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Catholic pro-life Republican No excessive foul language or pictures of half clothed bodies. Believe in the dignity of the body! I tweet my opinion or info.
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I’m not like a lot of other women, and I know sometimes women don’t quite know what to make of me. Truth is, sometimes men don’t either.
I didn’t grow up in some Pollyanna world. I grew up in a violent home in a rough part of town. I learned very young that life isn’t always kind and that sometimes you have to be tough just to get through it.
Then I joined the Marine Corps and became a military police officer. I saw more violence. I saw people at their worst. I learned how to keep my head when things went bad and how to stand my ground when I needed to.
I’m the only female veteran from my entire high school class. I’m not a Susie Homemaker, Hallmark Channel kind of woman. Never have been. I like what I like, I think the way I think, and I’m probably not everybody’s cup of tea.
But don’t mistake any of that for me not being feminine. I love makeup. I love perfume and jewelry. Most days you’ll find me in some kind of bohemian clothing unless I’m wearing something cool about Arkansas or the Marine Corps. All of that is me too. I’ve never believed a woman has to fit neatly into one little box.
I’m also fiercely independent. I’ve provided for myself since I was 21 years old. I worked, paid my own way and built my own life. And when people in my family were in trouble and had nowhere else to go, I was the one who opened my home and took them in. Independence, to me, has never meant not needing or caring about other people. It means knowing I can stand on my own two feet and still be there when someone else needs me.
I can also be loyal to a fault. I will defend my friends, my family and my dogs with everything I have. And when the stuff hits the fan, emotionally or physically, I’m often one of the women people come to because they know I won’t fall apart when things get ugly.
Maybe that makes me difficult for some people to understand, and maybe even difficult to love sometimes. That’s okay. It took me a lot of years to actually like the woman I see in the mirror. I finally do. I survived the things that could have destroyed me. They shaped me instead.
So I’m not going to apologize for the movies I like, the way I talk, the things I believe, the strength I developed, the feminine things I love or the woman I turned out to be.
I earned her.
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My buddy died three years ago.
His 8-year-old son called me today from a landline. Found a photo of us in his mom’s drawer with a note on the back:
“If I’m not there and you need backup, call this number. That’s my brother.”
Kid asked me if I could come watch his Little League game Saturday because "dad promised someone would be in the dugout."
I have never cancelled a Saturday morning meeting faster in my life.
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In the early hours of June 3, 2011, Indiana University sophomore Lauren Spierer was out in Bloomington with friends.
She was 20 years old. 4 foot 11. About 90 pounds.
By every account, she'd been drinking a lot.
Around 2:30 a.m. she walked out of Kilroy's Sports Bar with a young man she'd met. She left behind her cell phone. She left behind her shoes.
Over the next two hours, she bounced between apartments in the neighborhood around her building. People saw her. People talked to her. At one point, a man in one of those apartments said she told him she wanted to go home.
She was last seen around 4:30 a.m., near the corner of College Avenue and 11th Street.
She was barefoot. She had no phone. Her apartment was right around the corner.
She never got there.
Later that morning, her boyfriend texted her and got no answer. By that afternoon she was reported missing.
What followed was one of the biggest searches in Indiana history. Volunteers flooded Bloomington. Her parents moved there to lead the hunt. Landfills were dug through. Every person who saw her that night was questioned.
Her family eventually sued several of the young men she was with, hoping to force out the truth. A court threw the case out. No evidence.
Police now have nearly 1,000 reports in the file. Last year alone they chased down 23 new tips. They insist this is not a cold case.
But 15 years later, Lauren Spierer has never been found.
She vanished barefoot, within a block of her own front door, in a college town full of people.
Somebody saw something.
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A man who passed his medical in 1996 with flying colours has four diseases today, and not one number in his body has changed.
Blood pressure 135/85. Cholesterol 210. Fasting blood sugar 105. BMI of 26.
In 1996 that was a clean bill of health and a handshake. Today the same man, with the same blood, is hypertensive, has high cholesterol, is prediabetic and overweight. Four diagnoses, and he never caught a thing.
1997: the line for diabetes drops from 140 to 126. 1.7 million new diabetics by morning.
