Julie Stanley @nanstan25

Cut him off, Mr President Ice him

Rapid Response 47 @RapidResponse47

2 days ago

.@POTUS: We told Zelensky, 'You can do whatever you want to Russia, but don't hit the refineries because that's a world problem.' And what does he do? He goes and hits the diesel fuel. He better damn well stop.

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“This is one of the great heartbreaks in my life.” Peter Navarro says he had 65 million hydroxychloroquine tablets ready for distribution during COVID before opposition from Dr. Fauci and the FDA brought his efforts to a halt. He believes President Trump was headed for a landslide reelection before COVID, and that Dr. Fauci and major media outlets helped turn the pandemic into a political battle against him. “I literally had 65 million tablets of hydroxychloroquine that I was in the process of moving into the distribution channels.” “Those things were on the way when the hydroxy hysteria motivated by Dr. Fauci and implemented by the FDA hit and ground that to a halt.” “In his diary he says, ‘Use hydroxy. It’s safe. It’s worth trying it.’” “Prior to the pandemic hitting, President Trump was a shoo-in for a landslide victory.” “I think once the pandemic hit, the left realized, particularly the media, the CNNs, the MSNBCs, and all of that, they saw a vulnerability to blame Trump for the pandemic.” @RealPNavarro

Oct 7, 1763: King George III drew a line down the spine of the Appalachian Mountains and told American colonists they couldn't cross it. Britain had just won the French and Indian War and taken control of everything east of the Mississippi. That spring, Native nations led by the Ottawa war chief Pontiac rose up across the Great Lakes and Ohio Valley and captured or attacked British forts all over the frontier. London wanted to stop the bloodshed and avoid paying for endless Indian wars. So the Proclamation of 1763 reserved all the land west of the mountains for Native peoples. Colonists already living out there were told to leave. Nobody could buy Native land except through the Crown. The colonists were furious. Many of them had fought in the war specifically to open up that land. Veterans had been promised land grants out there. Speculators had already staked claims. One of those speculators was George Washington, who privately called the proclamation a temporary measure and kept quietly surveying western land anyway. Thousands of settlers ignored it and crossed the mountains regardless. The line never really held. But it was one of the first times Americans felt London was deciding their future without them, and that feeling kept growing for the next 13 years.

Thanks to Stephens family philanthropy, the Arkansas Museum of Fine Arts reopened in 2023 after a full renovation and expansion in MacArthur Park, with a bigger gallery and free admission every day. The collection goes back to 1937, and the place now holds art, classes, and a theater under one roof. #250ReasonsAR #Arkansas250 #America250 🇺🇸

I see a lot of Democrats are VERY angry about the public execution of a convicted terrorist and murderer. If you are one of those Democrats, I think I know how to change your mind. Just pretend he’s a popular Christian activist who debated college kids. You loved that execution.

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.

Oct 8, 1777. Saratoga, New York. The British bury one of their best generals at sunset while American cannonballs land around the grave. Then the Americans figure out what they're shooting at. The day before, at Bemis Heights, Brig. Gen. Simon Fraser had been shot through the stomach while rallying his men. He was carried back to a small farmhouse behind the British lines. It happened to be where Baroness Frederika von Riedesel, wife of the German commander, was staying with her three little girls. She'd been setting the table for a dinner party that afternoon. Fraser was supposed to be one of the guests. Instead they brought him in on a stretcher and laid him on the dinner table. She sat up with him through the night. She later wrote that she could hear him in the next room, and that he kept saying, "Oh, fatal ambition! Poor General Burgoyne!" and asking about his wife. He died the next morning, Oct 8. He'd asked to be buried at 6:00 in the evening in the Great Redoubt, a fortification on a hill overlooking the Hudson. Burgoyne honored it, even though his army was falling apart. That evening a small party of officers carried Fraser's body up the hill, with the chaplain leading the service and Burgoyne and the other generals walking behind. The Americans saw a group of British officers moving across an exposed hill and opened up with artillery. Cannonballs kicked dirt over the mourners. The chaplain kept reading. The baroness, watching from below, wrote that she could see shots landing right around them. Then the American gunners realized it was a funeral. They stopped firing. According to Burgoyne, a single American gun began firing at regular intervals, a minute gun, the old military salute to a fallen officer. The enemy was honoring their dead general. Burgoyne later described the scene in Parliament as one of the most moving things he'd ever witnessed. That same night, in pouring rain, the British army began its retreat north, leaving behind about 500 sick and wounded men in their hospital with a note asking Gates to care for them. It was too late to escape. Nine days later Burgoyne surrendered.

