Alan T 🦬 @infamousMatador

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Alan T 🦬 @infamousMatador

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America @america

4 weeks ago

Happy 250th Birthday, America 🇺🇸

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Big Cat @BarstoolBigCat

4 weeks ago

Playing Country Roads/Elvis/Freebird/Sweet Home Alabama is A+. So much American exceptionalism. Imagine not being us? Would suck!

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U.S. Soccer Men's National Team @USMNT

4 weeks ago

FOUND A WAY THROUGH! 🇺🇸

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U.S. Soccer Men's National Team @USMNT

a month ago

🗣️🗣️ Country roads, take me home… To the place I belong 🗣️🗣️

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Barstool Sports @barstoolsports

a month ago

Country Roads after a World Cup victory has to be a top tier feeling in life USA 🇺🇸

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KG @interstatejuche

2 months ago

I know it's a longshot but if America actually wins the world cup in a sport none of us care about on our 250th birthday the rest of the planet should just pack it in

Lucky Teter @TheMagaHulk

2 months ago

2026 is the year of the American Patriot! We're winning the World Cup for our 250th birthday.

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U.S. Soccer Men's National Team @USMNT

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NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga

2 months ago

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.