Paula Waterman

🚨 Exposing California's corrupt "Stop Nick Shirley Act", instead of going after the fraudsters California is now going after the people exposing the fraud. This bill AB 2624 will: - Criminalize journalists with misdemeanors, $10,000 fines, imprisonment, and content takedown - Let immigrant based NGOs' funding be confidential - Take away freedom of the press from journalists - Protect any "immigration support services" information from being public (healthcare, legal services, etc) This bill was created by the Attorney General's WIFE Mia Bonta to stop fraud from being exposed. Please like and share this video everywhere! By trying to silence and intimidate journalists, they are trying to hide the truth from you. EXPOSE ALL THE FRAUD.

I know this man personally: David Gibbs. What he’s telling is true; and I love it …

THIS

More Tesla Diners coming

“Do what scares you. The path of least resistance isn’t usually the path that will give the most back to the world” - Christina Koch

This is so powerful. Atheist Astronaut Reid Wiseman reveals he broke down crying after returning to Earth and seeing a Cross "I'm not really a religious person, but there was just no other avenue for me to explain anything..." Jesus is the answer. ✝️

President Trump just received a McDonald’s delivery order from a DoorDash driver outside the Oval Office! Thanks to President Trump signing No Tax on Tips into law, Sharron is using the $11,000 in tips that she made last year to support her family. 💰 🚗 🍔 🍟

How did people not know this was Trump as a doctor? 1) There’s a hospital in the background 2) He has one of those lights the doctor sticks in your ear 3) He’s checking the patients fever 4) His nurse is below him 5) There’s a patient with 6 fingers 6) He’s wearing a doctors gown 7) Has a blanket on his shoulder to warm up the patient 8) Everyone’s looking up at him because they’re sitting in the chairs in the operating room

Project Hail Mary writer Andy Weir believes the secret to his stories resonating is that they are uplifting and positive. "Honestly, I think sci-fi has been taken over by bleak dystopian misery and dark political allegory nowadays. I write stories of hope where human nature is positive and uplifting. At least, that’s what I’m shooting for. And frankly, there just aren’t many authors doing that right now, so I ended up accidentally cornering a market." Do you agree?

Remind your daughters that in a world full of “get ready with me” influencers, here’s what else women can do: let’s not chase beauty, let’s chase purpose; let’s not chase admiration, let’s chase accomplishment.

@hell_line0 YES!!!!

Home, again! Mission complete. I hope we glorified God, humanity, our families and our terrific teams a @NASA and @csa_asc. Time to share the good news!

@sharrond62 so so good

Project Hail Mary… who’s been? Ages since I’ve been to the cinema, think this might be the one

@Mr_Husky1 this is the message of the prodigal son

I stopped calling my son three years ago. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. For months, I was the father who chased. I sent messages that stayed on "Read." I left voicemails that disappeared into silence. I asked for five minutes, then for one minute, then for anything at all that would explain why my own child had shut me out. Every unanswered call hurt, but what hurt more was what I was becoming. I was turning love into begging. I was standing in the wreckage of my own dignity, hoping he would toss me one small reason to breathe easier. Then one evening I read a line that cut through me: Love is not proven by pursuit. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do is stop gripping so hard. So I stopped. I did not block his number. I did not post bitter little speeches online about how children forget who raised them. I did not poison the neighborhood with my side of the story. I simply let go. It was not punishment. It was respect. Respect for his right to choose his life, and respect for my own heart, which was bruised enough already. I had done what a father is supposed to do. I sat through every Little League game on cold metal bleachers. I worked double shifts at the plant so he could finish college without being buried in debt. I taught him how to shake a hand, how to look people in the eye, how to tell the truth even when it costs you. If those lessons were alive in him, they would find their way back. If they were not, my suffering would not create them. So I turned toward my own life again. I repaired the porch one board at a time. I started volunteering at the food bank on Thursdays. I learned how quiet can stop feeling like punishment and start feeling like peace. I wanted him to know that if he ever looked back, he would not find a broken old man dying beside a phone. He would find a father who had made peace with his conscience. Three Christmases passed. Three birthdays. The chair across from me stayed empty, and little by little, the guilt stopped living in my bones. Then last Tuesday, a car pulled into my driveway. It was not a holiday. Not a birthday. Not a family emergency that I knew of. My son stepped out looking older than his years, worn down in a way I understood instantly. In his hand was a baby carrier. He stood at the bottom of the porch I had rebuilt and stared at the house as if he was facing a courtroom. I opened the door. "I didn't know if you'd want to see me," he said, and his voice cracked before he could hide it. "I just had a son. And now I know. I didn't understand before, Dad. I do now." In that moment, he was not a stranger and not a boy. He was simply a man finally meeting the weight of love. I did not ask where he had been. I did not ask why he left. I did not reach for an apology like it was a debt I had earned. Real love does not keep score after the battle is over. I pushed the screen door wide and smiled. "Come inside," I told him. "You don't have to stand out there." If you are chasing a child who keeps running, stop long enough to breathe. You cannot force closeness. You cannot drag someone into connection by the sleeve. Step back without hatred. Trust what you planted. Live with your head up. And if they return, greet them with grace, not a grudge. Because sometimes love is not about holding on tighter. Sometimes it is about keeping your heart steady until the knock finally comes... and what happened after he carried that baby into my kitchen changed both of us forever.

So many young girls have found their new role model.

Project Hail Mary writer Andy Weir on social commentary in books: "I dislike social commentary. Like… I really hate it. When I’m reading a book, I just want to be entertained, not preached at by the author. Plus, it ruins the wonder of the story if I know the author has a political or social axe to grind. I no longer speculate about all possible outcomes of the story because I know for a fact that the universe of that book will conspire to ensure that the author’s political agenda is validated. I hate that." "I put no politics or social commentary into my stories at all. Anyone who thinks they see something like that is reading it in on their own. I have no point to make, and I’m not trying to affect the reader’s opinion on anything. My sole job is to entertain, and I stick to that." "To that end, I also don’t talk about my personal political opinions publicly. I don’t want readers to even know, honestly. I don’t want that in the back of their minds as they read my stuff." Is this why he has the #1 sci-fi movie in decades?

@Angels This is your winner I believe x.com/DanClarkSports…

@clubrandom if you want a real expert about bible facts interview Dr Scott Stripling from @BibleSeminary

BREAKING 🚨 Marco Rubio’s Video of Jesus Christ is going MASSIVELY Viral on 𝕏. “He is Risen” 🙏

This is so sweet. A father prays over his baby girl, reciting Scripture and declaring blessing and protection over her life.  Studies show when a father actively practices his faith, up to 75% of children will carry it into adulthood. A father’s love changes the world.