Darlin @Btabcj

You know, somehow I missed the part of history class where famous human rights activists raped their way to equality.

He’s irredeemable. It’s really just that simple. Absolute human garbage. This who Democrats campaign with. Because this is what they all actually believe. Mamdani, El Sayed, all of them. He says the things out loud they can’t say themselves (yet), but keeping him in their orbit is the wink to their base that yes, they’re all on the same page regardless of any moderate facade they may have to put on for electability. This is what the left is. Understand it’s going to get ugly.

Drew Pavlou 🇦🇺🇺🇸🇺🇦🇹🇼 @DrewPavlou

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Hasan Piker says that mocking 9/11 is an American tradition: ''In our generation and younger, 9/11 has been memed into oblivion, right? Let's be real. There's a generational breakdown here where, like, the elderly are trying to make everyone talk about this in the way that they

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lol whatttt?

Greg Price @greg_price11

14 hours ago

A reporter with @journalsentinel is trying to claim that it is no big deal that Tom Tiffany’s plane was forced to make an emergency landing in a lake last night.

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I wrote a five star Google review for a diner in Georgia and I got the chef's name wrong the entire time. His name is Jimmy. I heard Jiminy. I do not know how. I wrote it four times. "Jiminy made the best grits I have eaten on this continent. Jiminy is a serious man. Jiminy did not smile once and I respected that. I bowed to Jiminy on my way out and Jiminy nodded, which in his line of work is a bear hug." I posted it. I went to sleep. The next morning the manager of the diner had replied publicly to my review. "Jiminy says thank you. Jiminy is honored. Please come back Tuesday, Jiminy is doing catfish." I read this three times. I went Tuesday. There was a new name tag on the chef. It said JIMINY. Sharpie. Masking tape. Placed over the one that said JIMMY, which was still faintly visible underneath. Jimmy did not look at me. He did not have to. The waitress said, "You're the samurai." She said it in a way that suggested this had been discussed. She said, "Jiminy says the samurai eats free today. Jiminy insists." I ate. The catfish was serious. Jiminy came out from the kitchen wiping his hands on a rag and stood beside my booth without speaking. I understood I was not being asked to speak either. We stood. He nodded. He went back. Then the man in the next booth said, "You brought us Jiminy." I said Jiminy had been there the whole time. He said, "Not like this." I have been back nine times. It is now July. The awning outside the diner has a new banner. It is small. Hand painted. It says HOME OF JIMINY. There is a drawing of what may be a cricket. Nobody has explained the cricket to me and I am afraid to ask. Last month, a food blogger from Atlanta drove ninety miles to eat here and asked at the counter whether it was true that a Japanese man had renamed the chef. The waitress said, "That's Jiminy's business." The blogger wrote it up. She used the name Jiminy fourteen times. She did not use the name Jimmy once. It has three hundred thousand views. Yesterday I received a text from the manager. Just a photo, no message. The photo was of a business card. It said JIMINY, CHEF. Below the name, in smaller letters, it said EST. BY THE SAMURAI, MARCH 2026. I did not name him. I misheard him. Georgia did the rest.

The hijackers of both planes would have seen these children in the waiting area and in their seats. Neither flight was full and it would have been obvious. But to them, the sacrifice of toddlers was part of a pious religious observance, by which they would go to paradise for the punch they landed against Western Civilization by blowing up children going to Disneyland. In a final act of anti-Western, anti-Semitic, Islamist fanaticism, they bathed ritually, read the Qur'an, prayed together, and murdered these babies.

By men who claim to be women being recognized as women in law, women’s rights & protections on the basis of sex are instantly taken away because “woman” has just become a mixed sex category. So, men who claim to be women are getting legal protections they don’t need while taking away legal protections women do need, and to some this is called progress. It’s literally just old fashioned sexism in a different, very unflattering, outfit.

The camera panning from the clock at 0:07 to Pierce Brosnan. Absolute cinema.

