I've never pinned a post before, but I want to do my small part to ensure the Bibas family isn't forgotten. May the horrors they suffered be avenged. #IStandWithIsrael

Tamar Goldenberg. 2000-2023 Killed by Hamas terrorists in a terror attack targeting Israeli Jews during the Jewish holiday of Simchat Torah. May her memory be our blessing 💔

Claude Vecksler, a Jewish boy from Paris. He was murdered in a gas chamber at Auschwitz II-Birkenau on 25 September 1942. He was 11 months old. He arrived at Auschwitz in a transport of 1,000 Jews deported from Drancy in German-occupied France. He was among 475 of them murdered in gas chambers after the selection. --- Listen to our podcast dedicated to the tragic fate of some 232 thousand children deported to Auschwitz. piped.video/aYKx_zpLSqA & learn why in March 1942 the German Nazi Auschwitz concentration camp became - at the same time - an extermination center for Jews. piped.video/tRwZ49q-9e0

25 September 1929 | A German Jewish girl, Margrit Weinberg, was born in Düsseldorf. Her family fled Nazi Germany in 1934 and settled in Amsterdam. In January 1944, Margrit, her brother Walter, and their parents Carl and Mathilde were arrested and taken to the Westerbork transit camp. In February, they were deported to the Theresienstadt ghetto. Carl was deported to Auschwitz at the end of September, while his wife and children at the beginning of October. None of them survived. Carla, Walter, and Mathilde were most probably murdered in a gas chamber together right after the arrival selection.

A friend sent me this photo and it made me tear up. I will never forget what was done to the Bibas family.

This.

A woman visiting family in Richmond, VA had her car jacked with her two babies still inside. Police used their Flock camera network to narrow the search area and found the vehicle, and children within 45 minutes. This is good. We should not stop the police from doing this. wtvr.com/news/local-news/ric…

Seems like a good time to re-post this. Reminder: If Israel’s enemies laid down their arms there would be no more war. If Israel laid down their arms there would be no more Israel. pjmedia.com/jack-dunphy/2025…

On October 7, Oron Bira, 54, his wife Yasmin, 51, and their daughters Tair, 23, and Tahal, 15, were inside their home in Kibbutz Be’eri. Their son Yehav, 20, a soldier, was staying in another home in the kibbutz. As more than 100 terrorists stormed Be’eri, the family locked themselves inside their safe room. Yasmin messaged her sister Dalia, telling her that terrorists had entered the kibbutz and that she was afraid. At 10:58 a.m., Tair spoke with her brother Yehav from the safe room. Over the phone, he could hear shouting and gunfire. It was the last time he heard from his family. Oron, Yasmin, Tair, and Tahal were murdered. Their beloved dog, Poncho, who had been part of the family for years and was especially loved by Tahal, was also killed. Eleven days later, the bodies of all four were found and identified in an area near the kibbutz. Oron’s brother, Tal, was also murdered at his home in Be’eri. Yehav became the only surviving member of his immediate family. Their home was left devastated. It had been destroyed and looted. The area around the safe room was riddled with bullet holes, and the gunfire was so intense that even the safe-room door was bent. Those who knew Oron and Yasmin’s home remembered how beautiful and carefully kept it had always been. After October 7, almost nothing of that home - or the family who filled it - remained.

With great sadness, we received information about the passing of Auschwitz Survivor Julia Wallach, who died at the age of 101. Julia Wallach, née Kac, was born on 14 June 1925 in Paris as the only daughter of Polish Jewish immigrants. During the German occupation of France in July 1942, her mother Marie was arrested in the Vel’ d’Hiv roundup. Julia never saw her again. On 24 April 1943, Julia and her father Joseph were arrested after being denounced. They were imprisoned in Drancy. On 23 June 1943, they were deported to Auschwitz in transport no. 55. Julia was 18 years old. In the camp, she was registered as prisoner no. 46645. Her father did not survive. Julia owed her survival in part to one of her cousins, whom she met there, and who advised her never to miss work, under any circumstances, or she too would go "up the chimney". Julia listened and went to work, even though she was extremely ill with typhus. In January 1945, she was taken on an evacuation march. During the following months, she was transferred westward, including to Ravensbrück. In April 1945, she managed to escape during a death march and eventually reached American soldiers. After the war, she recovered the family apartment in Paris, married a fellow survivor, and raised two children. From the 1960s onward, and with growing intensity in recent decades, Wallach spoke regularly in schools and public events about her deportation and life in Auschwitz. In the 2020s her testimony reached wider audiences through films made by her granddaughter, filmmaker Frankie Wallach. In 2022, she was awarded the Légion d’honneur for her educational work. May her memory be a blessing. Photo: thelastones.org/temoin/julia…

