What we make and who we are is inextricably connected to our rich history. And if you destroy that history and the idea of higher power, you destroy a part of each and everyone of us. You destroy our moorings and our grounding. that’s why I sculpted the national World War I Memorial. To fight the destroyers!

🚨 HOLY CRAP! Rep. Byron Donalds just MIC DROPPED every Democrat traitor in America "They will watch people STARVE. They will watch people be oppressed and they won't lift a FINGER, but they'll go to their cocktail party and talk about how they 'stand for freedom and liberty and democracy.' Give me a BREAK!" "The fact that you have Democrat senators who want to stop President Trump from doing what he can to help free Cuba from more than 60 years of totalitarianism and a DICTATORSHIP." "But then the SAME Democrats will come here and LECTURE everybody in America about how they're the 'only ones that stand for freedom, that stand for democracy.' Give me a BREAK!" 🔥 "They're lying. But this isn't new. They lie about this stuff all the time because we work in these halls and when we try to just do simple common sense policy to actually open up America's economy for the American people, drive down costs, have health care that makes sense..." "...You know who stops us? The same Democrats who go on the trail and talk about how they're the only one standing for the little guy!" "That war powers resolution that they're bringing is indicative of the fact that the Democrats will tolerate totalitarianism on THEIR watch and they will let it happen." "I don't listen to them anymore and that resolution is why." Next governor of Florida. 🇺🇸☀️

@BernieSanders You have amassed millions during your decades without any productive means, just to be acting as politicians. How many jobs have you created with the millions of dollars that you're worth?

🚨 BOOM! Scott Jennings just said what millions of Americans are thinking. For hours, the same people who preach “equity” and “fairness” have been obsessing over Elon Musk’s wealth instead of asking how he built it. Think about it. Electric vehicles. Rocket launches. Satellite internet. Artificial intelligence. Space exploration. The man didn’t win the lottery. He built companies that changed entire industries. Since when did success become a crime in America? Why are the people who claim to support innovation always attacking the innovators? America became the greatest nation on earth because dreamers, builders, inventors, and entrepreneurs were rewarded for taking risks. You don’t get to Mars by thinking small. You don’t change the world by envying the people trying to build it.

Stop with the PR dump. In one day, with one opening video, @GWOTMF showed how much it failed GWOT veterans and families with a Japanese-designed grass horseshoe of modern shit. Take the L. Restart. Bring in someone like @SabinHoward, who’s making real memorials, with real American spirit.

We will start sculpting full scale-the grand liberty arch. George Washington leading his men forward in a Iwo Jima type scene.

Go visit @SabinHoward 's WWI memorial. You can know exactly jack about WWI and still immediately "get" it. Know someone that fought it (my grandfather) and you'll start crying. It was his story. That's how it's done.

This is our 6 foot model of the grand liberty arch to be unveiled the weekend of July 4 at the rotunda under the Utah state Capitol.. I will present this at the ARC conference at the Olympia theater in London June 23. I made this to celebrate the 250 years of liberty that our nation has great pride in.

Why anyone builds a memorial anymore without commissioning @SabinHoward to do make it is beyond me.

This project messed up big time! The military is made up of men and women. Real human beings. This is some abstract conceptual idea that doesn’t pull at your heartstrings in the least. If we remain faithful to our calling, faithful to the dignity of our being, faithful to the truth that grounds free will, then what endures will not simply- be monuments. What endures will be a people who remember who they are. That’s what I did when I scrolled to the national World War I Memorial

America, take care of what you have. Celebrate your history and steward it into the future with all your monuments. Bitching and moaning doesn’t accomplish anything. Get to work and BUILD a better country.

To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ. I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones. I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them. One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.” It knocked me back. I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?” I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running. That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there. I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there. I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace. People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version. I'll tell you why. Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him. I'm here to tell him: that's a lie. In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after. The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are. You just have to stop running.

