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🚨#ALERT: Everyone needs to be aware of this Journalist Avery Daye exposes the history of Minnesota Rep Ilhan Omar “Ilhan Omar — I figured not enough people know about her family’s history, so let’s recap: Her dad and her grandfather were both high-ranking military officials in the Barre regime, which killed over 200,000 people. They’re most famous for the Isaaq genocide — it was the worst of the worst: aerial bombings, executions, man-made famine. People massively suffered under this regime, with the help of people like Ilhan Omar’s family who supported the regime and carried out this, this horror. — They have family ties to this guy known as the Butcher of Hargeisa, and his whole shtick was “kill all but the crows.”” “So the suffering of the people of Somalia was so bad that there was a civil war and the regime was overthrown. Her family fled first to Kenya and then Minnesota, claiming they’re like these asylum seekers. These poor, poor people. No, no, no, no. They were fleeing to escape being held accountable for what they did. She was not oppressed. Her family, they were the oppressors.” “So for the Democratic Party to have her as a representative is insane to me — and the way that they’ve like rebranded her as all this poor refugee? No, no. She wasn’t a refugee of war. Her family created the war.”

TWO LEADING PRINCETON, MIT SCIENTISTS SAY EPA CLIMATE REGULATIONS BASED ON A ‘HOAX’: "William Happer, Professor Emeritus in physics at Princeton University, and Richard Lindzen, Professor Emeritus of atmospheric science at MIT: “The unscientific method of analysis, relying on consensus, peer review, government opinion, models that do not work, cherry-picking data and omitting voluminous contradictory data, is commonly employed in these studies and by the EPA in the Proposed Rule. All of the models that predict catastrophic global warming fail the key test of the scientific method: they grossly overpredict the warming versus actual data. The scientific method proves there is no risk that fossil fuels and carbon dioxide will cause catastrophic warming and extreme weather. Climate models such as the ones that the EPA is using have been consistently wrong for decades in predicting actual outcomes. To illustrate his point, he presented the EPA with a table showing the difference between those models’ predictions and the observed data." The Epoch Times

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@GadSaad This must change

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2 years ago

@KariLake The world is so fake right now… our tolerance has reached levels where the intelligent are banned from thinking so as to not offend the imbeciles running the world 📌 We can’t define a man/woman 📌 We can’t define what gender is 📌 We can’t offend colored people 📌 We are

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@GadSaad I remember when there was such a thing as pride & the government didn't try to put you down for having some 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

@GadSaad Exactly

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4 months ago

A society dies when it cares more about exhibiting infinite tolerance and empathy than invoking its survival instinct — SUICIDAL EMPATHY

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@GadSaad Exactly

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a week ago

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@GadSaad @CrisCDA2 Nailed it 🎯

