September 23, 1806. Lewis and Clark returned to St. Louis, completing one of the greatest journeys of exploration in American history after more than two years in the wilderness. They had set out to explore the vast, unknown territory that had just doubled the size of the country, pushing thousands of miles up rivers, over the towering Rocky Mountains, and all the way to the Pacific Ocean. Along the way they faced starvation, brutal weather, and the constant unknown, guided in part by a young Native woman named Sacagawea. For so long, and with no word from them, many people back home had assumed they were dead, lost forever in the wilds of the West. Then, on this day, they came paddling back into St. Louis, alive, to the astonishment and joy of the townspeople. They brought with them a treasure of maps, scientific discoveries, and knowledge about the land, its rivers, its wildlife, and its peoples. Their epic journey, which reshaped America's understanding of itself, was completed on this day.

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While returning home from the La Crosse County Lincoln Day Dinner tonight, the plane I was traveling in lost power as we approached the Wausau Downtown Airport. The pilot made an emergency water landing in Lake Wausau. After landing, we called 911. As the plane began to submerge, we exited the aircraft and swam to a shallow area, where we waited until emergency responders reached us by boat. I want to express my deepest gratitude to the pilot, the Wausau Fire Department, and all of the first responders who came to our aid so quickly. They got us safely off the water and transported us to Aspirus Wausau Hospital, where we received excellent care. Thankfully, both the pilot and I sustained only minor injuries. God was watching over us tonight, and I am incredibly grateful to be here in the hospital with my wife, Chris, by my side. An experience like this reminds you just how precious life is.

Got a response from one of the fathers. He told me that his daughter has been completely cut off financially and he's very sorry for her behavior and that he loved Charlie Kirk and seeing his own daughter celebrate was rough to see. He asked to remain private so I'm going to respect his wishes. But just know that there are consequences for these people even if they are students.

Meet Sara Larsen. Sara thought it was funny to bake a cake and show up to a Charlie Kirk memorial celebrating his murder. Sara's father is Loren Larsen who is the CEO of Videra Health in Salt Lake City.

So here we go. My 9/11 post. I'm posting a little early to try to prepare. I am going to TRY to get through this on-air at the top of my show tomorrow (9/11) at 9:07am central. But I have a hard time even reading it silently. I have failed every other attempt to tell this story live. I am the "mean, hardcore right wing battle ax" of the radio, after all. Even my own "people" think this. No one wants to hear me be emotional. But on the 25th anniversary of the murder of 2977 Americans, I'll effort through it. Emotions or not. Here is a preview. And no, AI didn't write this. I wrote this. Years ago. I updated it for the 25th anniversary. I am a good writer. Please read this. Not that anyone will, because I am buried by the algorithm. But here it is, anyway. "On the 5th anniversary of the 9/11 attack, I had the privilege of being able to broadcast from Ground Zero. While in NYC, I met up with a friend and regular contributor to my show who was a former INS agent and a native New Yorker. He introduced me to a friend of his, a retired NYPD officer who lost his son-in-law in the South Tower collapse. Twenty years later, I have forgotten this man's name. I hate myself for that. We were all just strolling around the near-Ground Zero area for a time following my broadcast, talking about the day. The retired officer was telling us about how hard things were since his family’s life changed in an instant on 9/11/2001. All I could do was listen in sad silence to his story. Abruptly, this man stopped walking—and looked right into my eyes. I think he was judging whether he could take a chance on me. He then offered to show me a special place—a place for 9/11 families-only. Not a “club” anyone wanted to be in. He led us to a nondescript office building—and took us to an elevator that led to a higher floor. He then led us to a nondescript office door—and opened it. Inside was a room about the size of a two-car garage. On every inch of wall space, on every surface available, were pictures and notes and messages and cards and personal items left by family members of those murdered on 9/11. Sticky notes, cross-stitch pictures, hand-colored cards, elaborate scrapbook pages, scribbled letters on torn-out spiral notebook paper, wedding albums, yearbooks...even a guitar. I started to read these messages. I remember a letter left with the guitar. It was written by a man whose best friend died that day. He wrote about how much fun they had together and how much he missed his friend. I leafed through a wedding album—with sticky notes on some pictures inside, detailing the love and loss that a woman felt at having her husband taken from her. The most vivid memory I have is of a letter written in colored marker on yellow-colored construction paper. It was a letter from a little girl to her mom. The little girl detailed, in her neat block print, all the things she had done since her mother was stolen from her. She talked about her mom missing a dance performance at school and how proud her mom would have been. She wrote about getting better at soccer. She wrote about her dog. She wrote about missing her mom on her birthday. What I saw was so profoundly personal and beautiful that it overwhelmed me. To be there in that room—a room created by the agony of profound grief itself—was so viscerally human, it was almost sublime. To spend any time there was to realize it was even more than that: it was holy. This room was never meant to be public. It was only ever occupied by the people who lost their families or friends. That room is gone now, dismantled and deconstructed. Too much time has passed, I suppose, for the public still to grieve along with the ones who loved the dead. The personal items have been returned to their owners. The things not claimed were turned into a professional museum exhibit. That room, forged in love and death, wasn’t a pretty museum exhibit. It was a way to avoid the inevitable voyeurism that emerges after catastrophe. It was a place of sadness, of solace. It was a place to remember. The little time I spent with those special memories of people I never met made 9/11 personal to me, if only by proxy. I was never supposed to be there. That I was granted the privilege of entering that shrine, I am forever grateful. It changed my heart. In the darkness of their mourning that day, I decided it was time to go looking for God again. Today, watching the disunity in our nation now makes me profoundly sad. The sheer hate some of us have for each other is something I would have never predicted 25 years ago. I would like to say we're better than this. We certainly were on 9/11. The families of the dead—the ones who left pieces of their hearts in that little room deserve us to be that way again. It's why we say "Never Forget." Don’t let it become a mere bumper sticker. "

