“Liberals take positions that make them look good and feel good — and show very little interest in the actual consequences for others, even when liberal policies are leaving havoc in their wake.” — Thomas Sowell

If you want to understand why the useful idiots in the West support Islam, watch this scene from an HBO series. A young woman, vacationing in Hawaii as the guest of a wealthy white family, watches native Hawaiians perform a traditional dance for tourists at the resort. She is visibly uncomfortable, not because the tourists have mistreated anyone, but because she believes she is witnessing an imbalance of historical power. In an effort to “make things right,” she encourages one of the Hawaiian men to steal a $75,000 bracelet from a white guest. He refuses, explaining that he is not a thief. But she persists: “They stole Hawaii from you.” In this moral framework, right and wrong are no longer determined by what a person does. They are determined by which group the person belongs to and which group has been assigned the role of historical victim. This is precisely the lens through which Islam is now viewed by the left. It is not that the useful idiots have never heard of jihad, apostasy laws, blasphemy laws, religious supremacy, or the subordination of women. It is that these facts are morally irrelevant. Islam has been assigned the role of the wounded, colonized, non-Western religion. Christianity, Judaism, and the West have been assigned the role of the powerful. Islam is no longer judged by the same moral standards applied to everyone else. Practices that would be condemned instantly if defended by a Christian church, a Western government, or a conservative political movement are rationalized when they appear under the banner of Islam. Criticism becomes “Islamophobia.” Examination becomes “bigotry.” The ideology is protected because its adherents have been placed within a favored political category. The Hawaiian man in the HBO scene, the man who refuses to steal, is the person holding the moral high ground. He refuses to let historical grievance excuse personal wrongdoing. But under the new moral code, his integrity becomes a problem. He refuses to perform the role assigned to him. He rejects the idea that victimhood gives him permission to violate another person. That is why the useful idiots hate Israel, Jews who refused to remain victims, and hate the UAE, Muslims who rejected the false narratives of victimhood.

He was burning alive, yet he kept re-entering the burning Bradley Fighting Vehicle until all six soldiers and the Iraqi interpreter were safe. Burns covered 72% of his body. His first words were, ‘How are my boys?’ He died three weeks later. It took 16 years for him to receive the Medal of Honor. HIS NAME IS SERGEANT FIRST CLASS ALWYN C. CASHE, NEVER FORGET!!!

Incredible. Conor McGregor reveals that if he were anonymous, he’d spend his time in church worshiping God. “I’d get on my knees and praise the Lord. He has given me it all.” Jesus is Lord. ✝️

Laotian national Tou Lue Vang was convicted of sexually abusing a 10-year-old girl in Minnesota.  He was set to be deported until @GovTimWalz issued him a pardon. Then, I revoked his legal status. @ICEgov has removed him from the U.S. and he will never endanger another American.

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America saved my life. I started out in an orphanage in Poland with the odds stacked against me. Then, by the grace of God, two Polish American parents crossed an ocean, walked into that place, and chose me. They did not have to. They did it anyway. They brought me back to the greatest country God ever allowed men to build. Nobody in America owed me a thing. This country and its people looked at a kid with nothing and decided I was worth it anyway. That is what America does. It bets on men who have nothing but a will to prove themselves. 250 years ago a group of men put their names on a piece of paper and staked their lives, their fortunes, and their honor on one idea. That a man is not chained to his blood or his birthplace. That freedom is his by right, not by permission. Every enemy of that idea has bet against America since. Every one of them has lost. I am proof those men were right. A boy pulled out of an orphanage, with an accent, no connections, and something to prove, built a real life here. My parents gave me the chance. This country gave me the room to run with it. And every man along the way who shook my hand, held a door, or told me to keep grinding was carrying that same torch, whether he knew it or not. They keep saying this country is broken. I have seen enough of the world to know exactly what it gave me. It gave me a family. It gave me the right to dream and the freedom to chase it. No other nation on earth does that the way America does. Happy 250th. God bless my parents, and God bless this country. I will love her until the day I die.