TDS: advanced case. She doubtless thinks this sort of stuff will play well among Democratic voters. Alas, she’s probably right.

Jonathan Turley @JonathanTurley

3 days ago

North Carolina Democrat state legislative candidate Shelly Headen appears to have been struggling to find a way to distinguish herself in an age of rage. She found it by posting a smiling Facebook message in front of the ovens at Dachau with the message “Visiting Dauchau [sic]

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Let me see if I have this right. The holdout Juror couldn’t possibly have been impartial because of a domestic abuse charge that got dismissed, but there was absolutely no bias from the lady who was literally part of an activist group focused on freeing a woman charged with murder? Yeah ok 👌🏼

The Iowa band fought back tears as they performed in honor of their bandmate Derek Phillips, who died last weekend after collapsing from the heat at the Iowa football game. My heart breaks for him, his friends, and family. Powerful night. #Hawkeyes Video by @dpcoon1

This morning we woke up to radical criminals vandalizing our Headquarters. Crossing over Charlie’s face, scratching out Jesus and the Cross & spraying red paint on his neck. This isn’t the country we want to live in. Arizona is not Gotham.

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A transgender pedophile housed in a women's prison in Minnesota has been exposing himself to female inmates and writing disturbing "poetry" about rape. Female inmates report fearing retaliation from prison staff if they file complaints about Daniel Benz. reduxx.info/us-transgender…

Every politician and celebrity still chanting ‘trans women are women’ should be asked how they square their loud commitment to ‘kindness’ with this inevitable end point. Explain how your ‘feminism’ led you here. Tell us why the abuse of these women is so unimportant to you.

REDUXX @reduxx

3 days ago

A transgender pedophile housed in a women's prison in Minnesota has been exposing himself to female inmates and writing disturbing "poetry" about rape. Female inmates report fearing retaliation from prison staff if they file complaints about Daniel Benz. reduxx.info/us-transgender…

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Eritrean illegal migrant raped woman on night out after being freed from jail after previous sex attack instead of being kicked out of the country trib.al/g2205Yu

It takes until the 25th paragraph of this story for them to say @SenMarkKelly pushed for the trail to be re-opened. The entire article insinuates Trump and Burgum were reckless, when in reality it was pushed by Mark Kelly. You don’t hate the Legacy Media enough.

Yvonne Wingett Sanchez @yvonnewingett

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Park officials pushed for a Grand Canyon trail to remain closed. Then the floods came. wapo.st/4rbYo7B

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I’ve been watching the left push the narrative that black people are being lynched by white people all over this country. One of the names they’ve shared is Tasia Fortune, a 29-year-old woman, unfortunately found hanging from a tree in Mississippi. Well, they’ve just arrested their suspect in this murder and let’s take a look at the white person in question.

AOC and Ayanna Pressley said this woman's murder was a case of a hate crime lynching. Here is the mugshot of her alleged killer, 51-year-old Jarques Ratliff. x.com/cnnbrk/status/…

CNN Breaking News @cnnbrk

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Police in Jackson, Mississippi, have arrested a man in the case of Tasia Fortune, the 29-year-old Black woman found hanging from a tree outside an abandoned house last month, following the state medical examiner ruling her death a homicide. cnn.it/4xTggXx

