The Save America Act will only be passed over Thunes dead body. This is the hill he chose to die on. The decision to not pass the SAA goes way beyond his pay grade. John Thune was made Senate leader for one reason. To stop everything Trump. Yeah he played the game of bullshit when he was handed the gavel, said all the right things, but he was a Trump hating scumbag always, through and through. I remember when they handed him the gavel he said he was for MAGA and for Trump and that’s where that lie remained dead and buried. You see Thune told the people his real feelings years ago when he wanted Trump removed and impeached. Once he got the gavel and his bullshit allegiance to the cause was announced was the minute he went to work against Trump. It started with slow walking all of Trump’s nominees and there are still nominees that haven’t been passed through. This scumbag has been working frivolously with RINO Pence to stop Trump at every turn. Yeah that Mike Pence Thune is a disciple of Mitch McConnell and he purposely made him his wingman on day one. The plan was in place. McConnell started slipping, stepped down from Senate leader, and then the plan was implemented. Thune as leader and McConnell playing his mentor before checking out and playing the lead in Weekend at Bernie’s This was never going to work but the Republicans let this happen anyway. The RINOs belonged to McConnell and the party of leader was to be played by Thune. Did the Republicans make a mistake or was this the plan the entire time? Either way it was apparent from the get, Thune, McConnell and friends were there to stop Trump every step of the way. How fucked up has DC become? The Democrats are dealing with their own internal war. The Dems went from moderate, to far left, all the way to Communism. These commies keep lining up and winning elections and the Dems are totally lost. So lost they don’t know what to do or how to fix something they created by going far left in the first place Normally that would be good news for the opposing party only, that party is just as fucked up. The RINOs sold their souls to the Deep State and are under their control. The Deep State is just another branch of the Democrat party. So how did we let this RINO fraud Thune get this far? How wasn’t he removed long ago? Why hasn’t Vance stepped in and stopped this madness if he has the power over the Senate? What the fuck is really going on? I mean you stop the hardest working Republican from attending the South Dakota Republican dinner? @ScottPresler the man who deserves accolades for helping Trump get across the finish line, a man who solely won Pennsylvania for the Republicans? A man who has a purchased ticket to attend this dinner and his own party refuses his entrance? This dinner was for RINOs only. It was Thune who stopped Pressler. It was Thune stopping a MAGA representative. Yes the Democrats are fighting an internal war but don’t you think for a second the Republicans aren’t fighting their own. It is the hardcore RINOs with the backing of the Deep State against MAGA led by our fearless leader Donald Trump. I know it is hard to keep faith in these dire times when all looks bleak but we are on the right side of history. We are with the man who showed us all what winning is all about. I believe he saw this all coming and has a plan. He always has a plan and soon enough, these RINOs are going to get a wake up call. Thune could’ve been smart. He could’ve been part of something very special, the takedown of the Democrat party and the resurrection of our America. Now he will be a part of a takedown. His own takedown and he, McConnell, Pence and all the other RINO kiss asses can all go fuck themselves! In this movie the good guys win in the end. MAGA wins! Chalk up another win for Trump. And none of this is even possible without the biggest victor of them all. God wins. God Bless you all. Keep the faith. Our leader will show us the way. My two cents

5 Truths About Men Who Treat Their Birthdays Like Normal Day:

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Your husband is needed by everyone but wanted by no one.

