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🚨BREAKING: Pastor Hills Emmanuel has been found dead in Plateau State, Nigeria. He was abducted Friday with Pastor Gabriel Joseph Dipak while traveling from Jos to Bokkos. Gunmen set a roadblock on the Barkin Ladi–Bokkos road — witnesses said less than a mile from military checkpoints. They pulled the two pastors from a minivan carrying nine people. Emmanuel’s body was found Saturday near the abduction site. He was a former Dunamis pastor and founder of The Wonderful Grace of God Evangelical Ministry in Bokkos. Dipak was still in captivity as of Saturday. The abductors had contacted his family. The same night, other attacks were reported across Plateau. At least four more people were killed in separate incidents in three local government areas. Mainstream media and celebrities won't say a thing about this. Keep praying for the persecuted church!

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Dear Secretary Kennedy, I am writing to inform you of what I have personally witnessed as a paramedic: young adults in their 20s suffering strokes, heart attacks, and aortic dissections that caused them to collapse and die at the ER entrance. The volume of damage I have seen following COVID-19 vaccination has been extensive. These injuries are not being properly documented. I have been laughed at by physicians after delivering young patients when I raised the possibility of vaccine injury upon learning they had recently received the COVID shots. The data remains skewed in favor of the pharmaceutical companies. The bias that was permitted and actively advanced by your predecessors is still present and continues to produce lasting harm in communities. My request is direct. Issue a comprehensive questionnaire to healthcare facilities requiring every physician, nurse, and medic to report the post-vaccination injuries and sudden deaths they have personally witnessed. In addition, establish clear documentation standards going forward that record COVID-19 vaccination status so outcomes can be evaluated against actual exposure rather than remaining in permanent speculation. Most Americans know someone who believes they were harmed by this product. It is time the record is settled for those living now and for the generations that follow. Thank you for your attention to this matter. Sincerely, Harry Fisher Paramedic God bless

I got in the car at the airport and the seat was laid flat so that I was not visible. The driver changed into the uniform of a police officer hoping we’d be waved through military checkpoints. Then we hit the open roads to drive some 6- hours north — on African roads. The open country is where the real danger lurks. Fulani herdsmen or Boko Haram, both Muslim terrorist groups, are known to throw obstacles out into your path — burning tires, spike strips, anything. When you brake hard and hit reverse, another group, armed with AK47s, comes out of hiding and throws obstacles behind you. If you don’t stop, they will simply riddle the car with bullets. Unless you are very lucky, you are trapped. The goal is hostages, especially Christians and Westerners. They kidnap you and send your body parts bit by bloody bit to your family demanding payment for your release. The government and the UN are both corrupt and look the other way. We stop for gas. I’m noticed by children. Word spreads rapidly that a white man, seldom seen in the north, is in that car. Soon the car is mobbed by people pressing theirs noses to the windows to peer in. Some are shouting and knocking on the glass. Most of it is just curiosity and not malevolence. I get out and walk around. They press against me, and I push them off. Hard. You get used to it, but you must make them respect your space. (Muslims will do the same in Hyde Park. You’ll never see a knife coming if you allow that.) In those parts of the world that are dangerous for Americans, you must be wary of the children. Watch them. In South America, for instance, many are in the employ of the cartels. It’s no different in Africa or the Middle East. They are given cell phones, some money or candy or some other incentive, and told to report anything unusual. If you see one looking at you and reach for a cell phone, it should trigger alarms in your head. It’s time to move. Fast. We drive on past burning villages, through desert country, and finally to a compound where I am locked in from the outside. The windows are heavily barred. If there’s a fire, I cannot escape. Welcome to West Africa. The Christians who house me often do so at considerable risk. As an American, I’m deemed to be valuable if kidnapped. They would likely be killed. They are courageous, extraordinary people. They tell me stories of family members murdered: boys and men shot or killed with machetes; women raped and mutilated, and girls taken into sex slavery. This is daily life for them and has been since ~2000, and intensifying in 2012 and after. Yet many are joyful, warm, good humored, and hopeful. They want to know how many are with me and if America is going to send them help. It pains me to say that I am alone and probably not. They look downcast, but quickly cheer up and move to other topics. I speak in their churches on apologetics, but the apologetics they need is of the physical type. I preach in the cathedral on hope. Muslims gather round the church and stare through the windows to intimidate. The cathedral had once been bombed. We press on and sing in defiance. When I am finished many are emotional, thankful, as if I had preached the most wonderful sermon. I had not. It was hot, stuff, the sound was poor, and the distractions many. But that was beside the point for them. My simply being there, risking something on their behalf, that’s what mattered more than any words. Pray for these people who suffer under the sword of Islam.

Larry Alex Taunton @LarryTaunton

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In Plateau State, Nigeria, to speak to and encourage the beautiful Christians there who suffer under the sword of Islam. They had to hide me in cars and homes. The sheer scale of the terror beggars belief. Can you spot me?