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A boy mowed my lawn without being asked, and when I tried to pay him he took a step back like I had drawn something. "It's free." "That is not a price." "It's free." I asked who sent him. Nobody sent him. I asked who his master was. He said, "What?" Then he pointed at his shirt. The shirt was orange. White is where you start. Orange at ten lawns. Green at twenty. Blue at thirty. Red at forty. Black at fifty. I want to be clear about what I was looking at in my own yard. That is a belt system. Fifty lawns, free, for the elderly, the disabled, single parents and veterans, and at fifty a man gets in a car in Alabama and drives to wherever you live and hands you the black shirt himself, along with a new mower, a blower and a trimmer. I asked how to enroll. You send a photograph of yourself holding a sign that reads I ACCEPT THE 50 YARD CHALLENGE. I made the sign. I made it well. I used a straightedge. The age range is seven to seventeen. I accepted the ruling. I didn't argue. A gate is a gate. Then I went to find out who runs the school, because I assumed some old general with a lineage behind him. His name is Rodney Smith Jr. He is not old. He was a college student in Huntsville, Alabama, when he drove past an elderly neighbor fighting with a mower and pulled over. He set himself a target of forty lawns and passed it in about six weeks. He didn't grow up here. He came from Bermuda for school. He has said he learned about veterans after he arrived, what they had done, and that he wanted to do something about it. He has also said, and I have thought about this a great deal, that he hated mowing lawns. The founder of the mowing school hates mowing. There are six thousand children in it now, in every state. Some of them are eleven years old and two of them share one mower a neighbor gave them, and when he hears about that he gets in the car. I cut four lawns on my street this summer. Nobody asked me to. I have no shirt and I am not eligible for one. The black shirt isn't sold anywhere. You can't buy it, you can't order it, and it does not come in the mail. A man has to drive to your house and put it in your hands.

At the Pentagon on September 11, American soldiers got into a shoving match with American firefighters. The soldiers were trying to run back into the burning building. The firefighters were trying to stop them. Both sides were right. At 9:37 a.m., American Airlines Flight 77 hit the west face of the Pentagon and drove through three rings of the building. A hundred and twenty-five people inside were killed in the first seconds. Hundreds more were trapped in smoke so thick you could not see your hand. Lieutenant Colonel Ted Anderson was a field artillery officer working in legislative liaison. A desk job. When the plane hit, he opened the doors of his corridor, got people moving, walked a pregnant coworker out to safety. Then he ran toward the smoke. He found two women lying on the ground outside the impact zone. One of them had a compound fracture of the hip. He could see the bone. She was going into shock. He picked her up and carried her away from the building. A staff sergeant named Christopher Braman had run up beside him. Braman was a cook. He worked in the general officers' mess. He was also a former Army Ranger. The two men did not know each other. They turned around together and went back in. They crawled through a broken window into a building that was on fire. Anderson pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket, one his grandmother had told him a gentleman always carries, and tied it over his face. Inside, the smoke was so heavy the only way to find anyone was by sound. They found a woman from human resources and boosted her out through the window. They found another woman, badly burned, and got her out. She died eight days later. Somewhere in another part of that fire, an accountant named Sheila Moody was trapped. It was her second day on the job. The smoke had taken her voice. She could not scream. So she did the only thing she could think of. She clapped her hands. Over and over. In the dark. Hoping. Braman heard it. He followed the sound of clapping through the smoke, on his hands and knees, found her, and carried her out. Then he went back in again. Anderson and Braman came out the second time with a burned man who told them there were more people inside. They turned to go a third time. That is when the firefighters arrived. Arlington County Fire Department. The first professional responders on the scene. And their first order of business, before hoses, before anything, was to keep people from going back into a building that was about to fall down. A firefighter grabbed Anderson by the ankle and told him he was leaving. Now. Anderson refused. He was not alone. Hundreds of soldiers, sailors, Marines, and civilian Pentagon workers were standing outside that building, and none of them were leaving, because they knew what was inside. Their own people. Burning. It turned into a pushing match. A shouting match. Men in uniform trying to get past men in turnout gear. Anderson said later that everyone outside was incredulous. We have fellow soldiers in there, he said. We pledge never to leave a fallen comrade behind. Generals had to step in to break it up. The firefighters won. They pushed the soldiers back. About thirty minutes later, the section of the Pentagon that Anderson had been fighting to re-enter collapsed. If they had been inside, they would all have died. Anderson said it afterward without hedging. "I owe my life to the Arlington County Fire Department. They are the true heroes." Then he said the harder thing. It took him a long time, he said, to accept that going back in was not his specialty. That the men who stopped him knew something he did not. He received the Soldier's Medal, the Army's highest award for heroism outside of combat. So did Braman. Along with a Purple Heart for his injuries. He stayed on the site into the night, helping recover the dead. Sheila Moody, the accountant who clapped, told a national television audience that a cook named Chris Braman was her guardian angel. Anderson still marks September 11 alone, with his family. He said he thinks about it every day. He said he still regrets the ones he could not get to. Here is what the pushing match was really about. On one side, men whose creed says you never leave a fallen comrade, even if it costs your life. On the other, men whose creed says you never let a civilian go back into a burning building, even if you have to fight him. Two groups of Americans, both trying to save lives, physically wrestling each other in front of a burning building. That is not a story about a disagreement. That is a story about a country where everybody wanted to go in. 🇺🇸