1997: high blood pressure drops from 160/100 to 140/90. 13 million new patients.
1998: high cholesterol drops from 240 to 200. 42 million new patients.
1998: overweight drops from a BMI of 27 to 25. 29 million people go to bed normal and wake up with a weight problem.
2003: prediabetes is widened from 110 to 100. It now covers 98 million Americans, more than 1 adult in 3, for a condition the World Health Organization declines to call by that name.
2017: blood pressure again, down to 130/80. Another 31 million. Nearly half the adults in America are hypertensive.
When the cholesterol targets were tightened again in 2004, eight of the nine men who wrote them had been paid by companies that make statins.
No germ. No outbreak. No change in a single artery. Just a room, a vote, and a tablet waiting on the far side of every line.
In every other branch of medicine you have to get ill to become a patient. In this one they bring the disease to you.
The last healthy people are the ones who haven't been tested yet.
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Them. Always
On 24 April 1915, Ottoman authorities arrested and deported hundreds of Armenian intellectuals and leaders from Constantinople.
At the orders of Talaat Pasha, an estimated 800,000 to 1.2 million Armenians were sent on death marches to the Syrian desert in 1915 and 1916. Driven forward by paramilitary escorts, the deportees were deprived of food and water and subjected to robbery, rape, and massacres; survivors were dispersed into concentration camps.
In 1916, another wave of massacres was ordered, leaving about 200,000 deportees alive by the end of the year. Around 100,000 to 200,000 Armenian women and children were forcibly converted to Islam and integrated into Muslim households. Massacres and ethnic cleansing of Armenian survivors continued through the Turkish War of Independence after World War I, carried out by Turkish nationalists.
Eyewitness accounts described women being impaled in "horrible" deaths but crucifixion as depicted in the film was not used.
Impaled, not crucified. Impaled!
(the image was not a photograph of the actual events that occurred around 1915 but rather an image from the production of the Auction of Souls/Armenia Ravished movie.)
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A mother has written a touching note to the teenager who taught her daughter how to use her skateboard has gone viral.
"Dear teenage boy at the skate park:
You’re probably about 15 years-old, so I don’t expect you to be very mature or for you to want a little girl on your skate ramp for that matter.
What you don’t know is that my daughter has been wanting to skateboard for months. I actually had to convince her that skateboarding wasn’t just for boys.
So when we walked up to the skate park and saw that it was full of teenaged boys who were smoking and swearing, she immediately wanted to turn around and go home.
I secretly wanted to go too because I didn’t want to have to put on my mom voice and exchange words with you.
I also didn’t want my daughter to feel like she had to be scared of anyone, or that she wasn’t entitled to that skate park just as much as you were.
So when she said, 'Mom it’s full of older boys,' I calmly said, 'So what, they don’t own the skate park.'
She proceeded to go down the ramp in spite of you and your friends flying past her and grinding rails beside her.
She only had two or three runs in before you approached her and said 'Hey, excuse me …'
I immediately prepared to deliver my 'She’s allowed to use this park just as much as you guys' speech when I heard you say, 'Your feet are wrong. Can I help you?'
You proceeded to spend almost an hour with my daughter showing her how to balance and steer, and she listened to you – a feat not attained by most adults.
You held her hand and helped her get up when she fell down and I even heard you tell her to stay away from the rails so that she wouldn’t get hurt.
I want you to know that I am proud that you are part of my community, and I want to thank you for being kind to my daughter, even though your friends made fun of you for it.
She left the skate park with a sense of pride and with the confidence that she can do anything, because of you."
Photos courtesy of Jeanean Thomas
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On the evening of 20 March 1974, Princess Anne and her husband, Captain Mark Phillips, were being driven back to Buckingham Palace along The Mall when a white car swerved in front of them and forced them to stop.
The driver, Ian Ball, got out armed with two revolvers. He s*ot her protection officer, Inspector Jim Beaton, her chauffeur, a journalist and a police constable. He then tried to drag the Princess from the back of the car, while she flatly refused to go and her husband held on to her.
Ronnie Russell was 28, a married father of two from Strood in Kent, and a former heavyweight boxer. He was simply driving home from work when he saw what was happening. He pulled over and ran back towards the gunfire.
