Many schools today hold smart kids back. They’ve eliminated gifted classes to address “historical inequity.” “This is so misguided,” says @MichaelPetrilli, of @educationgadfly. We show how that hurts ALL kids:

They paid the price. This is who collected.

I actually like Miami. I really do. It’s a beautiful, exciting town with great weather, great food and plenty to do. But… there’s one thing about it that bothers me, and it’s the same thing that bothers me about New York City sometimes- there are parts of it that no longer feel like America. Then I get down to some little town in Texas, hear English everywhere I go, and think, “Oh yeah, this is what home feels like.” English is the common language of this country. Apparently that has become controversial to say. And before everybody starts screaming, this isn’t about hating immigrants. America was built by immigrants. But immigration used to come with an expectation: you came here, learned the language, became part of the culture and joined the country. You didn’t simply relocate your old country here and expect America to adjust around you. That isn’t assimilation. That’s just changing addresses. How can entire sections of an American city operate almost completely in another language? Because somewhere along the way, we became too frightened to say, “Welcome to America, 🇺🇸 now make an effort to become American.” Instead, the people already living here are expected to accommodate everybody arriving, and if we object, somehow we’re the problem! And I’m tired of getting into an Uber in America and having the driver tell me, “No hablo inglés.” You’re driving strangers around an American city. You need to understand directions, questions and emergencies. I shouldn’t need a translation app just to explain where I’m going. If your job requires communicating with the public, learning the common language shouldn’t be considered discrimination. It should be considered part of the damn job. A country cannot remain a country without something holding its people together, a language, a culture and a basic agreement about how the place works. At some point, America has to stop being embarrassed about expecting people who come here to actually join it. So.. ASSIMILATE!

🔥 HOLY MIC DROP. Judge Judy just dropped the hammer on those who constantly trash America while living here. “If you don’t like this country, go somewhere else. Don’t come to the greatest country in the world, the most successful country in the world and say, ‘I want to change it.’” She also pointed to the polio vaccine and AI as examples of American innovation, while emphasizing that this is a capitalist country that “revered excellence” and entrepreneurship. “Whether you like it or not, it’s there.” OOF. SAY IT LOUDER, JUDGE JUDY. 👏🔥🇺🇸

This guy is everything Texas stands against. #Talarico #Talaweirdo #Talafreako #Texas

Good! Get every single one.

Why is it “sad” to see a child LEARNING? Some of the comments on our videos say it’s sad that I have to teach these boys certain things. I don’t understand that. You weren’t born knowing how to pay bills, fix things, communicate, grocery shop, handle emergencies, or navigate life. Somebody taught you. And I guarantee everything you know didn’t come from your mama and daddy. That’s the whole point of a village. These boys have parents who love them and teach them. My own children learn from people besides me too. More good adults pouring into a child is a blessing, not evidence that somebody failed. Instead of being sad that they didn’t know something, be happy somebody cared enough to teach them.

STRANGER THAN FICTION, Bollywood Edition: Stick with me and read the whole thing here, because it is NUTS. On Saturday, Ted Cruz goes on ESPN’s College Gameday and gets roundly booed. People try to defend Cruz by noting a bunch of people in the crowd seemed foreign. Texas statewide political candidate Bo French posts a photo of a section of the crowd at the Texas-Ohio State game showing a large mass of Indians in one section. Everyone loses their minds and starts flinging poop at each other over mass immigration and Indian assimilation. Three days later, news breaks that NFL all-star TE Travis Kelce was scammed out of a ton of money by an illegal immigrant and Indian scam artist Siddarth Jawahar. Siddarth Jawahar, an illegal immigrant, reportedly attended the University of Texas for several years. And this is the best part: Siddharth Jawahar hired a political consultant named Jeff Roe to help him get a lighter sentence. Recorded jailhouse phone calls captured Roe and Jawahar scheming about how to manipulate the judge in the case. Jeff Roe is one of Ted Cruz’s top political consultants and ran Cruz’s presidential campaign in 2016. Truth really is stranger than fiction.

