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@_Healthyorg I say Zucchini - it cleanses your liver. Read ‘Food is your Best Medicine’ by Henry G. Bieler

The No. 1 Vegetable For Health According To Science.

@MAHA_Action We were raised on it, along with fresh produce and grass fed beef before it was a ‘thing.’ And guess what… we hardly ever got sick. Coincidence? I don’t think so. Bring back raw milk, please!

RFK Jr: “We deprived two generations of children of whole milk.” “It really was almost a form of child abuse to do that.” “It has all the micronutrients that they need for brain growth, for physical development, and for bone development.”

@Cashloren One can hope…

Is Lesley Stahl next?

@Mr_Husky1 Well said, Dolly! 👏 🇺🇸

"LAST NIGHT: George Clooney attacked Dolly Parton — and received a brutal “lesson” he won’t soon forget.-BN George Clooney thought he could easily score public points by attacking Dolly Parton over her views on patriotism, traditional values, and the direction of American culture. But this time, he picked the wrong opponent. Known as one of America’s most beloved entertainment icons, Dolly Parton didn’t just respond — she delivered a powerful message about freedom of thought, personal responsibility, and respect for everyday Americans. “George Clooney says I’m dividing people with my opinions,” Dolly Parton began in a calm but firm tone. “But what truly divides this country is mocking anyone who thinks differently and pretending only one side deserves to be heard.” And she didn’t stop there. “You know what’s even more dangerous?” Parton continued. “Using fame and influence to shame ordinary people simply because they refuse to follow Hollywood’s political script.” Then Dolly Parton went even further, speaking as someone who has spent decades in the entertainment industry watching public debate become increasingly toxic and hostile toward opposing viewpoints. “It’s not different opinions that weaken a nation,” Parton said. “What weakens it is fear, intolerance, and teaching people to hate one another because of politics.” At that point, this was no longer just another celebrity feud — it became a larger conversation about free speech, division, and the future of public discourse in America. Instead of backing down, Dolly Parton turned the confrontation into a broader debate about the values the country should defend. “I’m not perfect,” Parton admitted. “I’ve made mistakes. But I will always believe that a strong country is one where people can speak freely, disagree openly, and still respect each other as fellow Americans.” And then came the line that many fans said they would never forget: “America was not built on fear or hatred between citizens. It was built on courage, freedom, and the belief that people with different views could still move forward together. So ask yourselves — who is really trying to unite this country?” What began as a celebrity attack quickly turned into something much bigger: a message about unity, responsibility, and the future of America. George Clooney thought he could attack Dolly Parton… but what she said next shocked the nation. Don’t miss her jaw-dropping response—click to see history being made:

@Lake4est @TheExtremeMusi1 Colt Clark and the Quarantine Kids - fun to watch as they do new covers each week.

@TheExtremeMusi1 They have many videos on YouTube. The Clark Family. Great stuff

Love this! ❤ The kids are super into it.

@Milajoy Yep! It’s what they do. 😢

I'm worried about the voting fraud in California. Will they just manufacture ballots until they win? It's very possible. I hope the RNC has tons of people watching the count. Knowing the RNC though, they probably don't.

@thegarybrecka Eggs 🥚 Cottage Cheese

What did you eat for breakfast this morning?? Not judging. Just asking. Because breakfast is where most people either set themselves up for stable energy and focus or start a blood sugar rollercoaster that crashes by noon. ✅ High protein. Healthy fat. Real food. ❌ High sugar. Refined carbs. Processed ingredients. What did you have? And how are you feeling right now because of it? 💪🏻

@muheediva01 Swiss Chard

Name a food you could eat every single day for the rest of your life without getting tired of it. Not your fancy answer. Your real answer. Go.

@thegarybrecka Drinking a BitterRoots (Dandelion Roots) tea with 1/2 lemon squeezed in there along with a tsp. Olive Oil first thing in the morning. It supposedly cleanses your liver. We shall see if it works. 🤷‍♀️

What is one wellness habit you started recently that you were skeptical about at first? The cold shower you finally tried. The magnesium before bed that changed your sleep. The walk after dinner that stabilized your energy. The phone out of the bedroom that made your mornings different. The habits that spread fastest are the ones where someone says: I did not think it would work, but it did. What was yours? Drop it below. You might be the reason someone else finally tries it.

@lippyent Disneyland

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@mattvanswol 😭

Her name was Dominique Moody. She was 6 years old. She was locked in a dog crate and starved for over a year in Charlotte NC. She was bound in duct tape. Wrapped in plastic. She was bitten by rats in a home with no heat and feces in every room. She weighed just 27 pounds when she passed away. Her "caretakers" forced little Dominique to watch them eat, while starving her. They made her sit in her own urine and feces until she had open wounds. When police found her, she had multiple broken bones. Burns. Open wounds and scars across most of her body. She lived like that for OVER A YEAR. Police were called to the house 50 TIMES before she died. Nothing happened. The women who were her "caretakers" were arrested 10 PREVIOUS TIMES. WE DO NOT HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!

