Hop in, we’re going to LA to vote for the homeless guy

The best way to see the beauty around you is to see it through the eyes of someone who has never seen it. Thank you to the World Cup Tourists for reminding us.

In a world of Jimmy Kimmels, be a SPENCER PRATT.

I hope you don't mind Stacy. I made a couple slight modifications to make it more local. I like it - Thanks! @TheRedTrunkShop @Stellaaa

Tomorrow is Flag Day! We invite everyone to post a picture of themself on X in front of an American flag. The best picture wins $5,000 cash, and an additional $5,000 will be donated in the winner's name to the veterans organization of their choice. We love our veterans 🇺🇸

Praying for FREEDOM for the Iranian people 🙏🏻

Pfffft... A trillion dollars. Please. That's like two daycares and a hospice.

Anyone else amazed we get to live in the same lifetime as Trump & Elon?!? Two absolute legends 🇺🇸

Inject this into my veins 😤🇺🇸

Allow me to make something absolutely clear to all of you. And yes, I am angry. I am independent. I am not the mainstream media. That means I have more freedom in what I do. I am beholden to no one. The mainstream media is careful. They’re controlled. They stay safe. I do not. I have the freedom to report every fact I find, even when it makes people angry. During the Anthony case, I was able to expose bad actors because I put in the work. That meant hours of investigating, collecting documentation, and gathering information. It was also how I was able to warn people that witnesses were being doxxed and that the family was being threatened. Through all of this, I became friends with Jeff. Jeff is a father grieving a murdered son. He was dragged through the mud and muzzled, unable to speak. I spent hours with him on the phone, sometimes late into the night. He would vent. Sometimes he would cry. But worst of all, none of his feelings could be publicly known. He was swatted six times. Meghan was also swatted. People can argue over intent, but the reality is that sending armed police to someone’s home repeatedly creates a dangerous situation for that family. Austin was called “worm food.” People mocked a murdered child. Charleston White said, “He should have killed both of them.” This disgusting rhetoric went on for a year while Jeff was unable to speak publicly or defend his dead son. That is why I told Jeff that when the gag order was lifted and the trial was over, I would give him an interview. Unlike the mainstream media, he would have the freedom to say whatever he wanted without interruption. He would not have had that freedom anywhere else. I could not care less what people think about that decision. I knew things would be clipped and taken out of context. They’ve been doing it since the beginning. That was never a surprise to me. This interview was for Jeff. It was not for them. It was not for you. It was to allow Jeff to finally get every ounce of anger, sadness, grief, rage, and pain off his chest. I’m glad we did it. If you are angry at me for it, then you do not understand grief. If you are angry because you think I should have controlled the interview more, then you do not understand the pain he has lived with for the last year. My goal was simple: give him the microphone, step back, and let him talk. Most people seem to understand that. Some do not. Many are angry that I gave Jeff the freedom and platform to express thoughts he has been forced to keep buried for an entire year. As for the clips being shared out of context, I want everyone to hear the full context. Yes, Jeff called Karmelo a “watermelon felon.” No, he did not say it because he is racist. He said it while sarcastically mocking the people who constantly clip words out of context and chase viral moments. They have spent a year calling him racist. His point was that if they wanted something to clip and spread around the internet, he’d give them exactly what they were looking for. That is the context. And I don’t blame him. If you’re angry that I gave him a platform to say what he wanted, I truly do not care. I don’t even know how to explain how much I do not care. I love the Metcalf family. I love Jeff. And this is what he wanted. For once, Jeff got to do what HE wanted to do. He is the father of a dead son who spent a year being told to stay quiet while people lied about him, mocked his family, and celebrated his pain. I warned all of you how evil some of these people are. I’ve known it for the past year. The Metcalf family has lived it, and so have I. These people do not just threaten to kill you. They threaten to destroy you. They threaten your family. They are not above threatening children. We already knew this. Now many of you are finally seeing it for yourselves. And if a few words from a grieving father are enough to outrage you, then you might want to grow a thicker skin.

“Ilhan Omar is garbage. She’s garbage. Her friends are garbage.” ~DJT

Bernie Sanders realizing he now has to update his speeches to attack the multimillionaires, billionaires and trillionaires

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.

Let’s GOOOO. We have not seen the last of Spencer Pratt 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Thanks for reminding us that we ❤️ him, and would vote for him again if we could.

Eh, he'll be fine so long as he doesn't accidentally walk into your house in the middle of the night and get raped in a non-gay way

We’re waiting…

God bless America 🇺🇸 🦅 theredtrunkshop.etsy.com/lis…