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@RightPulseNewss St Aug Fl- a retention pond

BREAKING 🅱️ She wouldn’t refer to it as anything else, only “a smaller body of water.” Thoughts......??👀 MAKE THIS GO VIRAL ON 𝕏. LET’S GO 👏

@rzimmermanjr @LeadingReport @grok is this true

@LeadingReport READY TO MOBILIZE NOW

BREAKING: Verizon, T-Mobile, AT&T, U.S. Cellular, and Xfinity all facing outages across the U.S.

The neighbors call the cops on my dad every six months. They think he’s running a fighting ring or flipping pets for profit. For years, I wasn't sure they were wrong. My father, Frank, is a man of few words and even fewer friends. He lives on a fixed income in a small, weathered house just outside of town. He’s 68, walks with a limp he got in ’71, and spends most of his day in his garage. But his most controversial habit involves the local animal shelter. Like clockwork, Dad brings home a dog. Not the cute puppies everyone wants. He picks the "unadoptables." The three-legged pit bulls, the senior labs with gray muzzles, the curs that cower in the corner. For six months, that dog lives like royalty. I’d visit and see Dad hand-feeding them steak scraps, walking them for hours, talking to them in a soft voice he never used with me. Then, six months later? Gone. The dog vanishes. No photos, no collar left behind. Just an empty bowl and Dad driving his rusted pickup truck to the shelter to get another one. "Where’s Barnaby?" I asked last Sunday. Barnaby was a one-eyed Golden Retriever mix he’d had since spring. That dog worshipped the ground Dad walked on. "Moved on," Dad grunted, staring at his coffee. "Moved on? Did you sell him, Dad? The neighbors are talking. They say you’re sick." "Let them talk." I couldn't take it anymore. I loved Barnaby. The thought of my father selling that sweet soul to some stranger for a few hundred bucks made my stomach turn. So, when I saw him load a bag of high-grade kibble and a new leash into his truck the next morning, I followed him. I expected him to drive to a breeder or a shady parking lot exchange. Instead, he drove two towns over to a drab apartment complex near the VA hospital. He pulled up to a ground-floor unit. I watched from my car, phone ready to record evidence, as he knocked on the door. A young man answered. He couldn't have been older than 25, but he looked 50. He was missing his right arm, and the way he stood—tense, scanning the perimeter—screamed PTSD. I recognized that look. I’d seen it in Dad’s old photos. Dad didn't say a word. He just whistled. From the passenger seat of Dad’s truck, a dog jumped out. It wasn't Barnaby. It was "Duke," a German Shepherd he’d had last year. Duke looked incredible. Focused. Calm. He trotted right up to the young man and sat by his left leg, leaning his weight against the boy’s thigh. The young man crumpled. He fell to his knees, burying his face in Duke’s fur, sobbing. Duke didn't flinch. He just held his ground, anchoring the boy to reality. Dad handed the young man a thick envelope. Not money—paperwork. Vaccination records. Training logs. I got out of my car. "Dad?" He jumped, looking more terrified than I’d ever seen him. He walked me away from the boy, lowering his voice. "You weren't supposed to see this." "You trained him," I realized. "You didn't get rid of them. You trained them." Dad sighed, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. "A fully trained PTSD service dog costs anywhere from fifteen to thirty thousand dollars. The insurance doesn't cover it. The VA has a waiting list a mile long. These boys... they come home, and they can't sleep, they can't go to the grocery store, they can't breathe." He looked back at the young man, who was now smiling through tears, throwing a ball for Duke with his left hand. "I can't give them money," Dad said, his voice cracking. "I don't have any. But I know dogs. And I have time." "But why the secrecy? Why every six months?" "Because that’s how long it takes to turn a scared shelter dog into a soldier’s lifeline," he said. "Basic obedience, task training, desensitization. I take the broken dogs nobody wants, and I turn them into the partners these kids need." "And Barnaby?" I asked, my throat tight. "Delivered him yesterday to a female marine in Ohio. She hadn't left her house in two years. She went to the park this morning." 🐾 on my ❤️ Please share if this moved you.

@femalebodybuil6 Lettuce 🥬

🤔🤔😅

@DisrespectedThe Welcome to adulthood….

Im not saying a word.

@jamiedupree Weird how when the dems do it you don’t complain

Call me crazy but the House GOP leadership sure is wasting a lot of days which could be used to pass appropriations bills for next year. Just sayin'

@LucasSa56947288 Jump…. There I fixed it for you… #trampoline

I completely stand with late night host Jimmy Kimmel. What about you? 🙋🏾‍♂️

@DisavowTrump20 @jimmykimmel @StephenAtHome He’ll be fine… the trampoline companies have already contacted him….

First they came for Stephen Colbert. Now they are coming for Jimmy Kimmel. If you think it'll stop here, you are fooling yourself. RETWEET if you stand with Kimmel and Colbert!

@BoSnerdley what do you think Rush would have said about @charliekirk11 ? I’m so heartbroken 💔

@DisavowTrump20 Agreed

Flags should have been flown half-staff for her too.

@TMZ bye 👋

@unlimited_ls Good

TMZ is facing huge backlash after employees were heard cheering just moments before Charlie Kirk’s death was announced on their livestream

@TMZ bye 👋 you will not survive the laughs or the lie…. #CharlieKirk #TMZLive

His shirt reads… ‘Freedom’….. he is now walking the roads of Heaven… free #CharlieKirk

@TMZ you are a disgrace and I hope your company goes broke…. Gross!

@OliLondonTV It’s called CYA…. I don’t believe it at all

TMZ issues clarification and apology over “tone death laughter” that could be heard in the background during livestream reporting about Charlie Kirk. “As we were reporting the asssasination of Charlie Kirk there were some people in the back room away from our news desk who were watching a car chase and they were laughing and clapping…they were not laughing that way about Charlie Kirk’s assassination.”

This is what they destroyed today. I am so heartbroken, I can’t speak.

@supersaad Stop posting the video!!! His wife and children were there!!!!

🚨 NEW FOOTAGE : Direct line of sight to Charlie Kirk shooting. He Died instantly. There is not a medic or doctor in the world that could’ve saved him. #CharlieKirk

@TobiQadri @LeadingReport Good! I’ll join the martial law army!!

BREAKING: National Guard will now be mobilized across nearly 20 states to support a surge in illegal immigration enforcement and a broader crackdown on crime.

Morning! Here is how the next 12 hours in Jacksonville will shape up. #FirstAlertWX wjaxweatherapp.com