@redheadranting I’m hooked! Can’t wait to buy it when it’s published.

Before the Streetlights Came On - Chapter 2 "Jenny, will you come up and help get me ready!" mom yelled from upstairs. I knew she was going to call me as soon as Schoolhouse Rock came on. I loved those little cartoons and their songs. I wish they made more of them, mostly about math because I just couldn't remember my multiplication tables. If I had a cute song and a cartoon to remember them by, I'd bet I'd do as good in math as I did in history class. I tried it one time. I made a tape recording on my red Panasonic tape recorder that I got for Christmas of me singing my multiplication tables and then played it back over and over. I even played it while I slept because I heard that works. And it kind of worked, at least up to the 8s. After that everything was a guess. My song wasn't that catchy, just a tune I made up in my head. If I had a better melody it probably would have worked better. Saturday mornings at my house were the best. In the summer we went to the cabin most weekends except when my dad was on call. The house was usually quiet because dad had already left to do rounds and then he'd either go to his tennis lesson or ride his bike. He tried to get me to learn tennis. I took lessons for about a year, but they were about as successful as my piano lessons. I never got to practice piano because mom took her nap as soon as I got home from school and she wanted it quiet. When she got up and I got her downstairs and settled in, she was watching the news so I couldn't practice then either. I didn't have anyone to practice tennis with and I wasn't going to go all the way to my school to hit the ball against the backboard—which is where the courts were - when I didn't have to. Besides, my dad looked ridiculous when he tried to serve or hit the ball overhead. He was a large man, someone who held himself up. He stood tall, but when he started serving tennis balls he looked like Charles Nelson Reilly doing one of his sketches, prancing around and jumping like a ballerina. And I did not want to look like that. Dad never stayed in one place for very long. He always had something to leave for. Tennis lessons, bike riding, and for a while he was rowing every morning on the river before he went to the office, if he didn’t have surgeries scheduled. He was gone as soon as he finished his coffee and read the paper each morning. He read the obituaries to see if any of his patients had died. If they had, he might need to reschedule a lunchtime surgery to attend the funeral. He always compared their age to his. “He was only 17 years older than me.” I usually got up early because dad woke us up every morning at 6:30 during the school year, and old habits are hard to break. On weekends mom slept until at least 9:00, so I got up, poured some Grape-Nuts into a bowl, doused them with sugar and milk, grabbed as spoon that hadn’t been torn up by the disposal and headed into the TV room. I sat on the couch where mom always sat because it was the best place to see the television, but it smelled funny—like mom—so I moved to my dad's chair and pulled over the piano bench to put my feet on. Bugs Bunny was on. The best cartoon ever. My dad rarely watched television and he didn't watch cartoons with me, but if I was watching them and he walked by he'd always say, "It's not over until Bugs Bunny’s in drag." I think Kit spent the night at Matt's because normally he'd be in the TV room watching cartoons with me, but it was just Snoopy and me. If we were at the cabin we could watch cartoons if we could get a channel, but we had to keep the television so low we didn't wake mom, so it usually wasn't worth it. We'd just go outside and fish off the dock until breakfast. None of the people dad hired to take care of us were there on Saturdays. Viola didn't work weekends, thank God. It was bad enough she spent all week shouting orders at me. "Make your bed." "Clean your room." "Bring your dirty clothes downstairs." "Don't forget to make the salad, set the table, and empty the dishwasher before your mother gets up." God, if I heard someone ask me to set the table, make the salad, and empty the dishwasher one more time I was going to scream. Viola told me to do it as she was leaving for the day, and then when I got inside mom would yell downstairs asking if I'd do those same things. Of course I would. I'd been doing them every day of my life for as long as I could remember. And I wasn't the one who lost her short-term memory. That was my mom. I could remember, even if she couldn't. I knew I should be more patient, but I wasn't. Every time someone asked me to do something I'd been doing forever, it made it sound like they thought I was dumb. I knew I didn't have the best grades, but I wasn't stupid. "Jenny, would you please come help me!" "I'm coming!" I don't know why she always said "help." I was the one doing all the work. I got mom out of bed and took her to the bathroom. While I waited for her to finish, I made her bed and got her clothes out of the dresser. That was always a losing battle because she never liked what I chose and we had to go back and forth about what she was going to wear. Mom had rules about what she could wear depending on the time of year. She would not wear white or shorts before Memorial Day. It didn't matter if it was really hot, she wouldn't wear shorts. And she'd get upset with me for wearing them. I hated being hot. I was going to wear shorts. Since it was past Memorial Day, I picked out a white short-sleeved blouse, a pair of blue shorts, white ankle socks, and her white leather Keds. Last week she'd been wearing the blue Keds, but those would go back in the closet until after Labor Day. " Jenny, I'm ready." After getting mom off the toilet and taking her to the sink to wash her hands, I helped her back to the bedroom. "I don't want that blouse, Jenny." "Why not?" "It's too good and I don't want to spill on it." I rummaged through the drawer for another shirt. "How about this one?" I said, holding up a red, white and blue striped t-shirt from Sears. "No. I want to wear that for the Fourth of July." "Mom, that's a month away. You can wear it more than once." "No. Find something else." I folded up the Fourth of July shirt and made a mental note to make sure I packed it when we went to the lake for the holiday. If I forgot it, I'd never hear the end of it. At least until she forgot about it. She could do a lot of this herself. She could walk a little, but it was a little scary to watch her do it. She took really short steps and always looked like she was going to topple over if she wasn't careful. She did much better when she was wearing her tennis shoes, but before she got dressed she was wearing her slippers and needed more help. Mom had been this way since she got sick while we lived in Colorado. Dad said it was a perfect storm of things coming together—high altitude, she smoked, a lot, and she had pneumonia. Take away any one of those things and she probably wouldn't have gotten sick. We were in Colorado because my dad was drafted into the Army. At first we lived in Mineral Wells, Texas, but then he switched hospitals and we had to move to Denver. I loved Texas. We had lots of friends, I had a bunny, and Curly had puppies. Even though I was only three when we lived there, I remember a lot of it. I don't remember much at all about Colorado. I remember the day mom got sick. She was walking through the living room and just fell down. She was wearing her blue nightgown and matching robe. I think it was morning, but the details are fuzzy now. The next thing I remember is going to the hospital to see her after she woke up from her coma. Grandma came from Ohio to take care of us while mom was in the coma, but even that's faded away. Most of this is stuff I know because someone else told me. But I do remember when they brought us in to see her. She didn't know who we were. To continue reading, click the link below. The remainder of the chapter is available to subscribers. x.com/redheadranting…