Evil rarely announces itself. Hannah Arendt didn’t warn us that the greatest danger would come from monsters. She warned us it would come from ordinary people who stop asking questions. People who trade conscience for slogans, curiosity for certainty, and morality for obedience. The lesson of the Holocaust was never just about one man. It was about what happens when a society decides that thinking is optional. Every generation believes it would have stood against evil. History keeps asking the same question: Would you have? Or would you have simply gone along because everyone else did? That’s why Arendt still matters. And that’s why this conversation matters. Because the opposite of evil isn’t outrage. It’s the courage to think for yourself.

His name was Roddie Edmonds. Most people had never heard of him. A quiet Methodist from Knoxville, Tennessee. A husband. A father. A churchgoing man who came home from World War II, raised his family, and never once bragged about what he had done. The world almost lost his story completely. December 1944. The Battle of the Bulge. Roddie Edmonds had been on the Western Front less than a week when his unit was surrounded by German forces. Thousands of American soldiers were captured during Hitler’s final major offensive. Edmonds became one of them. What followed was brutal. A forced march through freezing snow. Men collapsing from exhaustion. Packed into rail cars with almost no food or water. Days of starvation and cold before arriving at Stalag IX-A, a German prison camp. As the highest-ranking American noncommissioned officer there, Edmonds was responsible for 1,292 prisoners. Then came the order. All Jewish soldiers were to report separately the next morning. Everyone understood what that meant. Separation was not administration. It was a death sentence. That night, Edmonds gathered his men and gave a simple instruction: “All of you. Every American. Outside in formation tomorrow morning.” The next day, the German commandant arrived expecting a small group. Instead, he found 1,292 American prisoners standing shoulder to shoulder. Furious, he shouted: “They cannot all be Jews!” Roddie Edmonds answered with four words that would echo across history: “We are all Jews here.” The commandant pulled out a pistol and pressed it against Edmonds’s forehead. He threatened to shoot him if he did not identify the Jewish soldiers immediately. Edmonds never moved. Instead, he calmly reminded the officer that under the Geneva Convention, prisoners only had to give their name, rank, and serial number. Then he said this: “If you shoot, you’ll have to shoot all of us. And when this war is over — which it nearly is — you’ll be tried as a war criminal.” The commandant lowered the gun. Turned around. And walked away. About 200 Jewish-American soldiers were saved that morning because one man refused to divide his men into categories worth protecting and categories worth surrendering. But Edmonds wasn’t finished. Weeks later, the Germans ordered the prisoners onto another forced march through the snow. Edmonds knew many would die. So he secretly told his men to make themselves appear too sick to travel — eat dirt, grass, whatever it took. When the Germans came, the Americans stayed behind. Nearly all the prisoners forced onto the march died. Edmonds’s men survived to be liberated by General Patton’s forces in March 1945. And then? Roddie Edmonds came home and said almost nothing about it. No speeches. No interviews. No book deals. He worked. Went to church. Raised his children. He died in 1985. His family knew he had been a POW. They had no idea he had saved hundreds of lives. The truth only resurfaced decades later after his son discovered his wartime diary and began contacting survivors whose names were written inside. Again and again, they told the same story. The same frozen morning. The same pistol. The same four words. “We are all Jews here.” In 2015, Yad Vashem recognized Roddie Edmonds as “Righteous Among the Nations” — the first American soldier ever to receive the honor. And in 2026, more than 80 years after that moment in the prison yard, his son accepted the Medal of Honor on his behalf. No battlefield charge. No dramatic explosion. Just moral courage. A man staring down a loaded gun and refusing to hand over his soldiers. One survivor later said: “That such people can exist gives you hope for humanity.” They do exist. Roddie Edmonds was one of them.

90% of the soldiers on the first boats to hit the beach didn't live to see the end of the day. Look at those faces. Some of them never made it to 18. Never forget that they paid the ultimate price for our freedom. We live our lives the way we do because of them.

We are assembling the 6 foot model of the grand freedom arch now. it will be presented at the rotunda under the dome of the Utah State Capitol, July 4 fifth and six. This is my gift to the country to celebrate the 250 birthday of our nation.

If we remain faithful to our calling, faithful to the dignity of our being, faithful to the truth that grounds free will, then what endures will not simply- be monuments. What endures will be a people who remember who they are. A people -who rise- to be their best version. that is why I sculpted the national WW1 Memorial