The media are so pathetic. In the closing days of my campaign, I did a whirlwind trip to NYC so I could pop 7 national media hits and reach the biggest audience possible. CNN, Fox, ABC, NBC...then flew right back home. There were paps in the SECURE area of LAX filming me return. Not at baggage claim...IN THE TERMINAL. You have to be a ticketed passenger to be there. Not only did the media figure out what flight I was on, they bought a plane ticket & went through security just so they could get in the terminal to get a shot of me returning from my totally not secret press blitz. I had that weird freak Noah Goldberg at the El Segundo Times stalking and texting my parents, stalking the manager of my favorite Mexican restaurant asking what kind of tacos I like to order. They were breaking into my property in the Palisades, leaving notes on my airstream...I couldn't breathe without these people filming me. Where the fuck are those journalists with Talarico? Does this not reveal how corrupt and biased these people are that there's NOBODY. Not a single pap hunting down this story? Let's just pretend he actually does have the world's longest case of the flu...not a single journalist is working this story? It's just "oh well his awful advisors told us this, so it's true! Guess I'll just go home and do a report on a water-skiing squirrel!" You don't hate these people enough.

The Huddle @theDChuddle

3 days ago

.@danturrentine On Talarico's disappearing act: "His team watched this take off yesterday. You're in a close race. So whether its true or not; you would get out last night with something even if it's a photo. That makes me nervous."

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ChiCom telecom is taking over Africa. Trump administration is countering it.

John Rossomando ☦ @John_Rossomando

3 days ago

The U.S. faces an uphill battle in stemming the growth of #Chinese telecommunications infrastructure across #Africa, particularly in #Nigeria. The first #Trump administration and the #Biden administration pressed to restrict the use of Chinese vendors by U.S. diplomatic

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Ever wonder why conservative movements struggle to gain footing while DSA campaigns pop up overnight with millions in funding and expert-level PR? They have a global network of NGOs, tax loopholes, and rooms full of high-priced attorneys specifically designed to exploit our own legal system against us. Trust me, this is much bigger than just George Soros. They’ve built a massive, manufactured machine designed to make fringe extremism look like mainstream consensus. And tonight, I’m going to map out the entire dark money trail and hand you the tools so you can track it yourself.

Dear Matthew, I am so sorry. I tried. I really did. I have been telling your tragic story for 4.5 years to anyone who would listen. I helped write The Matthew Lawrence Perna Bill. But only a couple in Congress had the backbone to sponsor it. I have done COUNTLESS interviews, podcasts, spaces. I have been in 7 documentaries, that reached millions of people. I have met with many congress members in DC, MANY times at my own expense. I have done 4 press conferences in DC, in front of the capitol building. I even spoke at a Trump rally in front of 10k people. I met him twice, Matthew... I spoke to him at length, he knows your story. HE KNOWS. Despite everything, no one has been arrested for the treatment you and the other J6ers received. It was my goal to see accountability. That was the only reason I have put myself out there. I NEEDED TO SEE AT LEAST 1 ARREST. People were cruel to me for speaking out. Oh, the things they said to me! They attacked you, our family, my looks...you name it, I have heard it all. There are so many supporters for you. People who have never met you, love you like a son or a brother. I started a foundation in your name. We have raised and distributed thousands of dollars to causes that you believed in. We are doing something good, despite what happened to you. But, at the end of the day, no one has been held accountable. I am so sorry Matthew. I did everything within my power...but I failed.😢 I will probably write a book, and believe me MANY people are not going to like what I will say. I no longer care. We miss you so much Matty! We miss Larry and Roni too. Our family is not the same, and never will be. Love, Aunt Geri

My sources are telling me Talarico is in a mental health facility. His campaign has stopped actively planning events in the vital homestretch of the campaign. If this is true, this is actually a time to pray for Talarico. We should, of course, savagely mock his smug, awful campaign advisors, by all means...and while yes, of course, this would be disqualifying for Talarico's aspirations to be a Texas Senator, we must hold empathy for anyone undergoing crisis. Campaigns are brutal, and not everybody is cut out for it. You need very thick skin. As much as I don't want Talarico anywhere near government, I also don't want wish him harm, and no political office is worth having a breakdown. His awful advisors are at fault for this. They pushed him to be something he isn't, and it didn't work. I'm praying that this isn't true, and he's OK. You want to win these fights on the battlefield of ideas, not the minefield of poor health.

Spencer Pratt @spencerpratt

3 days ago

This isn’t a case of the “flu” with Talarico…this is a case of “one flew over the cuckoo’s nest”.

