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πΊπΈThis is definitely worth a few minutes of your day. An amazing breakdown of the liberals playbook. Keep it moving.πΊπΈ
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Good Monday morning, fellow patriots!
Tomorrow we stand at the precipice. I'm asking God to give us another chance and to save our country from the throes of marxism.
Stand firm. VOTE RED!
Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. PSALM 62:5-6
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This shows the satellites over head in a half hour exposure. There are a few aircraft & the thick line is a group of new satellites being deployed. Kind of busy up there!!
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Did you know President Trump was indicted for βpressuringβ Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger to investigate election integrity in his state?
Five years later, Fulton County admitted that roughly 315,000 early votes from the 2020 election were counted without the required poll-worker signatures on the tabulator tapes (a violation of State Election Board rules). Bidenβs certified margin in Georgia was 11,779 votes.
Now you do.
But donβt worry folks. Nothing to see here.
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Having spent a long time watching Elon Musk, and having talked with him, I believe I understand what he understood before almost anyone else. And it's something every one of us needs to understand now.
Western civilization is not one civilization among many. It is the one that gave the world freedom of thought, modern science and the dignity of the individual. And it is under attack. Not by peoples, but by ideologies that want it dead.
If it dies, the world will not become more just. It will become poorer, more brutal and darker. For everyone, including those who hate it.
Why? Because civilizations are not interchangeable. We were told that any culture could be blended with any other, like mixing colors, and that the result would always be harmonious. It isn't true. A society where women are equal to men cannot coexist without friction with a worldview in which a woman's testimony is worth half a man's. A society where you can criticize God, change your religion or have none cannot absorb, without fracturing, a worldview in which apostasy is paid for with your life.
Every people has its own genius and moves at its own pace. But not all values are equal, and you cannot build a nation on laws that contradict each other. Saying so is not racist. Racism is about blood. I am talking about laws, customs and values. And those values belong to no race: a Japanese, a Senegalese or an Iranian can make them his own, and millions have. That is exactly why they are worth defending.
Let's remember where they come from.
It all begins in Greece. In Athens, for the first time, men decide that truth does not descend from a throne but is sought through reason, and that a city governs itself through debate. Socrates chooses death rather than give up thinking freely. At Salamis, a handful of free cities stops the greatest empire in the world.
Then comes Rome. Rome invents law that binds everyone, the citizen who holds rights, the Republic. And one immense idea: you can become Roman without being born Roman. You become Roman by adopting its laws.
Christianity adds the most revolutionary idea in history: every human being, slave and emperor alike, has infinite worth.
Then France. The cathedrals, those ships of stone our ancestors built over centuries for descendants they would never see. Descartes, Pascal, Voltaire. The Declaration of the Rights of Man. And Napoleon, who gives France the Civil Code, the lycΓ©es, and one simple principle: careers open to talent. Murat, the son of an innkeeper, ends up a Marshal of the Empire and King of Naples. The Civil Code spreads across much of Europe and still shapes the law of dozens of countries today.
And this civilization goes on to abolish slavery, which had been practiced on every continent since the dawn of time, to push back the plague, smallpox and the night itself, and to set foot on the Moon.
Peoples of the West, be proud of this history. Proud does not mean blind. Every civilization has committed crimes: conquest, slavery, war. Ours is the one that went furthest in examining its own faults, to the point of abolishing what it had once practiced. This capacity to question itself is its greatest strength. And that is exactly the strength now being turned against it.
Because for decades, this magnificent system has been getting hacked. Not by an army. By an alliance of two forces that have nothing in common except one enemy: us.
The first is communism. It lost the economic war, lost the Cold War, lost history's verdict with its tens of millions of dead. But it never lost the universities. It survived by changing costumes: class struggle became the struggle of the oppressed against their oppressors, and the West was declared guilty of everything. It taught our children to be ashamed of their ancestors, their borders and their culture. It is the root cause, because before you can bring down a civilization, you have to take away its will to defend itself.
The second is political Islam. I am not talking about Muslims, many of whom came here precisely to escape this ideology and are its first victims. I am talking about a political project that wants to place religious law above civil law. It has no doubts. It feels no shame. It rushes into the void the first one dug.
One disarms. The other advances.
And let no one on the left believe they will stay in control. History has already staged this play. In 1978, Michel Foucault was enthusing over the Iranian revolution. Iran's communist party, the Tudeh, backed Khomeini and called on Iranians to vote for his Islamic constitution. By 1983, its leaders had been arrested, the party banned, and its chiefs paraded on television to confess their βcrimes.β In 1988, thousands of political prisoners were executed, communist activists among them. The second always ends up devouring the first. Useful idiots are only useful for a while.
So here is my call to every Western people. To the French, the Italians, the Poles, the Germans, the Spanish, the Americans, to all of you.
We are at a turning point. What we do in the next ten years will decide what our grandchildren are allowed to say, believe, write and love.
I am not asking you to die for the West. I am asking you for something harder: to live for it.
Learn its history and pass it on. Have children. Speak without fear, even when they call you every name in the book. Vote, get involved, run for office. Build companies, schools, factories, families. Refuse the shame they are trying to inject into you. And stop surrendering anything that makes us who we are: freedom of thought, equality before the law, the dignity of every person.
The historian Arnold Toynbee understood it: civilizations are not murdered, they commit suicide. And those who think they can let the West fall without paying the price should remember the Iranian communists. They helped tear down what they despised, and then they were next.
The Greeks at Salamis were outnumbered. They won because they knew what they were defending. We are the heirs of Athens, Rome, Notre-Dame and the Civil Code. It is no accident that the rockets that will carry humanity to Mars are being built in a free civilization.
