tyb
Trump latest with rfk jr
o7
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Trump, RFK JR AND DR OZ SWEARING IN BY RFK JR
note: Runtime 26 minutes
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Trump torches 'fake news' reporting on deported MS-13 suspect
https://youtu.be/yGWar7MwpSw
Good Friday thanks.
For the sacrifice given by Jesus
and the example set for all those who follow his lead.
God Wins.
djt: if we had a fed chairmen who knew what he was doing, interest rates would
be coming down.
anon made a whole bun of memes for lurkers and anons to use on social media.
FIRE MEME CANNONS AT WILL
past bread, right click on any link and open in new tab for collection and deployment
>>22926266 (You), >>22926289 (You), >>22926293 (You), >>22926304 (You), >>22926316 (You), >>22926324 (You), >>22926336 (You), >>22926340 (You), >>22926353 (You) jerome powell meme bun
seems like one of the women passed out at the trump press briefing with rfk jr.
o7
nein memes
and everyone picks the one without the your you're
Well at least it is getting eyes on.
maybe it was done on purpose
kek
notable
filtered for being a trannie jannie cock sucking liberal.
never mention halfmind
stay anon
TWO POSTS ONLY [13] THE MEDIA IS THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE
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MS_13 187 [2] -24 -Distance?
MS[13][13=M]MSM - The 'Wheel'
Anon can believe it.
the play book
you are the saviours of the world
we are running out of money
do you want to become a jannie
be a administer
donate
give a email.
all trackable.
they shall be treated the same as fem anons.
pull the female card and its
togtfo
mention halfmind, the treasonous fuckers
and it gets the filter
everyone gets along than.
do not need the schizo behaviour and anime memes
remain anon,
REPENTENCE LEADS TO REDEMPTION - GOD WINS
Glenn's POWERFUL Easter Message for the Despaired & Lonely
https://youtu.be/ksVYYQVBAww
>battle of Lexington
no, so anon will have to get it. ffs.
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Presidential Actions
250TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE BATTLES OF LEXINGTON AND CONCORD
Proclamations
April 17, 2025
https://www.whitehouse.gov/presidential-actions/2025/04/250th-anniversary-of-the-battles-of-lexington-and-concord/
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By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
Two and a half centuries ago, a small band of minutemen answered the call of freedom in the legendary Battles of Lexington and Concord, an epic tale of American strength and the first major armed conflict of the Revolutionary War. We honor the memories, remember the sacrifices, and summon the courage of every hero of liberty who gallantly shed his blood for the cause of independence on April 19, 1775.
After years of intensifying frictions and escalating hostility between the British Crown and the American Colonies, all avenues to peace and diplomacy had been exhausted, and it became clear to the patriots that war was inevitable. Following the Boston Massacre, the oppressive Intolerable Acts, and the lasting grievance of taxation without representation, the colonists began organizing militias as a final recourse in defense of their right to self-government.
The British regime’s reign of tyranny reached a breaking point when, in his fearless midnight ride from Boston, Massachusetts, Paul Revere announced the news that the Redcoats were marching to Concord, Massachusetts, to arrest Colonial leaders and seize American arms. By the time they reached Lexington at dawn, the British encountered 77 intrepid American minutemen, led by Captain John Parker, boldly standing their ground in defense of their independence. The surprised British fired a volley, mortally wounding eight American patriots — the very first American soldiers to lay down their lives for our emerging Nation.
The British ambush at Lexington became known as the “shot heard ’round the world,” prompting thousands of brave young men to leave behind their homes and livelihoods to fight for our freedom on the frontlines of the American Revolution — commencing the greatest fight for liberty in the history of the world.
Later that morning, the Redcoats arrived at Concord to find and set fire to patriot military supplies. At the sight of rising smoke from atop a lofty hill, the colonists believed the Redcoats were burning the town, provoking them to advance to the North Bridge. As Captain Isaac Davis, whose company stood at the front of the column, said of his soldiers gearing up to take on the Redcoats, “I haven’t a man who is afraid to go.”