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A procedure for people with clots had an immense peak. Here are the numbers. Can’t hide the facts… Venous thrombectomy absolute numbers: rose from 8,086 beneficiaries in 2017 to a peak of 19,156 in 2022. Strange huh? God bless

URGENT: mRNA shots are now slaughtering livestock at terrifying speed. 5th-generation rancher, Braden Jensen, reveals what happened after 525 hogs received a live mRNA vaccine: In only 21 days: - 25 dropped dead - 55 became emaciated and clinging to life - 20 went lame - 12 completely wasted away - 25 more showed critical, life-threatening decline This is the exact same spike protein technology forced on humans — same rapid destruction, same catastrophic outcomes, same “safe and effective” claims. Our food supply is being turned into an experiment. Animals are dying from the identical mechanism linked to human injuries and deaths. This needs to end now.

@MISenate @SenLindsey Greed.

I wrote Secretary Hegseth about military vaccine requirements. Undersecretary Tata replied: mRNA flu shots are not authorized for the military, and flu shots are optional, except for basic training and deployments. If new recruits and people heading overseas still have to take them or get out, it’s still a mandate. They just stopped calling it one. I’m a paramedic. I’ve seen the damage. Everything should be fully optional. No exceptions. Watch the full explanation below. Keep pushing. Stay as kind as you can while you do it. This is life and death. God bless

To the Department of War, and everyone following the open communication today, Oct 13 2026 I wrote to Secretary Hegseth about the vaccine requirements still hitting service members. General Flynn saw it and said he’d assist in reaching the Secretary. A few hours later the Under Secretary posted the official word: “The mRNA flu vaccine is not authorized for any Department of War or military use, including TRICARE. The regular flu shot is optional for service members except where a Military Department has asked for an exception, like basic training or operational deployments.” I appreciate the reply and the memos being posted. I’m thankful that mRNA flu vaccines are not being utilized. Thank you. That said, my request is still the same. Please give us a clear, standing exemption that works at entry, including basic training, and when people are deploying. If a vaccine is still required in those places with no real way out, it’s a mandate. Those are the times service members have the least ability to say no. They shouldn’t be forced into medical products that come with liability shields. Close that gap so the policy actually respects religious freedom and body autonomy for every service member. Respectfully, Harry Fisher Paramedic God bless

@MidwesternDoc Hard story to tell, harder reality to live. I pray the close minded beaurocrats wake up and stop mandating vaccines on babies and children!

@harryfisherEMTP There are real people ( like me) out here who deeply appreciate your voice. Keep speaking truth!

The inevitable conclusion of the leftist lack of definition If Ketanji Brown Jackson cannot define the word, how can she be the first one of color on the court? Asking for a friend

@MrPitbull07 No one should have to find out they have cancer through a portal! Regardless of the severity, this is news that should be discussed face to face with the patient. Technology has caused us to lose our humanity.

Telling an eighty-year-old woman to "check the portal" for serious biopsy results is cruelty disguised as digital efficiency. My 82-year-old aunt had a lung biopsy done two weeks ago. The doctor told her they’d have the pathology report ready within five business days. Friday afternoon rolled around. No call. She dialed the clinic’s main desk, her voice shaking with anxiety. The receptionist cut her off before she could finish explaining: “Doctor doesn’t give results over the phone anymore. All lab findings are automatically released to your MyChart patient portal.” My aunt said, “Sweetheart, I don’t have a computer. I have a landline on my kitchen wall. Can the doctor just tell me if I have cancer?” The receptionist sighed into the receiver: “It’s hospital network policy. We can’t bypass the portal. You’ll have to have a family member create an account and view the file.” My aunt spent an entire seventy-two-hour weekend sitting in her recliner, gripping her reading glasses, convinced she was dying. I drove out to her house on Monday morning, set up a profile on my laptop, and pulled up the records. The result was benign. The pathology report had been uploaded four days earlier. A doctor spent three minutes clicking an upload button, and an elderly woman endured four days of sheer psychological terror because the hospital decided a phone call was too expensive. Since when did delivering medical news become a self-service task?