Some motivational words from our great Vice President @JDVance 🔥🔥 What does the American Dream mean to you? If you’re not following him on TikTok, you’re missing out: tiktok.com/@jd

Thought I'd debunk some of the most common myths about how "conservative" the Texas government is: MYTH: "Texas is a low tax state." FACT: Texas has the HIGHEST EFFECTIVE PROPERTY TAX RATE in America, according to at least one analysis. MYTH: "Texas is a low regulation state." FACT: Texas is the #5 MOST REGULATED state in America according to State RegData rankings, and has more occupational licensing requirements than every other state in America, including California and New York. MYTH: "Texas is a low debt state." FACT: Texas has a HIGHER debt-to-GDP ratio than California, and has 2x the debt/capita than Florida. MYTH: "Texas is a low spending state." FACT: Texas has exploded government spending a staggering 42% in just the past 4 years.

😄Watch Vermont @SenPeterWelch get destroyed by @FBIDirectorKash 😄😂😂So so funny

I heard UT graduation this year looked like this. I didn’t believe it. The problem is now obviously far worse than anyone imagined.

PROPERTY TAXES ARE SKYROCKETING ALL OVER TEXAS!!... as I predicted... Because "Republican" TxLege and local "nonpartisan" politicians are SPENDING like drunken Democrats!! Last session's "property tax relief" bills were SCAMS that authorized local politicians to raise taxes... without elections!! Joined @JBonKTRH on @ktrhnews to expose that shocking truth... and how liberals (including BETO supporters) have taken over local governments all over conservative Texas, and why bureaucrats are getting RICH off your property tax dollars! Listen!

No matter what Democrats say about Director Patel tomorrow, it will not make people forget how well the FBI has executed the last two years.

After September 11, more than a million tons of the World Trade Center was loaded onto barges and shipped to a garbage dump on Staten Island. Then hundreds of men and women stood at conveyor belts for ten months and picked through every ounce of it by hand. They were looking for people. The place is called Fresh Kills. For fifty years it was the largest landfill in the world. It took its last barge of household trash on March 22, 2001, and shut down for good. New York was finally done with it. Five and a half months later, at two o'clock in the morning on September 12, the landfill's director got a phone call at home. He had just walked in the door. Two trucks were at the gate. They were carrying pieces of the World Trade Center. He drove back. The man who ran the dump would later say, without any drama, that if Fresh Kills had not been closed, this could never have happened. There would have been no room. The garbage would have been in the way. The site was empty. So that is where the towers went. Here is how it worked. At Ground Zero, cranes and grapplers lifted the debris into dump trucks. The trucks drove to a pier on the Hudson. There, the load went onto barges, six hundred tons at a time. The barges were towed down the harbor, past the Statue of Liberty, to Staten Island. More than fifteen hundred barges made the trip. At Fresh Kills, sanitation workers unloaded them onto a hill. And then the sorting began. The debris was mechanically screened into three sizes. Chunks bigger than eight inches. Two to eight inches. A quarter inch to two inches. Anything smaller than a quarter of an inch, the size of a fingernail, fell through the last sieve. Everything above that size went onto a conveyor belt. And along the belts stood the detectives. NYPD. FBI. Port Authority police. Medical examiners. Dressed head to toe in white Tyvek suits, in masks, in gloves, on a hill that stank of jet fuel and pulverized concrete and things nobody wanted to name. Looking down at the belt, hour after hour, as the towers rolled past them a fist-sized chunk at a time. When they saw something, they reached in and took it, and placed it in a white bucket at their feet. A wedding ring. A photo ID. A set of keys. A shoe. A piece of a person. The white buckets went to a tent that served as a morgue. The volume was beyond comprehension. In mid-September the operation was processing 1,750 tons of debris a day. By mid-October, 17,500 tons a day. Ten times more. Round the clock. The 200-acre hill was declared a federal crime scene and stayed one for ten months. A retired NYPD detective later wrote down what a shift looked like, because almost nobody outside knew it existed. You wake at 3 a.m. You get a giant coffee. You drive two hours in the dark from Orange County, through New Jersey, to Staten Island. You park at the bottom of a hill that looks like the end of the world. You put on the white suit. You go to your belt. You stand there. You look. Then you drive two hours home and do it again tomorrow. Sanitation workers pulled sixteen-hour shifts, seven days a week. One of them, a supervisor named Barry Asnes, said afterward what kept him there. We were attacked on our own soil, in the city where I was born. This was personal. The operation did not stop for weather. It did not stop for Christmas. It ran until July 2002. Ten months. By the end, the men and women on that hill had recovered thousands of human remains. Tens of thousands of personal effects. Wallets, badges, wedding bands, photographs, all cleaned and catalogued and returned to families who had nothing else to bury. When they were finished, the remaining material was placed in a 48-acre section of the landfill, a mound two hundred and twenty-five feet high, and covered. It is a park now. Many of the men and women who stood on that hill have lung disease. Asthma. Cancer. PTSD. The air they were breathing, eight and ten and sixteen hours a day, was full of the towers. Some of them have died of it. Almost nobody knows their names. Almost nobody knows the place. Mention Fresh Kills and 9/11 in the same sentence, the retired detective wrote, and most people will have no idea what you are talking about. Here is what you should know. Two thousand seven hundred and fifty-three people were murdered in those towers. Only about six in ten have ever been identified. Every one of those identifications came out of a white bucket. Every wedding ring returned to a widow. Every badge returned to a firehouse. Every fragment of bone matched to a name and buried with a headstone instead of a question mark. Somebody in a white suit, standing at a belt on a garbage dump at four in the morning, reached into the World Trade Center as it rolled past, and picked that person up, and put them in a bucket, and sent them home. They did that for ten months. Nobody applauded on the hill. There was nobody to watch. They did it anyway. 🇺🇸