As 400 daring militiamen descended down Punkatasset Hill toward the North Bridge, the startled British opened fire, killing 49 Americans, including Captain Davis. “Fire, fellow soldiers, for God’s sake, fire!” shouted Major John Buttrick of the Concord militia at the sound of the discharging muskets — sending the British running back to Boston in retreat in a resounding victory for Colonial forces. For the next 12 miles, the patriots relentlessly pursued the Redcoats, ambushing them from behind trees, walls, and other cover. As one British soldier is said to have recalled, the Americans “fought like bears, and I would as soon storm hell as fight them again.”
April 19, 1775, stands to this day as a seminal milestone in our Nation’s righteous crusade for liberty and independence. On this day 250 years ago, with the fire of freedom blazing in their souls, an extraordinary army of American minutemen defeated one of the mightiest armies on the face of the earth and laid the foundation for America’s ultimate triumph over tyranny.
Two and a half centuries later, their fortitude remains our inheritance, their resolve remains our birthright, and their unwavering loyalty to God and country remains the duty of every American patriot. As we approach the 250th anniversary of our Nation’s independence next year, we honor the valiant men who fought in defense of their sacred right to self-government, we renew our pledge to restore our republic to all of its greatness and glory, and we commit to rebuilding a country and a culture that inspires pride in our past and faith in our future.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, DONALD J. TRUMP, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and the laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim April 19, 2025, as a day in commemoration of the 250th anniversary of the Battles of Lexington and Concord and the beginning of the American Revolutionary War.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand thisseventeenth day of April, in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty-five, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and forty-ninth.
DONALD J. TRUMP
>IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand thisseventeenth day of April, in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty-five, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and forty-ninth.
17th April 2024 to 2049
why thou 2049?
ARTICLE BEHIND PAYWALL
PETER HITCHENS: Keep your buns, eggs, bonnets and bunnies. Good Friday is a day for solemn reflection
By PETER HITCHENS FOR THE DAILY MAIL
Published: 10:25 AEST, 18 April 2025 | Updated: 10:28 AEST, 18 April 2025
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-14623059/PETER-HITCHENS-buns-eggs-bonnets-bunnies-Good-Friday-day-solemn-reflection.html?ito=1490&ns_campaign=1490
https://archive.ph/hQUdJ
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Is Easter disappearing? Will it soon go the way of Whitsun, another once-great Christian holiday now ignored, and replaced by a secular bank holiday on a different date? It has been visibly shrinking in my lifetime.
Not all that long ago Good Friday was still a day of solemn stillness. Large numbers of people once went to Church for as long as three hours to mark the Crucifixion of Jesus.
Newspapers were not published – I remember this right up into the 1980s, because old Fleet Street (always thinking about tomorrow, not today) closed down for Maundy Thursday, the day before. As a result, that Thursday was the only weekday when I and other specialist reporters (never really off duty) could ignore the phone and head off into the bluebell-strewn woods with no fear of missing an important story. Now it’s just another shopping day.
It may be just me, but I get the impression that the old habit of chocolate Easter eggs may also be starting to fade. As for hot cross buns, there are now versions featuring tiramisu, rhubarb and custard, salted caramel and apple crumble. Some even have cheese in them. I suspect this is because modern tastebuds are bored by the real thing, and anyway, what is it about?
As I mentioned, Whitsun was once a major feast-day, a time for buying new clothes and getting married – celebrated in Philip Larkin’s great poem The Whitsun Weddings, in which the poet travels southwards by train across England on the Whitsun weekend, sees wedding parties laughing and shouting on every station platform and is – as a result – plunged into one of the most thoughtful and moving (and English) pieces of verse written in the last century.
There were a lot of Christenings on that day too. Big industrial towns had ‘Whit Weeks’ – when everyone was on holiday at once – at that time of spring, seven weeks after Easter. There were church parades and brass bands, and Morris dancing.
But in 1971, a supposedly Conservative government decided to tidy it up, and turn it into a ‘Late Spring Bank Holiday’. Now the Church of England drearily calls it ‘Pentecost’, which was in my childhood a technical term and foreign into the bargain. And it has faded from the calendar in the minds of most.
