Does anybody remember laughter? youtube.com/watch?v=O5DPFcI9…

This Jefferson bloke was a proper clever sod !?

Happy 80th birthday to President Donald J. Trump.

So, like my daughter @DataRepublican, I've never made a formal endorsement either. I wanted to wait until after the primaries, but John Strand is so remarkable that I feel compelled to endorse now. This is my district. There are quite a few candidates running for this seat, and many are good candidates. I've met them all and even know several of them. BUT John stands out. What is most impressive to me is his J6 experience (as told by my daughter): "In 2022, the DOJ offered John Strand a plea deal. One misdemeanor; a wrist slap. His co-defendant took a similar deal and got 60 days. All he had to do was say he was guilty of something he believed he wasn't guilty of. He said no... twice. He went to trial. A D.C. jury convicted him on all five counts, including a felony carrying up to 20 years. He was sentenced to 32 months in federal prison. He spent four months in solitary confinement ... punished, in part, for helping other J6 defendants get outside support and for speaking publicly about conditions inside. Then the Supreme Court ruled in Fischer v. United States that the obstruction statute used against him was wrongly applied. He was released, and on January 20, 2025, he was fully pardoned." This kind of integrity cannot be ignored! He was recently endorsed by Turning Point USA @TPUSA. I'm quite sure Charlie would approve! Please repost! And FL-19, please VOTE for John Strand @JohnStrandUSA!

Hey @AlexanderSoros: Maybe give @elonmusk a lesson on how to create generational political influence on the taxpayer’s dime. Teach him how to convert tax-deductible charitable donations into political expenditures, while the donors take the deduction. You’ve already mastered it. The federal returns are public.

Graham Platner calls himself a Communist and has been active in DSA. So why are certain factions insistent on having an alliance with the populist left? Haven't the past 150 years taught us what the fruits of Communism brings? Communism (actual card-carrying Marxism, not "free health care" rhetoric) should be every patriot's red line. And if that isn't a red line, but Israel is, then something has gone badly wrong. You're comparing the most deadly ideology in history to the Middle East's only democratic sovereign state. If you can tolerate Marxism but not Israel, it's fair to ask what your red lines are actually based on.

Buckingham Palace has attempted to ban this video. His Majesty King Charles III is trying to lecture the British to abandon Western values and Christianity in favor of 'the wisdom of Islam'. If he likes it so much, let him abdicate and go live in Iran.

Do you remember when I told you that the Arab men would tell me in Arabic: “The West is a woman to be mounted”? I warned you long ago.

LET’S GO !!!

Congratulations @ElonMusk. Thanks to SpaceX's IPO, he's the first Trillionaire. He didn't TAKE money from anyone. He CREATED wealth. He launched satellites that connect even the poorest, most remote parts of the world. Our world needs more MAKERS like Musk; fewer TAKERS like:

Exactly. 🎯

When government fears the people, there is liberty. When the people fear the government, there is tyranny. "When tyranny becomes law, rebellion becomes duty." -Thomas Jefferson

Europ died 45

Because if you love your country and think it is good, you will not accept global government and its new 'values'.

He used words that the pro-stabbing politicians didn’t like

Suicide. It's suicide.

Globalists want to destroy patriotism and national pride so they replace it with allegiance to them.

Our police are vile, what is happening to our country manhandling a five year boy, while his dad is getting pepper sprayed on the ground. And then pushing a mother holding a baby who is trying to comfort her son. I don't recognise this country under Labour. 🥺