17 years is maximum and she knows that’s not likely. I’m OK with 3 to 5 years. Because she of all people should know better than to obstruct or strike a federal officer. She wasn’t doing her job and isn’t the least bit remorseful. Too many politicians believe they are “Special.” A message must be sent that “Nobody is above the law.”

On today's episode of uneducated and jobless in Chicago......... Video: @ChicagoCritter.

So Mr. Big-Bucks-Bike-Lanes has homes in LA and NYC but is based in Reno. I wonder why. latimes.com/california/story…

Many Americans think of Sweden and the rest of Scandinavia as a liberal's paradise but could it be a lesson for the West on how to fix the immigration crisis? @estherckrakue on how Sweden's immigration crackdown could be a model for the rest of Europe.

Evergreen story. latimes.com/california/story…

Thanks to @SandraSmithFox and @johnrobertsFox for having me on @FoxNews’s @AmericaRpts to react to the Senate Judiciary hearing on Flock cameras. You can catch the replay here 👇🏽

Lauren Manning ran out of the North Tower while her body was still on fire. Burns covered 82.5 percent of her body. Doctors believed she had a 90 to 95 percent chance of dying, while her 10-month-old son was waiting at home for a mother who might never return. She had not even reached her office yet. That delay may have saved her life. Manning was a partner at Cantor Fitzgerald, whose offices occupied the upper floors of the North Tower. On the morning of September 11, 2001, she was running late and entered the lobby just as American Airlines Flight 11 struck the building. High above her, all 658 Cantor Fitzgerald employees who were at work that morning would die. Then the fire reached Lauren. Jet fuel and flames blasted down the elevator shafts. The doors exploded outward, and a wall of fire engulfed her. Her clothes caught fire. Her hair burned. Her skin began burning across most of her body. Lauren did not wait for someone to rescue her. She ran. Still on fire, she somehow made it out of the North Tower and across the street. A stranger eventually reached her and put out the flames. The damage was catastrophic. Burns covered 82.5 percent of Lauren's body, most of them third-degree. Some were so deep that they damaged muscle and bone. Her lungs had also been injured by smoke and fuel inhalation. At NewYork-Presbyterian's burn center, doctors estimated that her chance of dying was between 90 and 95 percent. Lauren understood enough to know how serious her condition was. But before heavy sedation took over, she made a decision. She had her husband, Greg. And she had Tyler, her 10-month-old baby boy. Greg later wrote that while Lauren was at St. Vincent's Hospital, she told him she had decided to live for Tyler and for him. Then the real fight began. Lauren was placed into an induced coma for almost two months. Her lungs collapsed. Severe infections threatened her life. Doctors performed one operation after another, including skin grafts, procedures on her joints, and partial amputations of her fingers. During that initial hospitalization, she underwent 11 major surgeries, many of them involving multiple procedures. There were days when simply staying alive was the only goal. Her husband stayed beside her. He talked to her even when she could not respond. He read poetry to her and told her about Tyler. Friends and relatives constantly wanted to know whether Lauren was still alive, so Greg began sending email updates. He signed every one the same way: "Love, Greg & Lauren." Lauren was fighting for her life while the full scale of September 11 was still being kept from her. When she eventually regained consciousness, she did not immediately understand everything that had happened. Only later did she learn that both towers had collapsed and that 658 of her Cantor Fitzgerald colleagues had been killed. Then another frightening question entered her mind. Would Tyler recognize her? The mother who had left home on September 11 no longer looked the same. Her hands were badly damaged. Her body was covered with grafted and scarred skin. She had been unconscious for weeks and could barely move. But Tyler was still there. So Lauren began learning how to live again. Sixty-six days after the attacks, she walked approximately 30 to 40 feet from her hospital room toward the nurses' station. Her physical therapists were so stunned by how far she had managed to go that they ran to get her parents. People on the burn ward cried as they watched her standing there. Those few feet were only the beginning. Lauren spent more than six months in the hospital, and her recovery continued for years. More procedures followed. The pain never simply disappeared. Even two decades later, she described living with ongoing pain, fragile skin, infections, and complications caused by her injuries. But September 11 had not taken away what she had been fighting for. She went home. She raised Tyler. Later, she had another son.

