I am so upset I cannot see straight😡Why does helping veterans have to be so hard??? @PayPal is the bane of my existence!

Thank you for assisting with the @paypal shutdown. I am asking @stripe to help me set up an account. I raise Millions and assist thousands of veterans in real time. I have to have a company that works with how I function. We are taking care of our own. One veteran at a time. #codeofvets

ATTENTION @PayPal why did you permanently remove/ban @codeofvets from helping veterans. Your app is the most efficient way to raise and send funds for a social media veteran nonprofit!!!!

Imagine going 116 mph and being pulled over by a Va State Trooper while you’re a member of the House of Delegates at 1am after a party, avoiding mandatory jail time, then turning in 500 hours of “community service” for your own political action committee before tweeting “nobody is above accountability.”

Roy Cooper: ‘Vote for me and I’ll lower gas, groceries, and utilities!’ Same guy who spent 8 years in the Governor’s mansion watching them all climb. The only thing you lowered was our expectations, Roy. Hard pass! No More Roy! Vote Whatley

Explain why the government has never managed to come close to doing any of those things with all the billions they’ve wasted throughout history. I’ll wait. 💁🏼‍♀️

Everyone talking about the “Deal” good deal bad deal no one knows what the deal is. One group of experts saying one thing another group of so called experts saying something else. They all need to STFU until we all know what the deal is.

It is OUR money!! Thank you Mr Secretary Concerning Social Security payments, my contributions were made for over 40 years on every salary I received. Those jobs may not have always been the work I wanted to be doing at the time, BUT I always had a job. The Social Security check is now (or soon will be) referred to as a "Federal Benefit Payment?" I'll be part of the one percent to forward this. I am forwarding it because it touches a nerve in me, and I hope it will in you. Please keep passing it on until everyone in our country has read it. The government is now referring to our Social Security checks as a "Federal Benefit Payment." This isn't a benefit. It is our money paid out of our earned income! Not only did we all contribute to Social Security but our employers did too. It totaled 15% of our income before taxes. Congress took our money and used it elsewhere. They forgot (oh yes, they knew) that it was OUR money they were taking. They didn't have a referendum to ask us if we wanted to lend the money to them. And they didn't pay interest on the debt they assumed. And recently they've told us that the money won't support us for very much longer. And now, to add insult to injury, they're calling it a "benefit", as if we never worked to earn every penny of it. Just because they borrowed the money doesn't mean that our investments were a charity! Let's take a stand. We have earned our right to Social Security and Medicare. Demand that our legislators bring some sense into our government. Find a way to keep Social Security and Medicare going for the sake of that 92% of our population who need it. Then call it what it is: Our Earned Retirement Income. Please, for the sake of our country, share this message. It's important!!!

Being on the road, we are kind of at the mercy of the shops. Getting the truck in and worked on today was a minor miracle. In many cases it can be days of waiting just to have the truck looked at.

Europeans are visiting and loving it. Sharing their joy and almost childlike wonder in what we have. It’s been beautiful to watch. Simultaneously, Democrats and some other Americans are taking every opportunity to trash our nation and our president. How ugly.

@HillaryClinton Ma’am, I was the Air Force Lt. Colonel who carried the nuclear football for your husband inside that “people’s house” you’re suddenly so precious about. I saw it all up close for two years. While Bill was getting blow jobs in the Oval Office from an intern and groping female Air Force enlisted crew on Air Force One, you and your staff treated the military with open disdain, like we were the help, not the men and women sworn to protect this nation. The disrespect for anything non-Clinton was palpable. You lecture about “respect for the institution” while your husband lost the nuclear codes and shrugged it off. And when you finally slinked out in 2001? You and your crew trashed the place—vandalism, theft, glue in drawers, obscene messages, stolen property, and filth left behind for the next administration. The GAO confirmed it. Classy exit from the “people’s house.” The White House belongs to the American people, not your grifting dynasty. They just elected a fighter who actually respects the military and the office. Keep ripping off poor kids in Haiti, selling your merch and clutching pearls. Sit down, bitch. The adults are back in charge.