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She made up the story about what allegedly happened in the presidential vehicle on January 6 after conspiring with Liz Cheney to concoct the absurd account. She switched lawyers at Cheney’s behest then tried to destroy Stefan Passantino, who had represented her. Her “grabbed the steering wheel” fable was eventually debunked by everyone she claimed had been involved—but the damage was done as her bombshell testimony became the animating chapter of the Jan 6 Select Committee’s TV series. She lied under oath.

Laura Weiss @LauraEWeiss16

4 days ago

News: DOJ is seeking a federal criminal indictment of former WH aide Cassidy Hutchinson on charges of lying to Congress in her Jan. 6 testimony DOJ's Civil Rights Division brought evidence to a federal grand jury on Tuesday and is expected to present more evidence and additional

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108 years ago today, a red-headed farmer from Pall Mall, Tennessee did something in the Argonne Forest that still doesn't seem real. Alvin York grew up dirt poor, a hard drinker and brawler, until a religious conversion in his twenties changed his whole life. When the draft notice came in 1917, he asked to be exempted as a conscientious objector. His church opposed war and so did he. The Army said no. His battalion commander spent hours going through the Bible with him, trying to convince him that a man could fight and still be right with God. York went home on leave, prayed on it for two days on a mountainside, and came back ready. On the morning of October 8, 1918, York was one of 17 men sent to slip behind German lines and knock out machine guns near Chatel-Chehery, France. They surprised a group of Germans and captured them. Then the machine guns on the ridge above opened up. Six Americans were killed instantly and three more went down wounded, including the sergeant in charge. That left Cpl. York in command of seven men, most of them pinned flat guarding prisoners. So York went to work. Every time a German gunner raised his head to fire, York shot him. He'd been shooting turkeys in the Tennessee hills since he was a kid and he was not missing at that range. When six Germans charged him with bayonets, he drew his pistol and dropped all six, starting with the last man and working forward, so the ones in front wouldn't realize what was happening. A German officer, Lt. Paul Vollmer, emptied his pistol at York and missed every shot. Watching his men fall one after another, Vollmer finally called out in English and offered to surrender the whole position if York would stop shooting. York agreed. Then he used Vollmer to order other German positions to give up as they marched back through the woods. By the time he reached American lines, York had killed 25 men and was herding 132 prisoners in front of him with a handful of survivors. When a general told him he'd heard York captured the whole German army, York said "No sir. I got only 132." He was promoted to sergeant and received the Medal of Honor. New York threw him a ticker tape parade. Companies offered him a fortune to endorse their products and he turned almost all of it down. He went home to Tennessee, married his sweetheart, and spent years raising money to build a school for kids in the mountains who had no shot at an education. When Hollywood finally made his story in 1941, he agreed partly to fund a Bible school. Gary Cooper won the Oscar for playing him. The man who didn't want to go to war became the most famous American soldier of it.

The Feds are cleaning up California against its will. Can you imagine how much could get done with just ONE Republican in office who isn’t actively hostile to the federal government like Gavin is? It would be a cascade of federal resources to help us. Gotta have Hilton in office.

FBI Los Angeles @FBILosAngeles

4 days ago

Patrick Grandy, the Assistant Director in Charge of the FBI's Los Angeles Field Office, discussed this morning's law enforcement operations targeting narcotics trafficking and sales in the #SkidRow area of Los Angeles. Grandy thanked partners with the FBI, DEA, IRS, ATF, LAPD,

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🚨 BREAKING: Federal agents just stormed LA’s Skid Row! FBI, DEA, ATF and LAPD hit the open-air drug market this morning. 44 search warrants. 28 dealers targeted. 14 already in cuffs. Fentanyl and PCP. Wads of cash. A handgun pulled out of a tent. Agents say these dealers weren’t just selling poison. They were hunting people the day government checks hit. Tents that weren’t shelters. They were stash houses. Dealers posing as homeless so they could blend in and keep killing. This is what Democrat-run Los Angeles looks like. Third-world streets. American cities. LOCK THEM UP.

