This is why I decided to rejoin X fka twitter, and now as a paying subr, specifically to support Musk and all he's done and is doing for America, our First & Second Amendments, and for the planet. Thank God.

251 years of defending America's freedom, and we're just getting started. From the first musket shots in 1775 to the high-tech, multi-domain force of today, our Soldiers have always been, and always will be, ready to answer the call.

Happy Birthday to the 45th and 47th President of the United States, Donald J. Trump. A relentless patriot who fights every day for the country he loves, the people he serves, and the American Dream. 🇺🇸🇺🇸

We can’t look the other way while our brothers and sisters are being slaughtered.

🇺🇸 Most Badass Football Players: Combat Veterans Edition #9 Bob Kalsu Bob Kalsu, the 1968 Buffalo Bills team Rookie of the Year, was one badass football player. Born April 13, 1945, in Oklahoma City, Kalsu grew into a powerful 6-foot-3, 250-pound force on the offensive line. At the University of Oklahoma he earned All-American honors as a tackle and helped lead the Sooners to a 10-1 record and a win in the Orange Bowl. The Buffalo Bills selected him in the eighth round of the 1968 AFL draft. By the end of his rookie season he had started nine games at right guard and was named the team’s Rookie of the Year. Kalsu had completed ROTC at Oklahoma and carried a service obligation. Many people urged him to seek a deferment. He had just married his wife Jan and they already had a young daughter with another child on the way. Kalsu refused. He told those around him that he had made a commitment to his country and that he was no better than anyone else. After the 1968 season he entered the Army as a second lieutenant. He arrived in Vietnam in November 1969 and was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division as an artillery officer with the 2nd Battalion, 11th Field Artillery. He was quickly promoted to first lieutenant. By the summer of 1970 Kalsu found himself in the middle of one of the most intense battles of the war: the siege of Fire Support Base Ripcord near the A Shau Valley. For 23 days American forces on the isolated hilltop base came under sustained attack from North Vietnamese Army units. The fighting featured constant mortar and rocket fire, infantry probes, and brutal artillery exchanges. On July 21, 1970, during one of the final days of the battle, Kalsu was with his artillery unit when the base came under another mortar attack. Word reached him that a damaged helicopter was attempting an emergency landing with enemy troops in close pursuit. Kalsu left his bunker to warn the soldiers under his command. An 82mm mortar round exploded nearby, killing him instantly at age 25. Two days later his wife Jan gave birth to their son, Bob Jr. Kalsu never met him. He was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star. Kalsu's name is located at Panel 8W, Line 38 on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C. Bob Kalsu is an American Badass. Thank you, Lieutenant! 🫡🇺🇸

Happy birthday, President Donald J. Trump! Everybody, let’s show President Trump some love today. So many people on the left will spend his birthday spreading hate, lies, and negativity, trying to tear him down and ruin his spirit. Let’s drown out that hate by reminding him how deeply he is loved and appreciated. Thank you, President Trump, for everything you have done for this country. Thank you for fighting for us, standing strong, and never giving up on the American people, even when the attacks never stop. May God continue to protect you, strengthen you, and bless you with many more years. Happy birthday, President Trump! America loves you!

Back in my happy place! God Bless America and God Bless Alabama!

I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.

I'm not going to accept sharing my ancestral homeland with ungrateful cunt foreigners who use the political system to force me into submission. Get the fuck out of my country.

How would you grade George Washington’s command of the Continental Army?

Our room for the coming days in Houston. I don’t even know what to say about this. This is just unreal. No words. Huge huge thank you to JJ Watt for giving me and my friends the opportunity to stay at a place like this🙏🙏🙏

🚨🇺🇸 American Heroes Three Medal of Honor recipients standing together in the White House UFC octagon • Marine Kyle Carpenter • Navy SEAL Ed Byers • Delta Force Sgt. Thomas Payne Real warriors! This is what American greatness looks like! 📸 Ed Byers

Let’s salute the ones who died. The ones that gave their lives so that we can be free and safe every day right here in America 🇺🇸🫡 🎶 @zacbrownband at @ufc Freedom 250

🧵 Here is the TRUTH: Dangerous gain-of-function research was funded by the U.S. government around the world, directed and approved by people like Dr Fauci. @DNIGabbard exposed that yesterday. Using U.S. government data, put together and uncovered by career subject matter experts in the Intelligence Community and other government agencies, yesterday’s release highlighted one example of the many overseas biolabs funded by the U.S., the research conducted there, and the significant risks they pose to the world, especially when located in a country at war.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ 🔗 dni.gov/files/BIOLAB_Slides.…

Our pals visiting for the World Cup are single-handedly rewiring X. I can’t remember the last time we’ve seen so much joy, positivity, and light on this platform. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

WE'RE SO BACK!!!🇺🇸🥳🥳🥳

.@DFOFlorida ag specialists discovered live insects hidden in jump rope handles in a shipment arriving from Bolivia. @USDA_APHIS confirmed the insects as predatory ant species & larvae commonly used as feeder insects. The shipment was destroyed. CBP 🤝USDA APHIS

Hooligans, like Jasmine Crockett, supporting Karmelo Anthony and targeting the Metcalf family after the murder of their son are nothing but race baiting thugs.

🇺🇸 Beautiful video honoring Bob Kalsu, with the best voice in the business narrating. Just think, this man would have blocked for O.J. Simpson…

On June 13, 1948, a dying man put on his old uniform one last time, used his bat as a cane to stand up, and broke the heart of every baseball fan in America. It was Yankee Stadium's 25th anniversary, "The House That Ruth Built." Babe Ruth was there to have his No. 3 retired, only the second number the Yankees ever retired after Lou Gehrig. But everyone in the crowd of nearly 50,000 could see it. The Babe was wasting away from throat cancer. He was thin, frail, and wrapped in a heavy wool overcoat in June because he was always cold now. He walked out into the roar leaning on a bat like an old man's cane. When he spoke, the booming voice was gone, reduced to a painful rasp. But he stood. He tipped his cap. He soaked in the love one final time. A photographer named Nat Fein didn't shoot the usual photo from the front. He moved behind Ruth and captured the Babe from the back, number 3, shoulders stooped, facing the crowd and the field he ruled. He titled it "The Babe Bows Out." It won the Pulitzer Prize, the first sports photo ever to do so. Two months later Ruth was dead at 53. 78 years ago today, the greatest to ever play it said goodbye.