Dear Flawed People, Let me start by saying this: if you cuss when you stub your toe or let the dishes pile up in the sink, I'm not talking about you. I'm talking to the deeply flawed folks. The alcoholics. The addicts. The ones with a mean streak. I was born to a seventeen-year-old boy who grew up to be a deeply flawed man. Daddy could wake up all smiles—bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. But by the time the sun went down, he could be cold and callous. Scary. You never knew which version of him was coming through the door. Would it be laughter around the kitchen table? Or would you end up hiding under the bed? It wasn't exactly Daddy's fault. A TBI left him unable to self regulate or mature. He looked normal. Most folks never knew. But his mind was broken. Daddy raged like a wild man and then fell silent, knowing he'd gone too far. The people who loved him most could see it. There really were two wolves fighting inside him. Pretending the bad times never happened would be a lie. But denying the good might be a worse sin. Daddy taught me how to change a tire and check my oil before I ever had a license. To spot the difference between a tom and a hen from a distance. To identify bloodroot on the forest floor and how to use it. He taught me to appreciate the opening chords of every Skynyrd song. He taught me to raise hell and praise Dale. I'm funny. Passionate. Fiery. I can hold my own. I didn't become those things despite having a deeply flawed daddy. I became them because of it. I inherited his best traits right alongside the damage. Do I tell you this because I think it excuses what he did? No. I tell you this because it's Daddy's birthday, and I want to offer a little hope. If you're deeply flawed, hear me when I say: the people who love you are paying attention. Your brokenness isn't invisible. That unpredictability you think you've hidden teaches your children to brace for storms, even on sunny days. The bottle doesn't just steal your evenings. The rage doesn't just ruin your mood. The selfishness doesn't just affect you. It steals their sense of safety. And if you never acknowledge it—never fight it—that fear becomes the inheritance. Trauma explains a lot. Addiction explains a lot. Injury explains a lot. A hard life explains a lot. But explanation isn't permission. You can't control what broke you, but you can decide what you do with the pieces. If you refuse to face it, eventually you stop being only the victim of your pain and become the architect of someone else's. I've lived it. I've watched good people lose families, peace, and the legacies they wanted to leave behind because they fed the wrong wolf. The story doesn't have to end there. I carry the best parts of Daddy like a lantern through the dark. Those gifts didn't come from a perfect man. They came from a flawed one who still showed up some days with bright eyes and useful hands. You can be that for someone, too. The good wolf is still hungry. Feed it. Get help. Make the call. Put down the bottle. Go to therapy. Make the apology. Teach the tire-changing, the bloodroot, and the Skynyrd chords without the terror that comes after. And to those who grew up under roofs like mine: You get to sort through the inheritance. Keep the stories.
Keep the skills.
Keep the grit and resilience. Leave the fear under the bed where it belongs. You don't have to carry everything that was handed to you. You can honor the good without whitewashing the bad. Both shaped who you are. And flawed people, your slate isn't clean. But the story isn't over when the rage fades, the bottle empties, or the broken mind grows quiet. It ends with what we choose to build from the pieces. The South is full of people like us—imperfect hands cleared the land, wrote the songs, raised the families, and passed down something worth keeping. Feed the good wolf. The rest of us are rooting for you. Always, Cassie

A few weeks ago, you were all strangers on the internet. Today, it feels like we've gained an entire American family. ❤️🇺🇸 Thank you, Dr. Jan, and thank you to everyone who has welcomed, encouraged, prayed for, and supported our family. Every message means more than you know. My husband @viking_boer and I are incredibly grateful for the kindness you've shown us. We'll keep you updated every step of the journey. 🙏

Never seek validation from a world that condemned the only perfect man to death. Sweet dreams, y’all. 🙏🏼❤️

None of this is true. None of it. Signed, California Resident

Go pull the numbers of the NCBOE You know how I can tell you’re a moron? You trust “the news”.

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🥁 Quand un chef écossais conduit son clan en centre-ville (ici, le clan Innes), pour perpétuer la tradition de manière festive, c'est vraiment impressionnant ! Waouh ! 😲 Préservons nos cultures locales et nationales ! 👍

Let me explain why I think Freddy resonates. Lots of Europeans visit the USA as tourists. They visit New York City, or Washington DC, or Hollywood, or Las Vegas, and if they visit natural beauty too, they go to really crowded places like the Grand Canyon or Yellowstone. So while they see our cultural and natural icons, they are mostly in blue cities and they therefore also see the decline, the homeless, the drugs, the dirt and the rude, rude Americans. But Freddy is not doing that. Freddy is driving, and he’s doing it through the heartland, where people are kind and polite, the skies are wide open, and the bounty of Buc-ees and Bass Pro Shops are overwhelming. Freddy is not seeing fentanyl and decline. He is seeing the real, hopeful, patriotic, kind America that European tourists rarely traverse. And he loves it. That’s why Freddy is a phenomenon.

Thanks to the Patriot Act 🤬

Hey @TDCJ , this is how your employees talk about murdered white kids like Austin Metcalf. I expect her to be fired! @KenPaxtonTX