Seeing the gunman gripping the Princess by the arm, Ronnie punched him on the back of the head. Ball spun round and f*red at him. The s*ot missed. Ronnie didn't back off. He came round the car again and, as the g*nman made another grab for the Princess, hit him in the face. As police officers began to arrive, Ball ran, and was chased down and arrested.
Princess Anne and Captain Phillips were unhurt. Every man Ball shot that night survived. Ronnie later said: "I honestly thought that I was going to die."
He was awarded the George Medal. When the Queen presented it to him at Buckingham Palace that November, she told him the medal was from the Queen, but she wanted to thank him as Anne's mother.
An ordinary bloke, on his way home, who ran towards the danger. That's the kind of courage worth remembering.
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I had to repost this 🙏
“Thursday night, I was sitting in my garage smoking a cigarette. Horrible habit, I know. 4 young men rushed me, decided they wanted my car, beat me up, and wanted my keys. I told them the keys were in the house. They decided to go in. What they weren’t expecting were my two 80lb Pit Bulls. They are sweethearts and the kindest dogs you’ll ever know, but protect their home and owner with finesse. My beautiful babies charged these thieves and stood over me as I laid on the floor of my garage, forever protecting me. They are rescues. Unwanted dogs. They saved my life. Please consider adopting a rescue. They might save your life too.”
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“On my flight from San Diego to Nashville today, sitting in the row next to me was a 96 year old woman who hasn’t flown in 15 years. For her birthday she wanted to go to Kansas City to see her family but she was scared of flying. She asked for this man’s hand during takeoff and then hugged him again when experiencing turbulence. This gentleman I should say, gladly took her hand, let her hold onto him, calmed her by talking to her and explaining everything that was happening, and simply was that stranger there for her. He knew just what to do the entire flight to help. He helped her stand up to go to the restroom and watched her carefully walk down the aisle. It made me smile the whole flight as he comforted her. This man was her flight angel. He held her bag, helped her get off the plane and into the wheelchair, and when she got confused wondering where her daughter went (she called her her sister), he stayed with her until she caught up with her daughter who got separated from her. I walked away sobbing happy tears being so thankful for people like this wonderful human. She was so grateful that she wanted him to have her flight pretzels. Hats off to you sir, for your kind heart and your compassion toward someone whom you’ve never met. I have never been so touched on a flight before. This truly made my week.”
Credit: @Megan Ashley
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This is a picture of Beicha.
It's a small village of 128 people near Döbeln, in Middle Saxony. On 26 Sept., the villagers held a little village 'Oktoberfest,' sponsored by their local volunteer fire department. The kind of thing many municipalities across Germany are doing right now.
Five migroids showed up, got drunk and started pissing in someone's garden. A fireman told them off, they left angry but they returned in four cars. Now there were nine of them. They attacked the lingering revelers at the village party, using beer mugs and broken bottles as weapons. They wounded nine people, putting six of them in hospital. Witnesses said there was blood everywhere.
After the bloodbath the migroids fled. Police stopped one of the fleeing cars, took IDs, but let them go – no hard grounds for arrest. They are presently 'investigating.'
The day after their attack ,some of the nine returned to the village to tell the villagers they'd burn their houses down if they talk.
Wir schaffen das.
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Baby Zion lived only 10 days after birth, but his life was still worth living.
Robbyn and Josh Blick discovered that their son had Trisomy 18 around 20 weeks into her pregnancy.
They knew they would embrace his life from the very start.
On January 11th, Baby Zion was born, weighing 4lbs 7oz.
Robbyn and Josh were able to take him home.
“I literally didn’t put him down until he was one week old. He was held and loved and cherished for every minute of 10 days.”
As the days passed, Zion’s breathing became increasingly strained. By day 9, he was losing interest in eating.
On Day 10, Zion passed away in his parents’ loving arms.
Many doctors falsely label Trisomy 18 “incompatible with life” as an excuse to refuse treatment and pressure parents to abort their babies.
But Zion LIVED for 10 days - experiencing only love.
Every child deserves a chance at life, no matter their diagnosis.