You called the flight attendant. Said you felt “uncomfortable.” Said my dog looked “dangerous.” Asked why a German Shepherd like that was even allowed to fly. Ma’am, let me introduce you to Duke. That “dangerous” German Shepherd spent six years deployed as a Military Working Dog alongside U.S. Special Operations. He wasn’t trained to intimidate civilians — he was trained to come home with everyone. Duke is a certified Multi-Purpose K9. Tracking hostile targets through desert heat that melted boot soles. Detecting explosives before they became folded flags on grieving mothers’ laps. Clearing compounds before young soldiers ever stepped through the door. He’s been shot. Twice. And he never broke command. That scar on his shoulder you keep staring at? Shrapnel from an IED overseas. After the blast knocked him off his feet, ears ringing, body bleeding, Duke got back up and swept the perimeter. He located two secondary devices hidden along the exit route before his handler physically carried him out. The limp you noticed when we boarded? That came from taking rounds during an ambush so his handler — a 22-year-old soldier on his first deployment — could make it home, hold his newborn son, and build a life outside a war zone. Duke has military commendations. He has a Purple Heart. Official after-action reports credit him with saving more than forty American lives. Know what else he has? Zero bite incidents. Not one. Ever. The “intense look” you’re afraid of? That’s discipline. The stillness that makes you uneasy? That’s control. The size that worries you? That’s the same strength that dragged wounded men to safety. The only people Duke has ever been trained to engage were armed combatants actively trying to kill U.S. service members. Right now, he’s retired. Twelve years old. Arthritis in his hips. Still scans every doorway out of habit. Still positions himself between me and strangers without thinking. He’s not scanning you because he wants to hurt you. He’s scanning because once upon a time, if he didn’t, people died. So no, ma’am — I won’t be changing seats. He’s allowed to fly. He’s earned every mile in this cabin. But if you’d like to say something, you’re welcome to say thank you. Trust me. He’s heard far worse — from people who were actually dangerous. 💙🐾 🐕‍🦺🐕‍🦺

After 20+ years in the Marine Corps I still have creases in my calf's.

Isn’t it strange how forcing pork on Muslims is called disrespectful, but forcing LGBTQ ideology on Christians is called “tolerance”.

The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. (Numbers 6:24–26) May the peace which passeth all understanding be upon your heart. My Sunday morning prayer

I work the front desk at a small doctor’s office, and I wish people could see what happens on the other side of the phone. Every day, older patients call us confused. They are told to use the patient portal, upload documents, check lab results online, fill out forms before the visit, and confirm everything through a link. Some of them do not know what a portal is. Some do not have a smartphone. Some have one, but they are afraid to click the wrong thing. Last week, a man in his late 80s called about his test results. He said, “Ma’am, I don’t mean to bother you, but the computer says I have a message and I don’t know how to open it.” He sounded ashamed. That broke my heart. He should not have to feel ashamed for needing a human being. Technology can be helpful. I understand that. But when people who built this country are made to feel helpless because everything became a login and a password, we have gone too far. Not everything needs to be an app. Not every answer should be hidden behind a screen. Sometimes people need a voice. A patient person. A real human who says, “Don’t worry, I can help you.” Progress should not leave seniors behind. Because one day, the world will move faster than us too. And I hope someone is kind enough to slow down.

If a mere proclamation that a man is now a woman via the magical transformative trans wand, why are so many progressive trans activists upset with @EnesFreedom? They are arguing that Ms. Freedom's trans identity is fake, a stunt. But how do we know who is faking it and who is truly self-identifying as such? Is there a scientific mechanism for establishing which trans women with nine-inch penises can shower with my teenage daughter? F**king degenerates.

I’m not a Democrat. I’m not a Republican. I am a free-thinking American that’s a fiscally Libertarian, Constitutional Conservative. We need to address something. The Democrats are evil. There is no question about this. But what alternative are we given? The feckless Uniparty GOP. We have both chambers of Congress and the President secured and to be honest, what has been accomplished? I mean the stuff that affects your daily life. Don’t ever take this as me siding with the demons on the left — because I never will. But at some point, we must ask ourselves, where do we go from here? We are being surveilled more and more. We have accumulating debt, The Democratic Socialists (Communists) of America is gaining steam and are our nation’s biggest threat. I could continue but that would defeat the purpose. Something has to change. For all of us.

Sin killed Jesus. Lust kills love. Fear kills faith. Anger kills gratitude. Laziness kills purpose. Now read it backwards.