True Story: In the cold dawn of 1950s Detroit, a young mother named Sonya walked out into the winter air long before the streetlights clicked off. She was twenty-four years old, alone, and raising two young boys in a tenement neighborhood where sirens were the only constant sound. She had a third-grade education. She possessed no wealth, no pedigree, and no connections. Well-meaning social workers urged her to sign up for public assistance. They pointed out the bleak statistics and insisted that a destitute single mother in the inner city had every justification to rely on government checks. Sonya flatly refused. She held a fierce faith in God, an unyielding belief in human dignity, and a conviction that accepting dependency would quietly teach her sons that their futures lay in someone else's hands. She went to work instead. She scrubbed floors on her knees, ironed laundry, cleaned houses for wealthy families, and took care of other people's children. She worked two, sometimes three jobs a day, leaving home before sunrise and returning long after dark with swollen feet and aching hands. Her youngest son, Bennie, was falling apart in school. His fifth-grade classmates called him the dumbest boy in the room, and the shame curdled into a violent temper. He believed the world had already written him off. Sonya came home one evening, exhausted to her bones, and made a choice that altered the course of American history. She shut off the television set, permitting her boys only two programs a week. In exchange, she laid down a non-negotiable command: both boys had to walk to the local public library, check out two books every week, read them cover to cover, and hand in written book reports to her every Sunday evening. The boys complained fiercely, convinced their mother was being unreasonably harsh. Every Sunday night, Bennie and his older brother Curtis sat at the cracked kitchen table and pushed their handwritten pages across the laminate. Sonya would sit under the yellow overhead bulb in her domestic uniform, adjust her eyeglasses, and slowly drag a red pen across their papers. She underlined sentences, nodded with solemn approval, and handed the reports back. The boys had no idea that their mother could barely read. Having left school in the third grade, Sonya could decipher only a handful of basic words. She could not read the sentences her children had written. She was bluffing. Week after week, she sat in the quiet of that kitchen, dragging red ink across pages of text she could not comprehend, because she understood that if her sons believed she expected greatness from them, they would rise to meet that expectation. She carried the private humiliation of her own illiteracy in complete silence so her sons would never inherit it. Bennie began reading about rocks, biology, and chemistry. Within eighteen months, the boy sitting at the bottom of the classroom rose to the very top. The anger inside him dissolved, replaced by a quiet reverence for learning and a relentless drive to master his mind. Decades later, inside a sterile operating theater at Johns Hopkins Hospital, a seventy-person medical team stood motionless around five-month-old infant twins conjoined at the back of the skull. It was an operation no surgical team in history had ever successfully completed, where the margin between survival and death was measured in fractions of a millimeter. Every eye in the room was fixed on the chief of pediatric neurosurgery, Dr. Ben Carson. His hands were completely steady. Those hands, guiding steel through the microscopic vessels of the human brain to save two young lives, were forged at a chipped kitchen table in Detroit. A mother scrubbed floors on her knees so her son could stand tall in the most prestigious operating rooms on earth. The true miracle of America belongs to the quiet heroes whose names are rarely carved into monuments: the mothers and fathers who ask for nothing, accept zero excuses, and spend their entire lives sacrificing so their children can live in dignity, faith, and honor.

A lifelong Democrat mom says her son was at the Jewish synagogue when a Muslim terrorist tried to kill the kids there. Abdul El Sayed responded to the terror attack by saying “hurt people hurt people.” Mom says she’s voting now for Mike Rogers. Great ad.

And now you understand why people have “gluten intolerance” and why the average age of cancer diagnosis has plummeted.

@harryfisherEMTP Well reasoned, and well said... Thank you!

Mr. President, You signed the order. Thank you. That was the right move, but It is not enough. Executive Order 14420 tells states to honor religious and medical exemptions and points the Attorney General at the ones that will not. School rules are still state law. The order creates no right a parent or a student can enforce. A new administration can pull it. A court can narrow it. Hospitals and nursing programs are already walking around it. I am a paramedic. I worked through COVID. I watched agencies beg for staff while turning away medics who refused the shot. I was laid off, then rejected, while response times blew out. People died from delays. I was offered good money to give those shots. I would not. I have seen what comes after. Miscarriages. Strokes, heart problems in people who had no business having them. Young cardiac arrests. Turbo Cancers. Most of us who refuse now were not born refusing. We watched it, or it hit our own house, and that harm changed our minds. Religious exemption is the wrong door. It makes a man dress a risk decision up as theology so a school board can grade his faith. A simple “no” should be enough. In a free country you do not have to cite a verse to keep a needle out of your arm or your child’s. The loophole that is gutting the field is the clinical site. Nursing and medical programs tell students the hospital demands the shots, and you cannot graduate without the rotation. The school blames the hospital. The hospital blames policy. The student either takes what they do not want or leaves a job we cannot fill. That is not medicine. That is a woke science filter. If this order is the line, put it in statute. Vaccination status cannot decide school enrollment, program admission, clinical placement, graduation, licensure, or employment. Hospitals that take federal money, or take students, do not get to require a shot that was refused. No essay. No sincerity test. Refusal is the exemption. Leave the product on the shelf for anyone who wants it. Stop barring the people who do not. Argument has not moved the other side. Injury has. We should not need more injuries to write this down. Access stays open. Force ends. Harry Fisher Paramedic God bless

3 days till debate day. 3 questions for Jocelyn Benson: 1. Why won’t she repeal the State Gas Tax? 2. How much did she profit off the Saline Twp. Data Center? 3. Why did she lie about taking DTE money? Let me know, Jocelyn! 📺 Learn more about my plan for Michigan's future and watch live: Tuesday October 6th at 7PM on WOODTV.com.