I only had to block one far left libtard with tds today. The algorithm is learning...?

If you would have followed through on Epstein List, DOGE cuts and audits, ended all foreign aid for foreign wars, and made deep state arrests, you could have won tonight. But you didn't, so you lost. Stop blaming people you're mad at. Get real. Hope this helps!

Imagine if you will.. Your huge man sack requires Whitehouse ballroom. But you aren't man enough to jail the communist infil-Traitors that tried to jail, bankrupt, impeach , destroy you and your family, jailed all your employees and confidants... and FUCKING ASSASSINATE YOU... MULTIPLE TIMES! @realDonaldTrump IS A PUSSY . That's reality. He's weak and old like Mitch McConnell and Lindsey Graham.

The end result of this government shutdown will be an increase in private sector job growth... And lower unemployment.. And, less poverty, and welfare... People are going to get back to being productive, and earning the American dream. In a golden age of opportunity combined with lower taxes and communist restrictions aka regulations; Americans are going to excel...

Dear Elon Musk: I just spent the last 30 minutes checking "Not Interested in this Post" on every Leftist screed in my "For You" feed. After much work, my "For You" feed now actually has more Leftist screeds than before. There are still moles in your organization shoving unwanted ideology down our throats. I thought you might want to know. With love and respect, CP

Whispers in the Shadow The seed of evil withered, starved of its host's neglect. Elias rose, not whole, but reclaimed—his soul a battlefield won back by surrender. And in the days that followed, he learned the truth: moments of weakness are not defeats, but doorways. Guard them with faith, lest the greatest thief use hate as his key, and steal you from the light forever.

Whispers in the Shadow In the quiet suburb of anytown, USA... where picket fences hid the fractures of ordinary lives, lived Elias, a man whose faith once burned like a lighthouse in the storm. He had knelt in the pews of St. Mary's every Sunday, his prayers a shield against the world's chaos. But the years had worn him thin—bills piled like accusations, a marriage fraying at the edges, and the endless scroll of news feeds that painted the world in shades of red and blue rage. "Where is God in this mess?" he'd mutter, his Bible gathering dust on the nightstand. It began on a Tuesday evening, the kind where the sky hung low and heavy, as if heaven itself had turned away. Elias slumped in his armchair, the glow of his phone casting demonic flickers across his face. The headlines screamed of division: politicians as saviors or serpents, neighbors as enemies in ideological wars. His thumb paused on a post—a venomous rant against a figure he once admired, now twisted into a symbol of all that was wrong. "How could anyone follow that fraud?" the words hissed from the screen. A flicker of doubt, a momentary lapse in his armor of faith. Just this once, he thought, let the anger feel good. In that sliver of weakness, the air grew thick, though Elias couldn't say why. A shadow uncoiled from the corner of the room, not a man but a presence—Satan, cloaked in the guise of a weary friend, his voice a silken thread weaving through the silence. "Elias," it murmured, "see how they mock you? How the world laughs at your quiet devotion? They're stealing your peace, one lie at a time. Hate them back. It's justice, not sin." Elias blinked, shaking his head, but the seed was planted. Faithlessness is fertile soil, and Satan tilled it with expert hands. That night, as sleep evaded him, the whispers returned. They deserve your scorn, the voice cooed, for dividing what God meant to unite. Let it grow—let it fill the emptiness where prayer once lived. By morning, Elias's thoughts were no longer his own. He refreshed the feed obsessively, each post a thorn embedding deeper. TDS, they called it in the comments—Trump Derangement Syndrome, a polite label for the hate that consumed the soul like acid. But Satan knew its true name: Envy's blade, sharpened by pride. It wasn't about one man or one side; it was the universal poison, a tool as old as Eden, turning brother against brother, voter against voter, heart against heart. Days blurred into a haze. Elias's prayers became accusations, hurled not at heaven but at the "other side"—the fools, the traitors, the enemies of all that was holy. His wife noticed the change, her touch recoiling from the cold fire in his eyes. "You're not you anymore," she whispered one night, tears tracing the lines of her fear. But Elias only sneered, the hate now a lover's embrace, warm and insistent. Satan watched from the shadows, his laughter a distant thunder. See how easily it takes root? he reveled. Your weakness invited me, your faithlessness opened the gate. Now, I impregnate your mind with my truth: that love is weakness, and rage is power. One thread at a time, I unravel your soul from the Lord's grasp. The theft was subtle, a soul pilfered not in a blaze of brimstone but in the dim flicker of a screen. Elias's church seat grew empty, his Bible's pages yellowed and unread. Friends drifted, replaced by echo chambers of fury. And in the quiet hours, when doubt clawed back, Satan was there, ever the midwife to malice: "Hate keeps you safe, Elias. Without it, you'd shatter. "It ended—not in fire, but in a mirror. One dawn, as Elias stared at his reflection, hollow-cheeked and wild-eyed, a fragment of an old hymn surfaced: Amazing grace, how sweet the sound... The words pierced the fog, a lifeline from the Almighty he'd nearly severed. With trembling hands, he closed the phone, knelt on the cold floor, and wept. "Forgive me," he gasped, "for letting the serpent in. "Satan recoiled, his whispers fading like smoke.