For penning her mea culpa, Hannah-Jones has received a good deal of praise. Well, you can count me out of all that. Her actions were morally indefensible and analytically ignorant, and her supposed metamorphosis remains invisible to the naked eye. nationalreview.com/2026/09/w…

When I was 19, I felt I had the right to do whatever I wanted because I was legally an adult. I became involved with a young man and when we dated and had sex, sometimes we would have protection and sometimes we did not. One of those times we did not use any. Events rolled out-of-control from there. I was still living at my parents’ house and going to college and working at a minimum wage job. I thought my mom would at least emotionally support me after the shock of telling her that I was pregnant, but that is not what happened. When I told her, she went white in the face and then bought a home pregnancy test, which turned out positive. After a few days later, I passed by the kitchen and she heard me. She then said, “I guess you will have to have an abortion.” My world totally collapsed. I really did not want to have an abortion. I went to her for alternative support and she failed me. If I had of had someone to go to…..another person with some emotional backbone to tell me that I could be pregnant, then I would have despite the pressure of family and the imagined shame while still going to church. I think that it was the church attitude that frightened her more than anything. Here I was a Christian and pregnant without a husband. She was shamed because of that. Therefore, I had to hide her shame. After she made her decision for me, I made all the preparations. Finding a clinic, making an appointment, and going to the clinic to have an abortion. That morning, I said to myself, “I am pregnant. Tonight you will not be anymore.” I felt very sad. I drove there and then proceeded to go through their process. Making sure I had adequate protection for birth control when I was finally out. Making sure I had adequate Valium for the procedure. “The procedure.” What a name? It is not so much of a procedure than it is a vacuum being shoved up into the womb and sucking everything out. AND IT HURTS!!!!!!!!! No amount of Valium could make up for that kind of pain! After the 30-second procedure was done, I vomited on the table. They then led me to the recovery room where the other women and young women were. Recovering from the pain. The cramping doesn’t stop after the machine has turned off. The cramping continues until it is dulled and then you may go home. The abortion not only took my baby’s life that day, it also took away my ability to have children ever again. I did not know that then. Many of my friends who have had abortions have had children, but on that day with me, there were problems. You see the machine that scraped out my uterus also scraped so much that it left heavy scar tissue. This is called Asherman’s Syndrome. When an egg is fertilized, it wants to be implanted within the uterine lining. Well, my uterine wall is too scarred up. I had a surgery done a while ago to confirm my suspicions of infertility. And that is what was diagnosed. Not only did I lose a child but I also lost the chance of ever becoming a mother. Regret is an emotion I will have to live with for the rest of my life. I have had help. A group called Healing Encouragement for Abortion Related Trauma (HEART) has helped me with my emotional, spiritual and physical pain that I have had to come to terms with. This group is also called PACE (Post Abortion Counseling and Education). I encourage any of you that are pregnant, please stop and think. This is not a time to panic. You do have time. Find people to help you. They are out there. If you want to have a child like I wanted to have my child don’t let those negative influences get to you. Find a way to solve and not live a lifetime of regret. If you are a woman who has had an abortion I strongly encourage you to seek out post-abortion counseling. Even if you think that you are “fine”. Even if you have said to God, “Please forgive me.” and He has. Great. But remember this: forgiveness and healing are two separate words. Forgiveness is immediate but healing takes a lifetime. Thanks for reading this. With blessings and love on this journey we call “life” #pregnancy #unplannedpregnancy #abortion #abortionregret

Police Officer Irma Lozada was 25 years old when she was shot and killed in the line of duty — a brave New York City Transit cop. Today marks 42 years since that tragic day. We will #NeverForget.

In 24 hours, a gofundme set up for the Belleville police officer who was shot while providing security at a synagogue during Yom Kippur, has reached over $250K. But the most remarkable part? Over 2,400 people have made donations. Praying for a speedy and full recovery for Constable Jeff Smith. You are a hero. 🙏❤️ gofundme.com/f/const-jeff-sm…