Over here, the school bus has an ARM, and when the arm extends, all of America stops. I witnessed it on a morning walk. The yellow vehicle halted, lights flashing, and a small red blade swung out from its side bearing one word: STOP. And EVERYTHING stopped. Both directions. A delivery truck. A sports car driven by a man who had been treating the speed limit as a rumor. A police cruiser — the LAW ITSELF — sat obediently behind the little arm. For what? For one child with an enormous backpack to cross at the speed of a child with an enormous backpack. He dropped a paper. He PICKED IT UP. He examined it briefly for damage. Two lanes of adult lives idled while a seven-year-old conducted a document review in the middle of the road. No one honked. Hear me, America. NO ONE HONKED. I have seen your people honk at a red light for hesitating. I have seen you honk at each OTHER'S honking. And here, total silence, engines purring, a nation of the impatient waiting like stone guardians. I asked my neighbor about it. He said passing a stopped school bus is one of the few things this country will not forgive. "You can mess up a lot here," he said. "Not that." You can mess up a lot here. Not that. Carve it on the courthouse, America — it is the most honest sentence in your legal system. In Japan, we guard our children with crossing guards, flags, and song. You guard yours with a red blade that outranks police cars. Different schools. Same sword. The bus folded its arm and rolled on. The sports car roared off to its debts. The boy never knew an army had held its breath for him. That is the point. He should never know. A man does not ask the bus to fold its arm. Nobody asks. Not even the law. I stop walking now when the arm comes out. Pedestrians are not required to. I do not care. When a whole country goes quiet for one child, you stand still and you bear witness. It is the best thing your roads do, America, and your roads do not even brag about it. Almost nothing else of yours is this humble. Protect it.

Here in America, i returned to my hotel room at night and found that someone had entered, remade the bed, folded my toilet paper into an ARROWHEAD — and left a chocolate on my pillow. A chocolate. On the pillow. Centered. Foil gleaming. A small sweet sentinel, waiting in the lamplight. I assessed the scene as the intrusion it technically was. Someone had been here. They had touched my blankets. They had TIGHTENED them — to a tension my own mother never achieved, and she was not a gentle tucker. They had pointed my toilet paper like a compass. And then, as either signature or apology, they had left candy where my head goes. I called the front desk to report all of this, in order. The young woman heard my complete account and said: "...Yes sir, that's turndown service. Is everything okay?" TURNDOWN SERVICE. It has a NAME, America. It is SCHEDULED. While you dine, a professional enters and prepares the room for sleep — dims the lamps, draws the curtains, folds back one corner of the bedding into a welcoming triangle. The bed, OPENED for you, like a letter. And the chocolate. I asked her why the chocolate. There was a pause. No one had ever asked her why the chocolate. "It's just... a nice way to end the day?" A NICE WAY TO END THE DAY. There is the entire doctrine, America. The chocolate is not food — it is two bites. It is not luxury — it costs pennies. It is a MESSAGE, stationed at head-height where it cannot be missed: someone thought about the exact moment you would lie down, stranger. Your day is over. Here is something sweet to close it. The curtains are already drawn. In Japan, the ryokan prepares your futon while you bathe, and you return to a room transformed for rest. I have been moved by it all my life. Your version is the same vow in a different dialect: efficient, slightly anonymous, chocolate-based. I ate the sentinel. Mint inside. The pillow mint contains MINT, America. Occasionally your naming conventions achieve perfection, and I want credit given. A man does not ask who tightened the blankets. He eats the sentinel, and sleeps as instructed. I left a tip the next morning with a note: "The triangle was noticed. The chocolate was understood." That night, under a fresh chocolate, housekeeping had written back: "They never notice!! Enjoy your stay! — Maria" THEY NEVER NOTICE, America. Maria is out there ending your days nicely, two bites at a time, unthanked, nightly, in every hallway in this nation. NOTICE. That is the whole instruction. Maria has the rest handled.

Concert Review: Claypool Gold - Three Bands, One Brain, Infinite Detours - Claypool Gold brought the bands Primus, The Claypool Lennon Delirium, and The Frog Brigade to the Leader Bank Pavilion in Boston on Wednesday (June 10) for a two-set, three-hour show that still wasn’t big enough to touch on every single aspect of Claypool’s career to this point. Damn @seanonolennon I HAVE to come see this!! share.google/x5KtiDXmgsHd3RA…