Je veux présenter mes excuses, au nom des Français, pour avoir enfanté la French Theory (qui a enfanté la pire des merdes idéologiques : le wokisme). Nous avons donné au monde Descartes, Pascal, Tocqueville. Et puis, dans les ruines intellectuelles de l'après-68, nous avons donné Foucault, Derrida, Deleuze. Trois hommes brillants qui ont fabriqué, dans l'élégance de notre langue, l'arme idéologique qui paralyse aujourd'hui l'Occident. Il faut comprendre ce qu'ils ont fait. Foucault a enseigné que la vérité n'existe pas, qu'il n'y a que des rapports de pouvoir déguisés en savoir. Que la science, la raison, la justice, l'institution médicale, l'école, la prison, la sexualité, tout n'est qu'une mise en scène de la domination. Derrida a enseigné que les textes n'ont pas de sens stable, que tout signifiant glisse, que toute lecture est une trahison, que l'auteur est mort et que le lecteur règne. Deleuze a enseigné qu'il fallait préférer le rhizome à l'arbre, le nomade au sédentaire, le désir à la loi, le devenir à l'être, la différence à l'identité. Pris isolément, ce sont des thèses discutables. Combinées, exportées, vulgarisées, elles forment un système. Et ce système est un poison. Car voici ce qui s'est passé. Ces textes, illisibles en France, ont traversé l'Atlantique. Les départements de Yale, de Berkeley, de Columbia les ont absorbés dans les années 80. Ils y ont trouvé un terreau qui n'existait pas chez nous : le puritanisme américain, sa culpabilité raciale, son obsession identitaire. La French Theory s'est mariée à ce substrat, et l'enfant de ce mariage s'appelle le wokisme. Judith Butler lit Foucault et invente le genre performatif. Edward Said lit Foucault et invente le post-colonialisme académique. Kimberlé Crenshaw hérite du cadre et invente l'intersectionnalité. À chaque étape, la matrice est française : il n'y a pas de vérité, il n'y a que du pouvoir, donc toute hiérarchie est suspecte, toute institution est oppressive, toute norme est violence, toute identité est construite donc négociable, toute majorité est coupable. Voilà comment trois philosophes parisiens, qui n'ont probablement jamais imaginé leurs conséquences pratiques, ont fourni le logiciel d'exploitation à une génération entière d'activistes, de bureaucrates universitaires, de DRH, de journalistes, de législateurs. Voilà comment on a obtenu une civilisation qui ne sait plus dire si une femme est une femme, si sa propre histoire mérite d'être défendue, si le mérite existe, si la vérité se distingue de l'opinion. C'est de la merde pour une raison simple, et il faut la dire calmement. Une civilisation se tient debout sur trois piliers : la croyance qu'il existe une vérité accessible à la raison, la croyance qu'il existe un bien distinct du mal, la croyance qu'il existe un héritage à transmettre. La French Theory a entrepris de dynamiter les trois. Pas par méchanceté. Par jeu intellectuel, par fascination du soupçon, par haine de la bourgeoisie qui les avait nourris. Mais le résultat est là. Une génération entière a appris à déconstruire et n'a jamais appris à construire. Une génération entière sait soupçonner et ne sait plus admirer. Une génération entière voit le pouvoir partout et la beauté nulle part. Je m'excuse parce que nous, Français, avons une responsabilité particulière. C'est notre langue, nos universités, nos éditeurs, notre prestige qui ont donné à ce nihilisme son emballage chic. Sans la légitimité de la Sorbonne et de Vincennes, ces idées n'auraient jamais traversé l'océan. Nous avons exporté le doute comme d'autres exportent des armes. Ce qui se construit maintenant, en silicon valley, dans les labos d'IA, dans les startups, dans les ateliers, dans tous les lieux où des gens fabriquent encore des choses au lieu de les déconstruire, c'est la réponse. Une civilisation se reconstruit par les bâtisseurs, pas par les commentateurs. Par ceux qui croient que la vérité existe et qu'elle vaut qu'on s'y consacre. Par ceux qui assument une hiérarchie du beau, du vrai, du bon, et qui n'ont pas honte de la transmettre. Alors pardon. Et au travail.

Bill Clinton: “The Palestinians were offered a state. They refused. A state wasn't their goal. Killing Jews was." This must be shared every single day.

The word ‘snots’ comes to mind.