Source: Susanna Rose/@LiveActionNews
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I have dug through over 7,000+ arrest records in the state of North Carolina over the past 2 weeks.
What I found was so shocking, I had a hard time believing it myself...
It appears major fraud is taking place in arrest records where Black offenders are labelled White.
I didn't come across this once or twice.
It appears that a few HUNDRED Black offenders are being labelled as White.
The option to pick "BLACK" exists and is used frequently in arrest records...
...but it seems they are purposely choosing the label of "WHITE AFRICAN" or "WHITE CAUCASIAN" to identify someone who is clearly a "BLACK" person.
This is massive fraud.
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Good dog! Too bad a corrupt, leftist judge will probably let the criminal off with nothing but a slap on the wrist
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Meet Otis.
He's a police K9 in Alhambra, California, and he just had a banger of a day.
Officers pulled over an SUV packed with boxes.
First the driver said he was heading home from his cousin's house and the boxes weren't his.
Then he said they were diesel parts for a buddy's shop.
Otis didn't need to hear version 3.0.
One sniff, and out came about 440 pounds of cocaine.
Otis' nose knows.
Not as much as Greasy Gavin Newsom, but I digress.
Driver arrested.
Drugs off the street.
Otis deserves treats, belly rubs, and his ball!!
ALT Otis. Photo credit: Photo: Alhambra PD.
ALT Over 400lbs of nose candy. Photo: Alhambra PD.
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🚨BREAKING: Air Force Maj. Jason Watson is facing the fallout he brought on himself.
The officer who posed on the Capitol steps in full uniform holding an "IMPEACH CONVICT REMOVE" sign, then went on CNN to continue his attacks on the President, has now been formally charged under the UCMJ.
He is facing 10 charges:
- 3 counts of Article 88 - contempt toward the President
- 5 counts of Article 92 - failure to obey orders
- 2 counts of Article 133 - conduct unbecoming an officer
He chose to use his uniform as a prop for partisan activism. The military just made it clear the uniform is not a costume for politics.
He brought this on himself.
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In America, when a plate cracks, you throw it in the trash and order a six-pack from Amazon.
My Japanese father-in-law dropped his favorite 60-year-old ceramic tea bowl on the kitchen floor.
It shattered into four jagged shards.
He didn't swear.
He didn't sweep it into the bin.
He knelt down, picked up every microscopic speck of clay, and brought out a wooden kit.
For three solid weeks, he mixed urushi tree sap and real 24-karat gold powder.
He pieced the fragments back together, tracing every scar with gleaming veins of pure gold.
He held the finished bowl up to the morning sun:
"Now it is far more beautiful than when it was smooth," he said softly.
"Because it carries its history. Because it survived."
I touched that seam of gold, thought of my own broken, divorced, traumatized life, and wept like a child.
Japan didn't teach me how to fix pottery.
Japan taught me that my scars are where the light shines through.
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2 little boys.
1 Bronx city shelter.
A child welfare agency, shelter staff, and the NYPD all crossed paths with this family.
Nobody stopped it.
The Dimone Fleming timeline:
* Fri., Nov. 25, 2022: Fleming argues with her boyfriend, the younger boy's father.
He leaves and sleeps in his car.
* Sat., Nov. 26, - 7:20 PM: 911 call to the shelter.
Officers find her naked, acting irrational, and burning things in the kitchen.
She's taken to St. Barnabas for a psych eval.
A family friend tells officers the boys are with their father. That was false.
Officers leave.
The boys are still in the bathtub, hidden under a pile of clothes.
* Sat., Nov. 26,- 7:57 PM: The boyfriend comes back and finds them.
Both boys had been killed.
* July 2024: The Bronx DA indicts her for first-degree murder.
* Aug. 24, 2026: Judge Audrey Stone accepts a "not responsible by reason of mental disease or defect" plea.
Prosecutors and defense both agreed she was psychotic.
No trial.
No prison.
* Sept. 18, 2026: Hearing set to decide where she's held.
No public update since.
And NYC's Administration for Children's Services?
It had already investigated her once, over suspected neglect of her older son.
The outcome was never made public.
How many city agencies does it take to protect 2 little boys in a city shelter?
Apparently more than New York has.