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🚨 JUST IN: President Trump personally supports retired US Marine James Capers Jr., 88, and awards him the MEDAL OF HONOR Incredible moment ❤️🇺🇸

Today on June 18, President Trump will award the Medal of Honor to retired Recon Marine Major James Capers Jr. for his heroism during a 1967 ambush in Vietnam. Major Capers was shot twice and suffered 17 shrapnel wounds and other injuries during the April 1967 ambush. Not only did Capers lead his team to safety, but he twice tried to get out of the helicopter carrying the rest of his teammates so that it would be light enough to take off, and had to be pulled back inside by his men. Major Capers is the first Black Marine to lead a reconnaissance company and to receive a battlefield commission. The 1967 ambush began when hidden explosives detonated. Capers suffered shrapnel wounds to his abdomen and other parts of his body and a broken leg. Despite his wounds, he ordered a mortar strike on the team’s position to keep the enemy at bay. Then, even after losing a significant amount of blood and being administered morphine, he led his team to a helicopter landing zone. When a helicopter landed, Capers refused to get on board unless the crew took the body of the team’s military working dog. Capers was originally awarded the Bronze Star with “V” device for his heroism, which was upgraded to the Silver Star in 2010.

There are moments when I sit with God and realize I don’t even have the words anymore. No clear sentences. No perfect prayers. Just a tired heart that still turns toward Him. I used to think I needed to say everything the right way. That I had to explain it all, organize it all, make sense of what I was feeling before I brought it to Him. But I am learning He already understands. He sees the weight I carry before I speak it. He knows the thoughts that keep me awake. He feels the quiet ache I try to hide behind strength. And still, He welcomes me. Not with expectation, but with compassion. So I come as I am. With the worries I cannot fix. With the questions that keep circling. With the heaviness I am tired of holding. And I place it all in His hands again. Not because I suddenly feel strong, but because I know He is. I am learning that surrender is not losing control. It is finally releasing what was never mine to carry alone. And when I let go, even a little, something shifts. My breathing slows. My thoughts quiet. My heart softens in His presence. Because He is not overwhelmed by what overwhelms me. He is steady. He is near. He is already holding what I keep trying to pick back up. So tonight, I am choosing to trust Him again. With the fear. With the unknown. With every part of me that feels worn. I may not have the words. But I have Him. And that is enough.

To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ. I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones. I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them. One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.” It knocked me back. I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?” I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running. That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there. I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there. I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace. People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version. I'll tell you why. Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him. I'm here to tell him: that's a lie. In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after. The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are. You just have to stop running.

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James Abell, far right, did the single bravest thing I ever saw someone do in combat. We were ambushed from both sides of the road and above us near the Balad Market in March 2006. During the ambush SPC Bradley Hayes was shot in the head through the door of his vehicle - after which his vehicle left the road and crashed into the patio of a nearby house. Hayes was driving the vehicle behind mine and when I heard his vehicle mate screaming in the radio that he’d been hit, I went back for him. As I was getting out of my vehicle I told my gunner “Cover me. I’m going for him.” Abell, who was sitting behind me because the night before his vehicle had been destroyed when an IED went off between us, said “Sir, do you want me to go with you.” My initial thought was no. I was the leader and it was my responsibility. I didn’t want to put him in any more danger than he was already in. But after a moment, knowing I would likely need some help, I said “Yes. Grab the aid & litter bag.” I meant combat lifesaver bag, which was immediately behind Abell’s head inside the vehicle, but I said aid & litter bag. I took off for Hayes and Abell climbed up on the back of our vehicle, completely exposing himself in the midst of the ambush, pulled out his pocket knife, cut off the litter, and brought it to me & Hayes. He did it because his Captain told him to. In the years that have followed that night I have come to realize he did it for me. He did it because I told him to. He trusted me. Trying to live a life worthy of that everyday is a helluva thing. Abell died in a car accident four years later. I’ll never forget the phone call from our 1SG telling me the news. I cried like a baby. I still think of Abell everyday…I really do. I still try to live a life worthy of who believed I was…I really do. I’ve been a soldier for 32 years and without question the people are the best part. Along the way you get to serve with the James Abell’s of the world… and life doesn’t get any better than that. Have a meaningful weekend.