It is time to prove ourselves worthy of what we were given.
The West is worth defending. And no one will defend it for us.
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What have researchers actually recovered from beneath the proposed resting place of Noah's Ark?
After an extraordinary 2026 field season at DurupΔ±nar, the team has collected hundreds of physical samples from inside, outside, and deep beneath the formation.
Among the most exciting developments is the recovery of multiple pieces of damaged, charred wood, recently confirmed by project lead Dr. Cenker Atila.
These fragments have been sent for carbon-14 dating to help determine their age.
The investigation has also included core drilling reaching depths of approximately 20 meters, along with radar surveys revealing unusual patterns beneath the surface.
For decades, the debate over DurupΔ±nar has largely focused on its remarkable shape and location in the mountains of Ararat.
Now, we're examining physical material recovered from the ground itself.
The next chapter of this investigation will be written in the laboratory.
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πΊπΈ NEURALINK PATIENT P7 IS NOW DRIVING HIS POWERED WHEELCHAIR WITH HIS MIND π₯
Jake Schneider is now testing the ability to drive his powered wheelchair using only his thoughts.
ALS had taken away his ability to use the joystick. Now the implant reads his movement intentions and turns them into commands for the chair.
@Neuralink confirms wheelchair control is one of the experimental features being tested by participants, alongside computers, robotic arms and other devices.
Writer: Sol
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πThe Purple Poppy... Remembering the Forgotten Animals of War.π
More than 8 million horses, mules and donkeys died during the First World War.
Dogs served as messengers, guards and companions, often facing terrible dangers alongside soldiers.
Animals suffered from shellfire, disease, exhaustion and exposure to chemical weapons.
They had no choice. We have a choice to remember them. π
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Was this the greatest upset in sports history?
On this day in 1938, Seabiscuit faced War Admiral in the Match of the Century at Pimlico.
War Admiral had won the Triple Crown. Seabiscuit was the undersized underdog a struggling country had adopted as its own.
40,000 packed the track. An estimated 40 million more listened on the radio.
Seabiscuit won by four lengths, and broke the track record doing it.
Has any horse ever meant more to people than this one?
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Charles Howard had built one of the most successful automobile dealerships in American history β Buick cars, California. Howard became wealthy beyond most people's imagination, and he seemed to have everything.
In 1926, his fifteen-year-old son Frankie was killed in a truck accident on the family's ranch in Northern California. The grief split Howard's world in half. His marriage collapsed.
He eventually remarried and began buying horses β not as a pastime, but as something to rebuild himself around. And in 1936, he paid $8,000 for a young horse that almost nobody else wanted.
The horse was Seabiscuit. His grandfather was Man o' War, one of the most celebrated racehorses in history, which meant the bloodline was extraordinary.
His legs were oddly shaped. He had raced 35 times as a two-year-old, winning only five, and when his original owners put him up for sale at a claiming price, nobody bothered to claim him.
Howard's trainer, Tom Smith, had spotted something no one else could see. He simply understood animals with an accuracy that bordered on instinct. He told Howard the horse was worth buying.
Red Pollard had been surviving on the margins of the sport for years. He was too tall for a jockey. He had grown up in Canada, left behind at a racetrack by his family during the bleakest years of the Depression when they could no longer afford to keep him.
He'd spent his adolescence and early adulthood riding at small tracks, sleeping in barns, taking any mount that was offered.
He was also blind in one eye. A rock had struck him during a race and destroyed the vision on his right side. He hid it for his entire career.
When Smith introduced Pollard to Seabiscuit, the horse β usually difficult with strangers β walked directly toward him and stayed. Smith watched and made his decision.
By 1937, the three of them together were winning races across the country. Crowds turned up in numbers that track officials hadn't seen in years. And those crowds weren't the wealthy patrons who had always followed racing.
They were ordinary working people, who stood at the railings and watched a short, ungainly horse dismiss the horses everyone had expected to win.
In 1938, a match race was arranged against War Admiral β a Triple Crown winner, sleek & dominant, the son of the very same Man o' War who was Seabiscuit's grandfather. War Admiral's owner dictated almost every condition.
Red Pollard was recovering from a shattered leg suffered when a horse threw him earlier that year. George Woolf, a brilliantly composed jockey they called The Iceman, took the ride instead.
On November 1, 1938, an estimated 40 million Americans gathered around radios. The largest crowd in Pimlico's history filled the Baltimore racetrack. War Admiral broke fast and clean. For a moment it looked like the skeptics had been right all along.
Seabiscuit caught him. Then passed him. He won by four lengths and set a new track record.
Early in 1939, Seabiscuit ruptured a ligament in his foreleg. Pollard, still mending, was also sidelined. Both of them went to Howard's Ridgewood Ranch in Northern California to heal β horse & jockey, neither career looking likely to continue. The general verdict from racing circles was that both of them were done.
Howard and Smith refused to accept that.
Through 1939 and into 1940, they brought both back slowly. When Howard announced that Seabiscuit would attempt the Santa Anita Handicap β the sporting press was skeptical. The horse was seven years old. He had been off the track for nearly a year.
On March 2, 1940, Red Pollard rode Seabiscuit into the starting gate at Santa Anita. 78,000 people were in the stands. The horse carried 130 pounds β a penalty weight assigned by officials.
He won anyway.
He retired that day and never raced again. In 89 starts he had won 33 times and earned $437,730 β a record. He lived out his final years at Ridgewood Ranch, visited by thousands of fans,
until he died peacefully in 1947.
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