🍖🍖🍖Damn, these lentils taste good on da bus
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🍖🍖🍖Damn, these lentils taste good on da bus
@glvtx
🍖🍖🍖My constitutional rights say f@%k your feelings. Proud Texan who is not afraid of the cold, weather or sammiches. Just a lucky guy with a great girl.

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Americans are struggling to pay for groceries and gas while Elon Musk becomes a TRILLIONAIRE. When the federal government is for sale, the rich get richer and everyone else gets shafted. The system is rigged.

The Media Only Loves Us When We’re Dead: Part II I’m not done with this "reporter" yet. And I won’t stay silent while the media drags warfighters who bled for this nation and are now trying to make it better. I’ll be honest, I’m ashamed I didn’t look deeper into the story of @SeanParnellUSA sooner. The GWOT cuts too close to my own scars, so I looked away from the broader history. But not anymore. Media scrutiny isn’t new. Even George Washington was mocked in print. But the latest attacks on Sean Parnell say far more about the press than they do about him. So pause and remember where you were on June 10, 2006. 1. The most popular song was Hips Don’t Lie. 2. The top movie was Cars. 3. And Sean Parnell was leading 39 men through a mountain ambush by over 250 enemy fighters. He was wounded three times, and stayed in the fight. By the end of that deployment, 85% of his platoon had been wounded. Funny how you only get one Purple Heart for taking three hits in one battle, but a thousand paper cuts from the press for doing nothing wrong. So let me get this straight: guys like him are good enough to fight your wars, bury their friends, and carry the silence of it all for the rest of their lives, but not good enough to help fix the institutions that failed them? Who better than them? You think you're criticizing one man. But behind every name you recognize is a platoon’s worth of warriors you never will. Quiet. Steady. Carrying the same resolve that got them all home. And whether you realize it or not, the hopes of a generation of warfighters rest quietly on his and @PeteHegseth's shoulders. You forget: the fire that forged these men didn’t burn them up, it tempered them. And here’s the part you never seem to learn: If you keep mocking the warriors who came home and tried to lead, don’t act surprised when fewer of them show up next time. Why would they? Or maybe that’s the media's goal? But it won't work. Because in this country, it seems the only time the media honors them... is when they’re coming home in a box draped in the American Flag. ***Please share this widely to counter the harmful "media" narratives that exist to malign warfighters who bled in battle and are trying to make a difference.***


In Belfast, the far right damaged vehicles that belonged to migrants. These were parents with children who worked and took their children to school. Unforgivable…… I hope the police arrest the people who did it.

The military’s greatest strength was never its diversity. It was its ability to make diversity irrelevant. The most dangerous thing in America is a group of Americans who have stopped caring about each other’s labels. Marxists see categories. Soldiers see each other.


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What if they make the masonry for the GWOT monument in ACU pattern 😭







An open letter to my son, Iron Will, on the occasion of his sixth birthday Dear Will, Six years ago, you came into this world and immediately, without effort, began making it better. That's just who you are. There are people who, had they known you were coming, would have told us your life was a tragedy in the making. That an extra chromosome was a reason for grief. That the hardest road wasn't worth walking. And they would have been wrong. Completely, embarrassingly, irreversibly wrong. Not because your road has been easy — it hasn't always been. Not because you haven't had to work for things that come effortlessly to other kids. You have. But because the measure of a life isn't the absence of difficulty. It's the presence of love. And Will, you have never, not for one single day, been without it. You were made in the image and likeness of God. Full stop. Not partially. Not conditionally. Not pending review. That truth was written into you before the foundation of the world, and no diagnosis, no cultural narrative, no fleeting opinion posted to the internet has the power to edit it. "For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” – Psalm 139:13–14 That's you, son. Knitted together. On purpose. With intention. By a God who doesn't make mistakes and doesn't deal in accidents. What the world calls a burden, we call a blessing. What the world calls a limitation, we call a lens, because you see things the rest of us miss. You love without suspicion. You forgive without keeping score. You show up with your whole heart, every single time, and somehow you make the people around you want to do the same. I've watched grown men — veterans, warriors — go soft at the edges because of you. That's not weakness. That's the strength of presence. Your mother and I didn't just accept you. We chose you, the way every parent chooses their child, and we would choose you a thousand times over. Your brothers and sister would too. Each of them loves you in their own way, and each of their lives is richer because you are in it. We may not have known it before you were born, but this family was waiting for you to complete it. You are Iron Will. We gave you that nickname the day you were born, and six years later, you've more than earned it. Iron is what's in you. We've watched you do the hard work, log the therapy hours, learn the things people said you couldn't, and do it all with a grin that makes the whole room shift. That's not inspiration. That's character. Your character. So here's what I want you to know on your sixth birthday, son: this world needs you in it. Not despite who you are — because of who you are. The world gets better, more honest, more human, more whole when people like you are present in it. Every voice that has ever suggested otherwise was simply wrong about what makes a life worth living. I will spend whatever days God gives me making sure you know that. Making sure the world knows that. And on days when the world gets loud and confused about your worth — and some days it will — your dad will be right here. Immovable. Happy sixth birthday, Iron Will. I love you more than words have ever been built to convey. — Dad #IronWill #DownSyndromeAdvocacy #TeamIronWill #SayYesToPossibility #Personhood #TheLuckyFew


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