96% of Jews in Poland were murdered by the Nazis. That is genocide. 3% of Gaza’s population, mostly male combatants, died in the war they started. That is not genocide.

IRAN 1979–2025: “Death to America!” IRAN 2026: “Vote Democrat!” They didn’t change. They just found the party who will help!

So.. should DOGE audit her? 👀 Chelsea Clinton receives annually-recurring funding from USAID, allocated by Obama for her Foundation, which provides afternoon meals to children in Africa, India, and Bangladesh. However, as of today, the reported number of meals served stands at 11,886, implying an astonishing cost of $1,410 per meal. Net Worth $70 Million Husband Net Worth $45 Million Inheritance $52 million USAID Earnings $3.9 Million per year Real Estate Assets $25 million Monthly Spends $100,000 Car Collection Eight Has accomplished nothing.

2 million to go!

These aren’t Navy Seals These aren’t Army Rangers These aren’t Army Green Berets These aren’t even boot camp recruits These are U.S. High School students in 1962.

Black women (not white men who play videos games, actually) are the demographic most likely to be on welfare

what Elon Musk has done to make my life better: - electric cars - satellite internet - saved free speech what Jeff Bezos has done to make my life better: - nationwide next-day delivery - architecture that powers the internet what Larry Page and Sergey Brin have done to make my life better: - made the internet searchable - online email and documents platform what Mark Zuckerberg has done to make my life better: - social media to keep me connected to friends - online ads platform what Larry Ellison has done to make my life better: - database software for my businesses - data centers for AI and cloud computing what Jensen Huang has done to make my life better - hardware that powers the AI revolution what Bernie Sanders has done to make my life better:

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Fixed it for you.

Democrats worked to ban gas cars completely and yet now they’re campaigning as if they care about high gas prices? Which were higher under Obama and Biden? And that they’ll make oil cheaper? Please.

🚨 HOW MANY IMMIGRATION LOOPHOLES CAN YOU FIT INTO ONE POST? An H-1B worker is about to hit the 6-year limit. The proposed plan: H-1B expires. Switch to F-1. Enroll in a Day 1 CPT program. Keep working. Get married. File for a marriage-based green card. All to maintain work authorization in the U.S. At some point, you have to ask whether these are separate programs or an interconnected system of workarounds.

Man, gas is expensive. I think I’ll go vote for the party that wants to give 6-figure salaries to illegals with my taxes.

At the airport, watching a dad with his probably seven-month-old. He has her in the air, shifting her around mechanically, like a robot. She’s kicking her legs and squealing. Mom comes back from the bathroom and immediately straps the baby to her chest. She leans in and snuggles. Nobody tells Dad to engage in stimulating play with his child. Nobody tells Mom to pull her close and soothe her. They interact with the same child differently because men and women are different. Children don't need two adults tossing them in the air. They don't need two parents soothing and comforting them. All stimulation and no security leaves them unmoored; all comfort and no challenge leaves them afraid to venture out. Children need one parent who promotes attachment and one parent who promotes independence. Children need a mother and a father. A culture that treats either one as optional asks children to go without so adults can feel affirmed.

I knew Trump was a master negotiator but I heard he just got two more pandas for the Atlanta zoo in exchange for three of the ladies from The View.

California’s Democratic nominee for governor, Xavier Becerra, as head of HHS, once led the department responsible for a child-migrant facility costing $92,608 per cot — and it may have sent kids to trafficking rings. The facility cost taxpayers $782 million. Roughly 8,450 unaccompanied migrant children passed through in under a year. Its job was to care for kids and place them with safe “sponsors” (family members or other relatives). According to interviews obtained by Pirate Wires, the facility prioritized speed over safety. A case manager said sponsors submitted obviously fake IDs, and ID checks were “routinely ignored.” Another worker allegedly raised alarm bells about ~200 migrant kids who’d gone to a single location; when this worker contacted a child trafficking hotline, they were promptly fired. A separate investigation by Chuck Grassley found that HHS, under Becerra’s watch, sent kids home with sponsors tied to MS-13. And a 2023 New York Times investigation found that some kids were released to trafficking rings, where they ended up cleaning slaughterhouses, suffering chemical burns, or performing hard labor prohibited for minors (in some cases, children died). Becerra is leading in the polls. He brands himself the “safe choice” given his 30-plus years in government… and claims to “protect” “marginalized communities.” …But his record tells a very different story. Our full investigation, via @nicolewizman1 👇

She really said that...