This is a very good question

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A Catholic priest walked into a house filled with Jewish orphans in fascist Italy and spoke four words that would save 73 lives. July 1942. Arrigo Beccari. Thirty-two years old. Seminary teacher in Nonantola, a small village near Modena in northern Italy. He had just heard about the children. Fifty Jewish orphans, ages six to twenty-one, had arrived at Villa Emma, an abandoned mansion on the edge of town. They came from Germany, Austria, and Yugoslavia. They had fled the Nazis. Many had already lost parents, homes, and entire families. They could not speak Italian. They had nowhere else to go. Beccari walked to the villa, knocked on the door, and stepped inside. He looked at the frightened faces in front of him and said: “You are safe now.” He meant it. For more than a year, something extraordinary unfolded in fascist Italy. An entire village quietly chose to protect those children. Farmers brought food. Shopkeepers donated supplies. Widows opened their homes. A local doctor named Giuseppe Moreali treated the sick. A carpenter built furniture and taught woodworking. Women cooked meals. One room inside the villa became a synagogue. Beccari visited every day. He taught lessons. Spent time with the younger children. Tried to give them moments that felt normal again. Then, in April 1943, another thirty-three Jewish children arrived from Croatia, escaping the massacres carried out by the Ustaše regime. Now there were seventy-three children at Villa Emma. Then came September 8, 1943. Italy surrendered to the Allies. German forces immediately occupied northern Italy. The SS began hunting Jews across the region. In Rome, more than 1,200 Jews were rounded up and deported to Auschwitz. Only sixteen survived. At dawn on September 9, German troops marched into Nonantola. Beccari and Dr. Moreali ran to Villa Emma. “You have to leave. Now. All of you. Tonight.” More than one hundred people, including counselors and caretakers, had to disappear in less than thirty-six hours. Beccari did not wait for official permission. He did not hesitate. Some children were hidden inside the seminary itself, tucked into dormitories, cellars, attics, and storage rooms. Then Beccari moved through the village knocking on doors. Farmers. Shopkeepers. Widows. Teachers. He asked each of them the same thing: Hide these Jewish children. Feed them. Protect them. Not one refused. Within thirty-six hours, Villa Emma was empty. When German soldiers arrived, they found only an abandoned building. No children. No evidence. No witnesses. The orphans had been scattered across more than twenty Catholic homes, hidden in barns, haylofts, bedrooms, and church buildings throughout the village. For weeks, Beccari visited them daily, bringing food, comfort, and information. But everyone understood they could not stay forever. The Germans were searching everywhere. There was only one possible escape route. North. Across the Alps. Into Switzerland. Beccari and Moreali forged more than 120 identity documents, baptism certificates, travel permits, birth records. On paper, Jewish children became Catholic Italians. The children memorized new names, birthdays, and invented family histories in a language many of them barely understood. Between September 28 and October 16, 1943, they escaped in small groups by train, on foot, and through mountain passes under cover of darkness. Every one of the seventy-three children reached Switzerland safely except one. A teenager named Salomon Papo was too sick with tuberculosis to travel. The Gestapo later found him in a sanatorium and deported him to Auschwitz. One out of seventy-three. Not because someone betrayed them. Because illness made escape impossible. The Gestapo launched investigations. Who had hidden the Jews? Who had forged the documents? No one in the village talked. Eventually, Beccari himself was arrested and handed over to the SS in Bologna. He was tortured for months. Beaten repeatedly. Interrogated again and again for names, locations, and evidence. He gave them nothing. His name appeared on execution lists three different times. Three different times, the executions were delayed. Eventually, he was released. The war was nearing its end, and the Germans still had nothing. Beccari walked back to Nonantola. Back to the seminary. Back to teaching. And perhaps the most remarkable part of the story is this: It was never only one priest. More than forty households helped hide Jewish children. Not one villager betrayed them. Farmers. Seminarians. Teachers. Shopkeepers. Elderly widows. An entire village chose strangers’ children over its own safety. The children survived the war. Many later emigrated to what became Israel in 1945. They built families, careers, and new lives. They never forgot Nonantola. In 1964, Yad Vashem recognized Arrigo Beccari and Giuseppe Moreali as Righteous Among the Nations, the first Italian priest and doctor ever given that honor. Beccari remained in Nonantola until 1980. Same village. Same church. Same quiet life. He baptized the grandchildren of families who had once hidden Jewish orphans in their homes. He never chased recognition. At one point he reflected simply: “It would be difficult to erase the memory of the terror and suffering of those days. Or of my joy at doing the small good which was my duty.” Small good. That is what he called it. Arrigo Beccari died on December 27, 2005, at the age of ninety-six, in the same village where he had spent most of his life. A village priest who helped lead one of the most successful Holocaust rescue operations in Italy. A man tortured by the Gestapo who never betrayed a single child. A man scheduled for execution three separate times who returned afterward to ordinary parish life because, to him, that was simply who he was. Seventy-three children grew old because of thirty-six hours in September 1943. Because one priest started knocking on doors. Because one village kept saying yes. Because ordinary people chose courage when the world around them chose silence.