In September of 1814, America was once again in trouble. The young republic was only thirty-eight years old. The War of 1812 had gone badly. British troops had marched into Washington, burned the Capitol, set the White House ablaze, and now turned their sights toward Baltimore. If Fort McHenry fell, the harbor would be open, the city would likely follow, and another devastating blow would be dealt to the fragile nation. Amid this uncertainty, a young American lawyer named Francis Scott Key sailed under a flag of truce to the British fleet. He had come to negotiate the release of a friend, a physician the British had captured. He succeeded. The British agreed to free the doctor. But there was a catch. Because Key and his companions had seen too much of the British fleet and learned too much about its plans, they were not allowed to return to shore. Instead, they were detained aboard a ship in the harbor and forced to watch the coming battle from behind enemy lines. On the morning of September 13, the bombardment began. For the next twenty-five hours, British warships unleashed somewhere between 1,500 and 1,800 bombs and rockets upon Fort McHenry. These were the “bombs bursting in air” and the “rockets’ red glare” of the song—not poetic embellishments, but terrible realities. Key stood on the deck through the endless day and the long, terrifying night. Every explosion lit the darkness for a fleeting instant before the smoke swallowed everything again. Somewhere beyond that wall of fire stood the fort. Somewhere beyond it flew an American flag if it still flew at all. He could not see. He could only listen. As long as the guns continued firing, there was reason to hope. The British would not waste ammunition on a fort that had already surrendered. Then, just before dawn… The guns fell silent. For the first time all night, there was only stillness. It was the most frightening sound of all. Had the fort finally fallen? Had the defenders surrendered? Had the flag been torn down in the darkness while no one could see? There was nothing to do but wait. As the first light of September 14 slowly pushed back the smoke, Francis Scott Key strained his eyes toward the distant fort. Then he saw it. Not a British flag. The American flag. Still there. Still flying. That flag was no ordinary banner. Months earlier, the fort’s commander had commissioned a Baltimore flagmaker, Mary Pickersgill, to sew a flag so enormous “that the British would have no difficulty seeing it from a distance.” It measured roughly thirty by forty-two feet, carried fifteen stars and fifteen stripes, and was so large it had to be assembled on the floor of a brewery because no ordinary room could contain it. That was the Star-Spangled Banner. The very flag Key saw through the morning mist. The very flag that still survives today in the Smithsonian. Overcome by what he had witnessed, Key reached into his pocket, pulled out an envelope, and began writing. The words came from a heart that had spent an entire night fearing his country might disappear with the dawn. He first titled the poem Defence of Fort M’Henry. Within days it was printed and circulating throughout the country. Before long, people began singing it to a melody they already knew—an old British tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven,” originally written for a London social club. There is something beautifully ironic in that: America’s most beloved patriotic song borrowed the melody of the very nation it had just survived. It also explains why the anthem is so notoriously difficult to sing. It was never written for ordinary voices gathered in stadiums or school assemblies. The song spread quickly and became one of America’s favorite patriotic hymns, but it would wait more than a century before receiving official recognition. Not until 1931 did Congress declare “The Star-Spangled Banner” the national anthem of the United States.

For all Canadians saying they were the better team…. On George Washington’s birthday, let me remind you…the British were the better team. And yet the Americans still won their independence.

Before he died, Billy Graham was returning to Charlotte after a speaking engagement and when his plane arrived there was a limousine waiting to transport him to his home. As he prepared to get into the limo, he stopped and spoke to the driver . "You know," he said, "I am 87 years old and I have never driven a limousine. Would you mind if I drove it for a while?"The driver said, "No problem. Be my guest!" Billy gets into the driver's seat and they head off down the highway. A short distance away sat a rookie State Trooper operating his first speed trap.The long black limo went by him doing 70 in a 55 mph zone. The trooper pulled out and easily caught the limo and he got out of his patrol car to begin the procedure. The young trooper walked up to the driver's door and when the glass was rolled down, he was surprised to see who was driving. He immediately excused himself and went back to his car and called his supervisor. He told the supervisor, "I know we are supposed to enforce the law, but I also know that important people are given certain courtesies. I need to know what I should do because I have stopped a very important person." The supervisor asked, "Is it the governor?" The young trooper said, "No, he's more important than that." The supervisor said, "Oh, so it's the president." The young trooper said, "No, he's even more important than that." The supervisor finally asked, "Well then, who is it?"The young trooper said... "I think it's Jesus, because he's got Billy Graham for a chauffeur!"

Today, I was visiting with a brother. This friend calls himself a Christian, but doesn't always act like it. Some days he’s on fire for the Lord, and other days life's struggles seem to get the best of him. So, as our eyes met, I really wanted to say something about it to him, but decided to just let the Lord speak to his heart, knowing nothing I could say would ever have the impact that the Lord making Himself real in his heart would make. So I prayed with him. And after some time passed, I winked at him... and walked away from the mirror…

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You know you can say whatever you want about Democrats, but they fight to the death gladiator style for everything that they want and if Republicans could bring 10% of that kind of fight, this would be a much different country.