Perfect

CAIR is working to “help mobilize 3 million more American Muslim voters” for the 2026 election cycle. Wake up, America.

Hi , I’m a retired ICE agent . Being undocumented or being a USC and actively resisting arrest can have dire outcomes. Thankfully he survived but there is nothing civil about resisting arrest .

This is very personal for me to share. My biological mother was a stripper working at a club in downtown Seattle. My biological father was one of her clients. She became pregnant with me while struggling with addiction and used drugs throughout her pregnancy. When I was born, I was immediately taken to the ICU to detox and was eventually placed for adoption. By God’s grace, I was adopted by two wonderful parents who loved me deeply. I was four months old when they picked me up from the orphanage, and they are the only parents I’ve ever known. I never grew up feeling like something was missing. I never felt some deep longing to find my biological parents. I had a mom and dad who loved me, cared for me, sacrificed for me, and gave me a wonderful home. Years later, after I got married and we had our first child, my wife encouraged me to learn more about my biological history. If for no other reason, she thought it might be good for the sake of our daughter to know whether there was anything medically or genetically significant in my family history. So I eventually submitted my DNA to Ancestry. Through that, I discovered a half brother, aunts, cousins, and eventually was put in contact with my biological mother. We were able to meet. And when I met her, I got to tell her something I’d wanted to tell her for as long as I could remember: thank you. Thank you for giving me life. I got to tell her about the wonderful parents who adopted me. I got to tell her that I’d had a good life. I got to tell her about my wife and my children. I wanted her to know that the baby she carried in the middle of all that chaos became a man with a family, a calling, people he loves, people who love him, and a life for which he is profoundly grateful. I’ve never been angry with her. Never. Not once. For years I told my wife and children that if my biological mother ever found me, I knew exactly what I would say. I wouldn’t condemn her. I wouldn’t demand explanations. I’d simply thank her for allowing me to live. Because without that decision, I wouldn’t have the extraordinary wife I have today. I wouldn’t know the indescribable joy of my children. I wouldn’t have experienced the friendships, ministry, laughter, sorrow, beauty, failures, victories, and ordinary moments that have made up my life. There are people I love who wouldn’t know me, children who wouldn’t exist, and a story that never would’ve been written. She gave me the chance to live it. We still stay in contact. We speak every few months, and I genuinely enjoy hearing her stories and learning about her life. Since the day I met her, I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring her to Himself. I still pray that. I share all of this because lately I’ve been thinking a great deal about the choices parents make. About life and death. About how much hangs in the balance of decisions made in moments of fear, desperation, darkness, or confusion. And yes, I’ve been thinking about those three little children whose lives were taken by the very person entrusted with protecting them. It’s difficult for me not to think about my own story alongside theirs. Their lives mattered. Their futures mattered. Everything they might’ve become, everyone they might’ve loved, every ordinary Tuesday morning and Christmas morning and wedding and child and friendship that might’ve filled the decades ahead of them mattered. And it makes me profoundly grateful that my mother chose differently. So if there’s a mother or father reading this who’s in a dark place and wondering whether your presence matters, whether your decisions matter, or whether the people who depend on you would somehow be better off without you, please hear me: your choices matter more than you can see from where you’re standing. Choose life. Don’t make an irreversible decision in the middle of a season that will pass. Don’t allow a moment of darkness to make a permanent decision about a future you can’t yet see. Trust the Lord. Ask for help.