On September 11, one company lost 658 employees in a single morning. Not one person who was at their desk survived. The ones who were not at their desks spent the next five years working to feed the families of the ones who were. The company was Cantor Fitzgerald. A bond brokerage. Floors 101 through 105 of the North Tower. The plane hit between 93 and 99. Everyone above the impact was cut off. Nobody above the impact came down. Cantor had 960 employees in New York. 658 were in the office that morning. All 658 died. The chairman, Howard Lutnick, was not there. He was late. It was his five-year-old son's first day of kindergarten, and he had walked the boy to the classroom door. His driver came into the classroom. A plane has hit the Trade Center. Lutnick's younger brother Gary, 36, worked on the 104th floor. His best friend Doug Gardner, 39, was on the 105th. His sister Edie's morning meeting had been canceled. She was the only one of the three siblings not on her way in. Gary called Edie from the 104th floor, after the plane hit. He told her he loved her. He told her to tell Howard. The smoke was coming in. Then the line went dead. Lutnick spent that day and night at the hospitals, going from bed to bed, looking at faces, looking for his people. He did not find any of them. There were none to find. In the first days, the company did something that got it attacked from every direction. It stopped the paychecks. There was no company. Two thirds of it was dead. The trading floor was gone. The office was a hole in the sky. There was no revenue to pay anyone with. Lutnick said so, publicly, and the reaction was brutal. A CEO who had lost his own brother was being called heartless on national television. Four days after the attack, on September 15, he went on Larry King Live, still in pieces, and made a promise in front of the country. Twenty-five percent of the company's profits, for the next five years, to the families of the 658. And ten years of health insurance. He was ridiculed for it. How does a company that no longer exists pay anybody anything, let alone make promises? Here is what the survivors did. Forty-seven hours after the towers fell, Cantor was back trading U.S. Treasury bonds. Through its London office and an electronic platform, run by technical staff who had walked in from the street. The bond market reopened on September 13 and Cantor was on it, because if there were no profits, there would be nothing to give. Roughly 300 people had survived. They went back to work in borrowed offices, at borrowed desks, next to empty chairs. Some of them had lost a brother, a wife, a fiance, a father, on the same floor they had worked on. They worked anyway. For five years. Edie Lutnick took over the Relief Fund, seeded with a million dollars of her brother's money three days after the attack. She sat at a desk twenty hours a day writing checks by hand. Thousands of them. To widows. To parents. To new mothers whose husbands would never see the baby. Five years later, the promise was kept. Roughly 180 million dollars went to the families. The health insurance ran for the full ten. And they did not stop. Every September 11 since, Cantor Fitzgerald has given away its entire revenue for the day. Every dollar the firm makes on the anniversary. Employees give their day's pay on top. They call it Charity Day. Some years it raises twelve million dollars in one day. The people who were not at their desks that morning have spent twenty-five years working for the ones who were. Gary Lutnick was 36 years old. His brother posted a photograph of him yesterday, on the 25th anniversary, and wrote that Gary was killed for being an American and going to work. He is the Secretary of Commerce of the United States now. He still runs the fund. 658 people. Nobody above the fire came down. The ones below it have been carrying them ever since. 🇺🇸