Nine months after September 11, a village in Kenya with no electricity, no running water, and no roads gave America the most valuable thing it had. Fourteen cows. This is not a joke. It is one of the most serious gifts this country has ever received. Kimeli Naiyomah grew up in Enoosaen, a Maasai village near the Tanzanian border. His family was so poor they owned no cattle. Among the Maasai, that is the bottom. A family without cows is barely counted as a family. At fourteen he ran away to a school where the lessons were held under a tree. He walked. He had no shoes, no books, no money. He asked to be let in anyway. Years later he was a student at Stanford, in California, studying to be a doctor. On September 11, 2001, he happened to be in New York City. He watched the towers fall. He was a Maasai warrior. Warriors are trained from childhood to run toward danger. He wanted to run to the pile. He could not help there. He did not know what to do with what he had seen. Months later he went home to Enoosaen. The elders had heard something on the radio. Vaguely. A place called New York. Buildings. Some of them had not heard at all. Nobody in the village had ever seen a skyscraper. Nobody had been on an airplane. The idea of a building a hundred stories tall, full of thousands of people, falling down, was not something the language had words for. Kimeli sat with them and explained. Slowly. What a tower was. How many people. What it looked like when it came down. He told them what he had seen with his own eyes. The elders listened. When he finished, one of them asked a question. "What can we do for these poor people?" Kimeli had already decided. He had saved money in America. He wanted to buy a cow, the first cow his family had ever owned, and he wanted to give it to the United States. To the Maasai, a cow is not livestock. A cow is life. It is wealth, food, standing, survival. An elder explained it to a reporter in one sentence. A cow is the handkerchief we Maasai use to wipe away tears. Kimeli asked the elders for their blessing to give his one cow to America. Then, one by one, the elders stood up. They wanted to give too. In the end, fourteen families pledged fourteen cows. In a community of about ten thousand people who owned almost nothing else. On June 3, 2002, the United States chargé d'affaires in Kenya, William Brencick, traveled to Enoosaen. A flight, then more than half a day by road across terrain that barely counts as road. When he arrived, hundreds of Maasai in red robes were waiting. Some held hand-lettered banners. "To the people of America, we give these cows to help you." The elders presented the fourteen cows. Brencick accepted them on behalf of the United States. He called it the highest expression of regard and sympathy. Then there was a practical problem. How do you ship fourteen sacred cows to New York? The answer the two sides arrived at was better than shipping them. The cows would stay in Kenya. They would belong to the United States of America. The Maasai would care for them, forever, as America's herd. They are still there. The original fourteen have multiplied into dozens. Each one carries a mark carved into its ear, the outline of two towers. Their offspring fund scholarships for the children of the village. The U.S. embassy built a school there, and a water project. When the story reached America, forty thousand people wrote letters to the village. A painting of the fourteen cows hangs in the 9/11 Memorial Museum. A children's book about them became a national bestseller. Kimeli's own explanation was the shortest. To heal a sorrowing heart, give something that is dear to your own. A village that had never seen a skyscraper, that could not have found New York on a map, that owned almost nothing, gave America the one thing it valued most. Somewhere in Kenya tonight, there are cows with towers carved into their ears. They are ours. They were given to wipe our tears. 🇺🇸🇰🇪

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Mamdani and AOC: **we will laugh at your murdered loved ones and you will still vote for us so long as we promise free groceries** Shame on New York.

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