Wyatt Earp died in 1929 in Los Angeles. Not in a gunfight. In a rented house in West Adams, at eighty years old, with the silent film star William S. Hart helping carry his coffin. He had spent his last years hanging around movie studios trying to get somebody to tell his story. Everybody knows the thirty seconds outside the O.K. Corral in October 1881. Almost nobody knows he lived another forty seven years after it, and that the forty seven years are a stranger story than the gunfight. In 1884 he and Josephine and two of his brothers went up to Eagle City, Idaho, and opened a dance hall and saloon called the White Elephant. He worked as a deputy there, and by some accounts also got mixed up in jumping other men's mining claims. Their stake ran dry in about six months. Then San Diego, during the land boom of the late 1880s. He speculated in real estate and ran four saloons and gambling halls, reportedly clearing as much as a thousand dollars a night at the top of it. He also refereed prizefights and raced horses. Then the boom burst, the city's population fell from roughly forty thousand to sixteen thousand, and he moved on. On December 2, 1896, he refereed the heavyweight fight between Bob Fitzsimmons and Tom Sharkey in San Francisco. He walked into the ring carrying a large revolver, apparently out of pure habit, and a police captain relieved him of it before the bell. He was arrested that night for carrying it. Then in the eighth round he called a foul and awarded the fight to Sharkey, and the entire country decided the thing was fixed. That accusation followed him the rest of his life. It was still attached to his name in the obituaries. In 1899 he went to Nome, Alaska, and with a partner built the Dexter Saloon, the largest in town. It reportedly brought in around eighty thousand dollars. The money did not stay. By 1911 he was working mining claims out at Vidal, California, in the desert near the Colorado River, and spending summers in Los Angeles. And in Los Angeles, Wyatt Earp became a man who hung around the movie business. He got to know the big Western stars, William S. Hart and Tom Mix. He wrote Hart letters suggesting Hart make a picture out of his life. He went out to the lots and watched them shoot. In his entire lifetime he appeared briefly in exactly one film. A young prop man on those lots named Marion Morrison said years later that he had watched Earp carefully, and that it shaped how he played cowboys after he changed his name to John Wayne. Historians are skeptical of it. But Wayne kept telling it. The whole time, Earp was trying to get his life written down properly. A friend named John Flood wrote a manuscript. Nobody would publish it. Hart tried to help place it and could not. He died on January 13, 1929. Hart was a pallbearer, Tom Mix came to the service, and so did a crowd of old men out of Tombstone and the Klondike and the desert mining camps. Josephine had him buried in her family's plot in a Jewish cemetery in Colma, south of San Francisco. Two years later, in October 1931, a writer named Stuart Lake published Wyatt Earp: Frontier Marshal. Lake had interviewed Earp about eight times and gotten, by his own description, the barest facts. He said Earp was inarticulate. So Lake wrote the book in Earp's own voice and made the dialogue up. He admitted it. He said he felt journalistically justified in inventing it. The book created a Wyatt Earp who never missed, was never hit, and never did anything wrong. It gave him a gunfight in Ellsworth that local newspapers never reported. It invented the long barreled Buntline Special, which Colt has no record of ever making for him. It came out in the middle of the Depression and sold enormously. It became two Frontier Marshal films, then My Darling Clementine, then the 1955 television series, and essentially every Wyatt Earp anybody has ever watched descends from it. He spent the last decade of his life walking around Hollywood trying to get someone to tell his story. Two years after they buried him, someone finally did, got most of it wrong, and that is the version the whole world remembers.

🚨 NOW: Rep. Brandon Gill just DROPPED this nationwide truth nuke after Chuck Schumer announced the Democrats' "ultimate goal" is legalizing MILLIONS of illegal aliens 🤯 "Remember before you go to vote that elections have consequences. And the consequences of giving open borders Democrats power again would be catastrophic." 💯 SCHUMER: "Our ultimate goal is to help the Dreamers, but get a path to citizenship for all eleven million or however many undocumented there are here." "However many." He doesn't even know the number and he still wants ALL of them made citizens! Citizens VOTE. Democrats know exactly who they're building a new voter base from 😠 Gill is right. Give them power back and this is what you get. REPLACING CITIZENS VOTE RED NO MATTER WHAT!

Paul Harvey went on the radio in 1965 with "If I Were the Devil." Over 60 years ago, he laid out exactly how you'd tear a nation apart. Go after the family. Take God out of the schools. Turn people against each other and call it progress. Listen to it today and it doesn't sound like a warning anymore. It sounds like a checklist. Every American should hear it at least once a year. Then look around. x.com/RestrictedDail…

Jena Griswold should never be anywhere close to a position of trust like the Attorney General’s office. She can not be trusted. She cheated my Secretary of State recount, wiped 29K election records from the people’s server in Mesa County and most likely in every county in the state and the list goes on and on…

Denver Fail @mrosazza

4 days ago

This should be a huge National Story, especially with Jena Griswold involved. Heres how it went down. Democrats tried to gerrymander the vote for the COCO TRAIN and passed SB26-172 in May that cut the rail tax district from 4.4 million people to 2.6 million, dropping

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