In 1964, in Albuquerque, New Mexico, a 17-year-old girl gave birth to a son. The school administrators had told her she couldn’t finish high school. She pushed back anyway. Her name was Jacklyn Gise. And the baby she was determined to raise would one day become one of the most influential people on Earth. Being a pregnant teenager in 1960s Albuquerque wasn’t just difficult—it was scandalous. When Jacklyn tried to return to school, the administration said no. She refused to accept it. “I pushed back and I kept on pushing back,” she later recalled. “Eventually the school relented.” There were conditions. She couldn’t talk to other students. She couldn’t eat in the cafeteria. She had to arrive and leave within five minutes of the bells. She agreed. And she graduated. Her marriage to her son’s biological father, Ted Jorgensen, didn’t last. They were teenagers. He struggled with alcohol. They divorced before Jeff was two. Suddenly, Jacklyn was a single mother with no money. She worked as a secretary, earning $190 a month. Rent alone nearly swallowed it all. She couldn’t afford a phone. Her father rigged a walkie-talkie system so she could check in every morning at 7 a.m. “That’s how we were able to stay in an apartment,” she explained. Determined to keep learning, Jacklyn enrolled in night school. She picked professors who allowed her to bring her infant son. She showed up with two duffel bags—one with textbooks, the other with bottles, diapers, and toys. It was in one of those classes that she met Miguel “Mike” Bezos, a Cuban refugee who had arrived in the U.S. at 15 with almost nothing. They fell in love. He adopted Jeff and gave him his name. Together, they built a home rooted in hard work, education, and big dreams. Jacklyn never stopped learning. She paused to raise her family, then returned to college. At 40, she earned her degree. “When I graduated at the age of 40,” she said, “I had never been more proud of myself.” In 1995, her oldest son proposed a risky idea: quit Wall Street and sell books online. She and Mike invested $245,000, despite a 70% chance of failure. The company was Amazon. By 2018, that investment had grown to $30 billion. But the money was never the point. Jeff Bezos credited his mother for everything: the values, the example, the sacrifices. She co-founded the Bezos Family Foundation, giving hundreds of millions to education and health. She quietly championed opportunity for young people facing obstacles like she once did. Jacklyn passed away in August 2025, age 78. Her son described her life in a simple tribute: “She pounced on the job of loving me with ferocity.” Jacklyn Bezos’s life proves something essential. The most valuable gift a parent can give is showing what’s possible—by refusing to accept what others say is impossible. She was a teenage mother who society might have written off. She raised a son who changed the world. By changing hers first.

This sounds like an interesting solution, to a potential nightmare! It would get rid of all the cults here in American, as well!

On August 1, 1960, President Dwight D. Eisenhower received a letter from a frustrated citizen named Leon Scott. Mr. Scott asked Eisenhower why he had a picture of Robert E. Lee in his office. This was Eisenhower's response to Mr. Scott: "Dear Dr. Scott, Respecting your August 1 inquiry calling attention to my often expressed admiration for General Robert E. Lee, I would say, first, that we need to understand that at the time of the War between the States, the issue of secession had remained unresolved for more than 70 years. Men of probity, character, public standing, and unquestioned loyalty, both North and South, had disagreed over this issue as a matter of principle from the day our Constitution was adopted. General Robert E. Lee was, in my estimation, one of the supremely gifted men produced by our Nation. He believed unswervingly in the Constitutional validity of his cause which, until 1865, was still an arguable question in America; he was a poised and inspiring leader, true to the high trust reposed in him by millions of his fellow citizens; he was thoughtful yet demanding of his officers and men, forbearing with captured enemies but ingenious, unrelenting, and personally courageous in battle, and never disheartened by a reverse or obstacle. Through all his many trials, he remained selfless almost to a fault and unfailing in his faith in God. Taken altogether, he was noble as a leader and as a man, and unsullied as read the pages of our history. From deep conviction, I simply say this: a nation of men of Lee's calibre would be unconquerable in spirit and soul. Indeed, to the degree that present-day American youth will strive to emulate his rare qualities, including his devotion to this land as revealed in his painstaking efforts to help heal the Nation's wounds once the bitter struggle was over, we, in our own time of danger in a divided world, will be strengthened and our love of freedom sustained. Such are the reasons that I proudly display the picture of this great American on my office wall. Sincerely, Dwight D. Eisenhower"

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