“I didn’t enjoy writing tickets, but you didn’t know. I cried when I found your daughter lying in a ditch, high on meth, but you didn’t know. I was devastated when I found the 32-year old veteran dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound, but you didn’t know. I missed my kids birthdays, school plays, and family trips because I had to work, but you didn’t know. I had nightmares about the 2-year-old I found crushed under a truck tire while mom was inside buying dope, but you didn’t know. I really struggled with EVERY death notification I made to a family about their loved one, but you didn’t know. I was never comfortable at social gatherings because with the things I’ve seen, I can’t trust anyone, but you didn’t know. I’ve seen things you could never even imagine, but you didn’t know. I really didn’t like putting people in jail, but you didn’t know. My job was hard on my family, but you didn’t know. I had problems, just like everyone else, but you didn’t know. I thought whiskey was the only thing that understood me, but you didn’t know. The next time you see an officer, or any first responder, remember that they are people first and there is no training in the world that prepares them for the things they see and do on a daily basis.” Please join me in praying for our LEOs 🙏💙🙏

Obama doesn't care, so President Trump, scrap Obamacare and replace it with Trumpcare because you're the one who truly cares. We've seen you combat human trafficking, empower the people, protect Americans, end wars, and keep every promise. Trumpcare sounds way better. Screw Obamacare!

In any other year, Maria Corina Machado would be a deserving recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize. She has courageously fought the totalitarian government of Venezuela dictator, Maduro. But there is no doubt in anyone’s mind that the winner of the coveted prize in 2025 should have been President Donald J Trump. He has been unarguably the world’s most consequential peacemaker and has achieved some extraordinary, life-saving results.

WHAT THE HELL @elonmusk There's nothing but libtards in my timeline! MAKE IT STOP! I FUCKING DESPISE LIBTARDS! AND EVERYTHING THEY SAY AND DO!

GOP warriors- ...why the hesitation? Treason's stench, fraud's election, auto-pen abuse, pandemic chains— Our rights trampled in that scam's cruel reign. Arrest the Dems, pedos, deep state snakes; fulfill your oath or join their hellish stakes. Righteousness now, or corruption wins the race. But rise we must—America's dawn awaits! #MAGAJustice #OathOrHell

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Most of Oregon is the opposite of Portland. Most of Washington is the opposite of Seattle. Most of California is the opposite of San Francisco. The west coast is red, and our elections are rigged.

"Play Dirty". on @amazon is a great movie. 1:30hr into it...Mark Wahlberg shoots Mark Cuban in the chest, at a crowded restaurant... for no reason, and then walks away saying I never heard of the guy before... A movie moment to be sure . Highly recommend it.

It's beyond disgusting that Charlie Kirk's gravesite has to remain a closely guarded secret, all because left-wing extremists might desecrate it in their unhinged rage. A man who fought tirelessly for freedom and truth deserves peace—not this paranoid vigilance against radical thugs. RIP, Charlie. Your legacy endures. #CharlieKirk #Patriot

BREAKING: MSNBC still an ass clown factory of disinformation. Same circus animals that slobbered all over perp walks of Stone, Navarro, Bannon… MSNBC has no facts and no audience In this @fbi, follow the chain of command or get relieved.

The bald eagle, with its piercing gaze and unyielding wings, has long embodied the American ethos—a fierce guardian of liberty, soaring above the fray on currents of self-reliance and unbridled potential. Perched atop the Great Seal since the nation's founding, it symbolizes not just raw power but a vigilant spirit, ever watchful against threats that would clip its flight. Yet today, this majestic bird lies wounded, its plumage matted with the scars of battles fought on distant shores and in shadowed halls of power. Enemies from afar—ideological foes and opportunistic adversaries—have drawn first blood, but it is the betrayals from within that fester deepest, turning the eagle's once-mighty form into a symbol of fragility rather than fortitude. At the heart of this affliction are the greedy and corrupt politicians who feast upon the eagle's vitality, left and right alike, ensuring it never regains the heights it deserves. These self-serving aviators, cloaked in the rhetoric of progress and tradition, manipulate the winds of policy to their own advantage, hoarding the updrafts of influence while the body politic weakens below. To the detriment of every citizen's God-given rights—the sacred inheritance of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness—they prioritize partisan perches over collective ascent. The left wing, battered by years of ideological fractures and overreach, hangs limp and irreparably torn, its feathers of equity and empathy shredded by internal strife and a refusal to heal old wounds. It may never fully mend, dooming the eagle to an eternal list toward imbalance. Meanwhile, the right wing, once a bastion of resolute strength, has atrophied from disuse, its muscles of conviction softened by complacency and a hesitance to flex against the gales of compromise. Unused power rusts in the nest, leaving the bird lopsided and earthbound, circling low over a landscape of lost dreams. In this diminished state, the American eagle no longer inspires awe but pity—a noble creature grounded by those sworn to protect it. The true tragedy lies not in the injuries themselves, but in the collective failure to rally for recovery. For the eagle to soar again, it demands a reckoning: a pruning of the corrupt branches that weigh it down, a mending of the broken wing through honest reflection, and a vigorous exercise of the atrophied one through renewed resolve. Only then can the winds of freedom lift it skyward once more, carrying the promise of an ethos unbroken, where every citizen claims the full span of their rights under the vast, healing blue.