@DOGEQEEN We need the extra margin in the House of Reps due to Rinos and we need the Senate. The Senate is a hot mess. It’s GOP in name only right now. 😥

🚨 HOLY SH*T! President Trump’s GOP is already LOCKED in at 212 seats with 16 pure toss-ups 🔥 🔴 Republicans: 212 🔵 Democrats: 207 🟡 Toss-Ups: 16 MAGA is about to deliver a MASSIVE midterm bloodbath! Will Republicans hold the House and CRUSH the Dems in November?

@WallStreetApes @amazingmiddlec1 Ri-di-cu-lous 😡

Steve Hilton is buried behind multiple groups of names you have to scroll through to vote for in the California Primary Election Democrats put pages of random names no one is going to vote for in front of Steve Hiltons’ name to select for Governor The official reason for this is ‘The Secretary of State conducts a randomized alphabet drawing to determine the order of candidates for each race’ Sure…. We totally believe that Steve just happened to be thrown at the bottom….

@CindySinor Their austere presence

My new colored pencil drawing. 🦉A barn owl gliding low over the meadow at twilight. What’s your favorite thing about owls…their silent flight, those intense eyes, or something else? I’ve posted a time lapse of this drawing for my subscribers in comments. ⬇️

@PensivePoet97 Good for you, Jordan! 👏

Happy Tuesday☀️🙏🏾 challenging day yesterday outside of work but I was able to channel it into a Toastmasters speech. I guess it went pretty well😁

@Oldtimers365 My feet then my bike. Last 2 years, my Dodge Dart.

@BasedMikeLee @SenRickScott We’re so sick of this… week after week …these paid puppets (GOP/Rino Senators) not doing their jobs. 😡 When will this nonsense end?

Some Homeland Security personnel haven’t been paid since February. The DHS shutdown has gone on long enough. It must come to an end this week—and it will—as long as Republican senators stand together on this.

@bennyjohnson 2026’s word of the Year is FRAUD.

🚨Election Interference In California: Ballots Are Being BURNED. Drop boxes TORCHED. Voting Center VANDALIZED. All in the ONLY Republican-leaning areas left in Los Angeles. Early voting data shows Republicans leading and they will do anything to stop Spencer Pratt from winning. California already takes WEEKS to count their votes, so how can people have faith in the results? Get out and vote in person — make it too big to rig.

@RobertKennedyJr That’s marvelous… on so many levels. 💕

Flying my Harris Hawk with my daughter, Kick. Hudson Valley, 1989. #GetOutside #LiveRealLife