No wonder. It commemorated events that are incredibly hard to believe in – the descent of the Holy Ghost among men in the form of tongues of fire and of a rushing, mighty wind. Such festivals cannot easily be sentimentalised, as Christmas can. They’ve mostly gone in the last few centuries.
Among the forgotten is Lady Day, the Annunciation to the Virgin Mary that she would bear the Christ child, the subject of a thousand great paintings and once one of the four great Quarter Days of England on which rents were paid, debts settled or workers hired.
Ascension Day – still a great feast in Germany, though nowadays it is a sort of boozy National Blokes Day rather than a religious feast – has likewise vanished from our calendar.
Strangely, the most powerful festival in the modern year, after Christmas, is now Halloween, which is supernatural without being in any way religious.
Perhaps it is because I am a straggler of the last generation of English boys and girls to be brought up specifically as Protestant Christians, but I cannot find it in me to like Halloween.
I endured it in our friendly suburb when I lived in the wooded, cosy outskirts of Washington DC, because it would have been churlish not to. I liked our neighbours, and the children in our street ran freely in and out of every house, the joint concern of every adult. But something inside me was always asking if this was not in fact some sort of pagan festival, the enemy of the austere, orderly idea of the universe I had been brought up to embrace.
And then there are the war commemorations. It is of course a noble thing that each November we remember those who fell in war. And the ceremony at the Cenotaph is still explicitly Christian, or at least part of it is. But it is slightly puzzling that the ceremonies grow greater and more solemn, as the events they mark fall further into the past.
There is a hunger in most of us to be more serious, and to respect the past and the sacrifices of our forebears, and it needs to be satisfied. But the Christian religion is scarcely taught to the young as a living faith, much more as a peculiar tribal habit followed by some odd people in the past and some old people nowadays.
So Easter must seem especially cold and frightening, and incomprehensible to them.
CONTINUED
There is no fun here, just the dirty betrayal of a good man by those he thought were his friends, a screeching mob full of planted influencers egging it on, a cowardly politician giving in to them, a show trial with false witnesses, a wrongful execution of extreme cruelty, followed by nights of despair.
And then at the end of it, the most difficult and dangerous belief in all human thought, literature and philosophy – a man actually rising from the dead, still scarred and bleeding from the torture and the butchery, but also still himself and much more than that.
Maybe Easter will revive and grow again once it has ceased to be officially sanctioned and marked with public holidays. Perhaps those of us who still seek to be Christian should welcome the retreat of the Church – away from power and status and into an embattled, unpopular and often despised corner, where it must fight for its beliefs against the scorn that its founder so often faced, and overcame.
Last night, I was part of a small minority as I slipped into a silent church to eat the Lord’s Supper for Maundy Thursday, the darkest, bitterest night of the Christian year. We stepped outside the modern world and into a chilly evening on a Judaean hilltop, two thousand years ago.
Last night, I was part of a small minority as I slipped into a silent church to eat the Lord’s Supper for Maundy Thursday, the darkest, bitterest night of the Christian year. We stepped outside the modern world and into a chilly evening on a Judaean hilltop, two thousand years ago.
As the service re-enacted the Last Supper, and Jesus’s final hours of freedom in the Garden of Gethsemane, all decorations, candles and ornaments were stripped from the building, and the lights extinguished one by one until we were all left in the darkness and silence of a world entirely without hope. We filed out one by one without any of the usual conversations or greetings.
Today, I shall attend a heartbreakingly beautiful choral version of St John’s account of Jesus’s death, and sing, or in my case croak, the mysterious, bloodstained hymn When I Survey The Wondrous Cross before going out into streets, which are crammed with shoppers who are quite oblivious to the majesty of the great day.
You can keep the rest of it – buns, eggs, bunnies, bonnets and legs of lamb, the lot. A good dose of gloom is salve to the English soul. But I can easily see why not many others want to join me.
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they will all get strongly worded letters of concern.