She actually said that as she tried to defend the idea that the 14th ammendment applied to illegal aliens who have no intention of assimilating into the American culture.
She also attempted to quote a Senate debate from the 1800s, then admitted that she has no idea if the people she was “quoting” were even senators.
And she acturally used a quote that hurt her argument. Her cornbread definitely ain’t done in the middle and she has clearly proven herself to be almost as sharp as a marble. Wonder if she even knows what a woman is yet?
Someone has pointed out that her statement quoted in the pic above is so ghetto.
Leftist Mob Melts Down Over ‘Deport White Liberals’ Shirt at Anti-Trump Protest
Rancho Palos Verdes, California — March 28, 2026. So much for tolerant liberals. A pack of “No Kings” protesters swarmed a lone conservative man wearing a “Deport White Liberals” t-shirt outside Trump National Golf Club, screaming insults and demanding he leave because one guy with a different opinion somehow terrified them.
The video shows the man standing his ground calmly as dozens circle him, megaphones blaring and the crowd chanting nonstop. “Racist! Racist! Racist!” a woman shouts through the megaphone. “Go home! Go home!”
Protesters pile on with raw fury. “You’re a fucking racist!” one yells. “Racists go home! Racists go home!” the group chants in unison, whistles and noise filling the air. When the man quietly responds, “I’m not a racist,” they drown him out instantly: “Yes you are!” “Get the fuck out!” “Leave! Racist!”
The harassment continues for the full 40 seconds captured: “Racists go home!” repeated like a broken record, with extra jabs like “You’re scaring people!” thrown in. Police stand nearby watching but don’t step in as the mob presses close, all because one man dared show up with a shirt mocking their own hypocrisy.
This is the “resistance” in action — peaceful on paper, but a snarling intolerance fest up close. One guy outnumbered 50-to-1 triggers their full meltdown, proving once again that leftists love diversity of everything except thought. Free speech only applies when you agree with them. The rest get labeled, shouted down, and chased off.
Senator Cory Booker’s claim that this Iran conflict is one of the greatest presidential blunders of our time is not just wrong, it is dangerously misleading. Iran has been a hostile actor for nearly half a century, funding terrorism, threatening global stability, and openly calling for the destruction of the United States and its allies. Pretending that confronting that reality is a mistake ignores decades of aggression. This is not a sudden crisis created out of thin air. It is a long overdue response to a regime that has tested limits for years.
What we are seeing is not reckless leadership, but decisive action where others hesitated. President Trump is operating with strategic intent, not political theater, and it is no surprise he is not broadcasting every move to a Congress filled with people actively working against him. Meanwhile, the media continues to amplify fear and repeat talking points designed to undermine confidence rather than report results. Booker and his allies are not offering solutions. They are offering panic, and Americans are expected to believe it. — The Federalist Papers
As a frail 71-year-old preacher laid on the table behind the pulpit, he preached his last sermon. Too weak to stand, he was carried into the Methodist church in Richmond, Virginia. It was March 24, 1816. Though weakened in health, he spoke for an hour with an unmistakable quiet authority. The congregants were rapt with every word as they perceived the magnitude of the moment. The Prophet of the Long Road was nearing the end of a remarkable journey.
Fittingly, he preached on Romans 9:28, “For he will finish the work…”
For forty-five years he faithfully ministered in a country not his own. Yet this man sent by John Wesley left family and loved ones in England, never to return again to his homeland. His heart found its resting place in Him. A memorial erected near this Methodist church where the last sermon was preached denotes him as one “whose only home was his saddle, his parish the continent.” This inscription upon a memorial was clearly evident with every step along the long road this faithful circuit rider trekked.
This man was Francis Asbury.
His last journal entry on December 7, 1815 grants us a glimpse into the life of the Father of American Methodism:
“My consolations are great. I live in God from moment to moment.”
The saddle was his home and the continent was his parish simply because he found his greatest satisfaction and source of consolation in Christ during each passing moment. His longevity in God was sustained with a heart utterly dependent upon God’s grace. Though Asbury suffered much to advance God’s kingdom, he faithfully preached Christ until the very end.
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