTheSys Bravo

🚨BYRON DONALDS JUST ABSOLUTELY TORCHED JAKE TAPPER LIVE ON AIR — LEFTIST HACK TRIED TO TRAP HIM ON FLORIDA’S “NO MEN IN WOMEN’S BATHROOMS” LAW AND GOT DESTROYED WITH BASIC COMMON SENSE! Follow @UnmaskTheSys Tapper smugly asked: “If you become Governor, you want to make it illegal for people to display a different gender in public? Why are you so willing to stomp on people’s personal rights?” Donalds clapped back with pure fire: “Personal rights include the right to bear arms, free speech, and religion. It doesn’t mean the right to DECEIVE your fellow citizens so you can live out your fantasies in another gender’s bathroom!” When a stunned Tapper weakly asked how often that really happens, Donalds delivered the knockout punch: “If it happens once, it’s too much.” Another pathetic leftist media hack left speechless and completely owned! This is what real leadership sounds like! SHARE THIS IF YOU’RE DONE WITH THE WOKE BATHROOM INSANITY AND LOVE WATCHING THEM GET SCHOOLED! Follow @mcafeenew for more drops.

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@DonoFansClub @TrevDon Hang ten ...

Trevor Donovan surfing. 🤙 #DonoFans @TrevDon

Sir Christopher Lee met Rasputin's assassins, was a RAF intelligence officer in WWII, spoke 9 languages, was Ian Fleming's cousin, and was the only actor in “The Lord of the Rings” to have met J.R.R. Tolkien. He was also married to the same woman for over 50 years. What a life!

At 81, John Rhys-Davies still gets as excited as a child every time he’s handed Gimli’s axes.

They fought the enemy for 13 hours Multiple requests for help 🆘 DENIED Obama gave a stand-down despite assets being just 2.5 miles away They were abandoned to die as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, slept soundly in her bed Don’t memory hole the betrayal of Benghazi

The AutoPen Fool left astronauts to die in outer space. President Trump sent an army to rescue one wounded American. 🇺🇸

So @JessicaTarlov reposts an Easter message from Obama and then goes on on to call the best ever @realDonaldTrump an embarrassment! I have to beg to get a guest spot on @FoxNews and this TRAITOR Tarlov is on every day? Don’t give me that diversity bullshit! She’s repulsive!

He is risen, and so is the hope that carries us home. On this Easter Sunday, may your heart be filled with peace, your spirit lifted in grace, and your path guided by His everlasting love. Happy Easter, y’all. 🙏🐣

@cutiieepie6 Mister

We need a rediculous old boy name.

I know the Iranians wanted to capture our pilot so they could torture him and then display him for the world to see... NOT... TODAY... SATAN!!!!

I want to follow every single person on X that believes Christ rose from the dead. You are my people.

Did you know this ? Just before Easter, pine trees start their new growth. The tallest branches shoot forth, forming the shape of a cross. And it all happens just around Easter. Just look up at the Pine trees, you will see the trees covered with crosses right now.

Whatever your faith — this is awe-inspiring. Wow. Good night all. Happy Easter.

Jesus rose from the dead and the first person He went to was His brother who thought He was crazy. Not Peter. Not John. Not the twelve. James. His kid brother. The one who grew up sharing a room with God and didn’t know it. Think about James for a second. His older brother is Jesus. Not “Jesus the Christ.” Not “Jesus the Savior.” Jesus the guy who worked in the carpenter shop and came home smelling like sawdust and sweat. Jesus who snored. Jesus who ate too fast. Jesus who their mother treated different and James never understood why. Because Mary kept her mouth shut. Luke 2:19. She kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. Angels showed up at His birth. Shepherds fell on their faces. Wise men brought gold. And Mary told nobody. She just watched her firstborn grow up in a ghetto in Nazareth and kept the secret in her chest like a coal she couldn’t put down. James didn’t know his brother was God. He knew his brother was weird. He knew his mother looked at Jesus different. He knew Joseph moved the whole family to Egypt when they were little and never fully explained why. He knew that one time his parents lost Jesus at the temple and found Him three days later arguing with rabbis like He owned the place. Twelve years old. Already gone. Then Jesus grew up. Worked the shop. Paid the bills. Because Joseph died — the Bible doesn’t say when but Joseph disappears from the story — and in Jewish custom the eldest son takes over. So Jesus wasn’t posing for paintings in that carpenter shop. He was feeding His family. Putting bread on the table for His mom and His brothers and sisters in a town so poor Nathanael said “can anything good come out of Nazareth?” Then one day He left. Walked away from the shop. Walked away from the family. Left James holding the hammer and the bills and the responsibility for a widowed mother. James was pissed. Mark 3:21. His own family went to collect Him because they said He was out of His mind. That’s James. That’s the brothers. Showing up to bring the crazy one home before He embarrasses the family worse. John 7:5. His brethren did not believe in Him. His own blood. Ate dinner with Him for thirty years. Didn’t believe. Then Wednesday happened. The brother James thought was insane got arrested at night by temple guards. Got beaten until His face swelled shut. Got whipped until His back looked like raw meat. Got nailed to wood and hung up on a garbage hill outside the city. And James had to stand somewhere — maybe in the crowd, maybe at home, maybe hearing it secondhand — and process the fact that the brother he called crazy just died like a criminal. Three days and nights of silence. Three days of James sitting with the guilt of every eye roll. Every argument. Every time he told people “I don’t know what’s wrong with Him.” Every time he showed up to drag Jesus home because He was embarrassing the family name. Then Sunday morning. Jesus rose. Conquered death. Walked out of the tomb. And He went to James. 1 Corinthians 15:7. He appeared to James. Not in a crowd. Not at a distance. He went to His brother. The one who didn’t believe. The one who thought He was crazy. The one who was pissed that He left the family behind. He showed up and let James see the holes in His hands. Matthew 28:10. Go tell my brethren. Not my servants. Not my followers. My brethren. John 20:17. My Father and your Father. My God and your God. He rose to the highest position in the universe and His vocabulary didn’t change. Most men get a promotion and stop returning phone calls. Jesus conquered death and called the brother who doubted Him family. James went from “He’s out of His mind” to leading the church in Jerusalem. James went from trying to drag Jesus home to writing a book of the Bible. James went from skeptic to martyr. They threw him off the temple wall and when he survived the fall they beat him to death with a club. He died for the brother he once thought was insane. That’s what happened when Jesus showed up after the resurrection and said brother. One word changed everything. He’s not calling you servant today. He’s not calling you subject. He’s calling you what He called James. Brother. The same James who didn’t believe. Who rolled his eyes. Who showed up to take Him home. Who sat in the dark for three days choking on regret. He went to THAT guy first. If He went to James, He’ll come to you.

The unit that extracted our Colonel from Iran