On this day 13 years ago, my only son was sworn in to the US Army. In ten days, it will be 12 years since he was killed in Afghanistan 2 weeks before he was due to come home. He was just 21. This week is also Memorial Day. My greatest fear now is that he will be forgotten. Please help me remember my boy during this tough week of special dates (share if you feel inspired. It never gets easier but the love and support always helps. ♥️🇺🇸 Jacob H Wykstra KIA May 28th, 2014 Maruf, Afghanistan Jake was a Christian, an athlete, a patriot, an artist, dog lover, a friend to all and the funniest, happiest guy in the platoon. Jake, you’ve left a huge void in our lives, but we will see you one day and there will no more heartache and no more goodbyes ♥️🇺🇸

🚨 OLYMPIAN RYAN LOCHTE: "We started watching these people getting baptized, and something came into me, something so pure." "I'm going to start crying. It felt so real watching these people get baptized." "And I asked [my girlfriend], 'What is this?'" She said, "They're washing away their sins. They're getting a fresh start publicly." "And I was like, 'Honey, I want that.'" "And so, I got baptized. I washed away my sins, and trust me, I had a lot!" "... To put your life in front of God and give it to God has changed everything for me." "I'm finding who I am." "I am being a better father, a better person, and I just love the person that I've become now, and I owe it to God." @SatAmericaFNC @FoxNews ⬇️

Food for thought. Trump, Hormuz and the End of the Free Ride For half a century, Western strategists have known that the Strait of Hormuz is the acute point where energy, sea power and political will intersect. That knowledge is not in dispute. What is new in this war with Iran is that the United States, under Donald Trump, has chosen not to rush to “solve” the problem. In Hegelian terms, he is refusing an easy synthesis in order to force the underlying contradiction to the surface. The old thesis was simple: the US guarantees open sea lanes in the Gulf, and everyone else structures their economies and politics around that free insurance. Europe and the UK embraced ambitious green policies, ran down hard‑power capabilities and lectured Washington on multilateral virtue, secure in the assumption that American carriers would always appear off Hormuz. The political class behaved as if the American security guarantee were a law of nature, not a contingent choice. Their conduct today is closer to Chamberlain than Churchill: temporising, issuing statements, hoping the storm will pass without a fundamental reordering of their responsibilities. Trump’s antithesis is to withhold the automatic guarantee at the moment of maximum stress. Militarily, the US can break Iran’s residual ability to contest the Strait; that is not the binding constraint. The point is to delay that act. By allowing a closure or semi‑closure to bite, Trump ensures that the immediate pain is concentrated in exactly the jurisdictions that have most conspicuously free‑ridden on US power: the EU and the UK. Their industries, consumers and energy‑transition assumptions are exposed. In that context, his reported blunt message to European and British leaders, you need the oil out of the Strait more than we do; why don’t you go and take it? Is not a throwaway line. It is the verbalisation of the antithesis. It openly reverses the traditional presumption that America will carry the burden while its allies emote from the sidelines. In this dialectic, the prize is not simply the reopening of a chokepoint. The prize is a reordered system in which the United States effectively arbitrages and controls the global flow of oil. A world in which US‑aligned production in the Americas plus a discretionary capability to secure,or not secure, Hormuz places Washington at the centre of the hydrocarbon chessboard. For that strategic end, a rapid restoration of the old status quo would be counterproductive. A quick, surgical “fix” of Hormuz would short‑circuit the dialectic. If Trump rapidly crushed Iran’s remaining coastal capabilities, swept the mines and escorted tankers back through the Strait, Europe and the UK would heave a sigh of relief and return to business as usual: underfunded militaries, maximalist green posturing and performative disdain for US power, all underwritten by that same power. The contradiction between their dependence and their posture would remain latent. By declining to supply the synthesis on demand, and by explicitly telling London and Brussels to “go and take it” themselves, Trump forces a reckoning. European and British leaders must confront the fact that their energy systems, their industrial bases and their geopolitical sermons all rest on an American hard‑power foundation they neither finance nor politically respect. The longer the contradiction is allowed to unfold, the stronger the eventual synthesis can be: a new order in which access to secure flows, Hormuz, Venezuela and beyond, is explicitly conditional on real contributions, not assumed as a right. In that sense, the delay in “taking” the Strait, and the challenge issued to US allies to do it themselves, is not indecision. It is the negative moment Hegel insisted was necessary for history to move. Only by withholding the old guarantee, and by saying so out loud to those who depended on it, can Trump hope to end the free ride.

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