A few photos of my backyard green angels fueling up for the long trip home ….

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Jesus Christ is my LORD and Savior! Who else is NOT ashamed to proclaim Jesus Christ as their LORD and Savior?

Oil will go under $50. Gas prices will crater to $2/gallon. Inflation will plummet. Stocks will go parabolic. Job market will shock everyone. AI bubble never pops. All before midterms. The golden age is here folks. Get your seatbelt in and enjoy the ride. Red wave incoming.

Jesus walked here . This Olive tree here witnessed everything that happened that very night. This is Gethsemane.

My hands are taking a quick rest from one of my biggest murals to date at Majors Enterprises Inc. in Monroe, Ohio! So grateful to Michael Majors for trusting me with his grain bin and bringing this project to life. And a huge thank you to Josh Curington for putting so much time and effort into this killer video! I hope this mural brings lots of smiles to everyone who sees it! ❤️

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TODAY IN SPORTS HISTORY: 107 years ago today, a 21 year old shipping clerk talked his boss into giving him $500 for football uniforms. That meat company went out of business two years later. Its name is still on the field every Sunday. August 11, 1919. Green Bay, Wisconsin. Population around 15,000. A group of local athletes crowd into the editorial room of the Green Bay Press-Gazette. Most of them are former high school players from Green Bay East and West. Two men called the meeting. Earl "Curly" Lambeau was 21. He'd been a standout at Green Bay East, then went to Notre Dame and made Knute Rockne's varsity team as a freshman, before a brutal case of tonsillitis ended it and sent him home. He needed a job, so he took one as a shipping clerk at the Indian Packing Company, a canned meat outfit. But he still wanted to play football. The other man was George Whitney Calhoun, the city editor at the Press-Gazette. A newspaperman who could put anything he wanted in front of the entire town. They'd been talking about it all summer. Calhoun started running ads in his own paper inviting players to show up. Then Lambeau went to his boss and asked for money. The Indian Packing Company gave him $500 for uniforms and equipment, plus use of the company athletic field. There was one condition. The team had to carry the company's name. Two days later, the Press-Gazette referred to them in print as the Packers for the first time. That's it. That's the whole origin. A canned meat sponsorship agreement. They played home games at Hagemeister Park, which had no real seating. Fans stood along the sidelines and passed a hat around to pay the players. They went 10-1 that first season. In 1921 they joined the league that would become the NFL. They immediately went broke and forfeited the franchise, and Lambeau had to scramble to find new backers to get it back. Meanwhile the Indian Packing Company was already gone. Sold to Acme Packing, and out of existence by 1921. The sponsor lasted about two years. The name has lasted 107. And the rest of it is the most improbable story in American sports. Green Bay is the smallest market in the entire NFL, by an enormous margin, in a league where every other small market team folded or moved decades ago. The Duluth Eskimos. The Pottsville Maroons. The Canton Bulldogs. All gone. The Packers survived because in 1923 they did something no other team has ever done. They sold shares to the public and became a community owned, non profit corporation. No billionaire owner. No threat to relocate. The fans literally own the team. That's why they're still there. Thirteen NFL championships, more than any franchise in history. Four Super Bowls. Curly Lambeau won six titles as coach before he resigned in 1949, and the stadium carries his name. Vince Lombardi won five in seven years, and the Super Bowl trophy carries his. Don Hutson. Bart Starr. Reggie White. Brett Favre. Aaron Rodgers. All of it traces back to a 21 year old with tonsillitis asking a meatpacking plant for uniform money on this day in 1919. The oldest team name still in use in the NFL belongs to a company that has not existed since Woodrow Wilson was president. For more stories like this, follow us on any platform @thesportsontap