This is what it looks like when civilization ends.

At the Nordhausen concentration camp, an American soldier named Lee Davis found a prisoner so thin that he could not lift his head. The man blinked, barely alive. Davis knelt down, broke off a piece of his chocolate ration, and gently stuffed it into his mouth. The man burst into tears, unable to chew, but holding the chocolate as if it were gold. "He hadn't spoken in weeks," another soldier said, "but he whispered 'thank you,' in English." Private Davis remained by his side all night. The man survived. For years, he wrote to Davis, calling him "the man who brought flavor back to the world." It's always good to be good.

August 21, 2015. A train was cutting through Belgium at 186 miles per hour, carrying 554 people headed home, headed to work, headed toward lives they assumed they'd finish living. Spencer Stone was asleep in his seat. He was 23, a U.S. Air Force airman traveling on vacation through Europe with two friends he’d known since childhood — Alek Skarlatos, a National Guardsman just back from Afghanistan, and Anthony Sadler, a college student. They had backpacks, tickets, plans for the trip of a lifetime. They had no idea the story they were about to live. In the train's bathroom, a man named Ayoub El Khazzani prepared. He had an AK-47, a pistol, a box cutter, and 270 rounds of ammunition. He had a plan. And in a narrow, sealed train car moving nearly 200 mph through rural Europe, the math was simple: he could kill everyone before help arrived. He stepped out and opened fire. Passengers screamed. People dove under seats, froze, pressed themselves against walls. Mark Moogalian, a French-American, lunged at the rifle and was shot in the back. The gun jammed. El Khazzani reached for his pistol. He had 270 rounds. He had time. A train full of people with nowhere to run. Spencer Stone woke up. There’s a moment in crisis — a fraction of a second — when your brain presents options. Hide. Run. Wait for someone else. Most people choose one. Stone didn’t. He stood. He looked at Skarlatos. No words. They moved. Stone ran full speed down the aisle toward a man who had already shot someone, whose pistol was raised, finger on the trigger. The gun misfired. Stone tackled him, grabbed his neck, dragged him down. The fight was chaotic, brutal, close-quarters. El Khazzani slashed with a box cutter, cutting deep across Stone’s neck and hands. Stone didn’t let go. Skarlatos hit the AK-47 with force. Sadler jumped in. A British businessman, Chris Norman, ran in to help. Four men. One bleeding badly. One holding a rifle he couldn’t fire. Two civilians with no training. They held the attacker down for what felt like a lifetime. Stone collapsed afterward. Blood poured from a deep neck wound, millimeters from killing him instantly. But he was trained. One hand pressed to his own neck, he crawled to Moogalian, who had been shot. He applied pressure, kept him talking, saved him while managing his own injury. The train stopped in Arras. Paramedics came. Surgeons worked for hours. Stone shouldn’t have survived. He woke up groggy, bandaged, tubes everywhere. His first words weren’t about himself. They were about the others. “Did anyone else get hurt?” They told him: minor injuries to two others. No deaths. El Khazzani’s plan to kill 554 people had been stopped after three shots because one unarmed airman refused to sit down. 554 people went home that night. Stone went home weeks later, scarred, partially disabled in his thumb, eventually retired medically from the Air Force. France awarded Stone, Skarlatos, and Sadler the Légion d’honneur. Clint Eastwood made a movie with the three of them playing themselves. But none of that matters most. What matters is the question asked in a hospital bed by a man who almost died for strangers: “Did anyone else get hurt?” That is what heroism truly looks like.

My post about France went viral. Thousands of likes. Many Americans told me: "Democrats aren't socialists. America will never be France." I want to answer that seriously, step by step. Start with a simple observation. Look at what has gotten cheaper in America over the last 25 years: TVs, phones, software, clothes, toys. Now look at what has exploded: college tuition, healthcare, childcare, housing. What separates the two lists? The first lives in competitive markets. The second is exactly where government is most involved: subsidies, mandates, licensing, zoning, regulation. College. Washington lends students almost unlimited money. Universities know the money will always come, so they raise tuition and hire more administrators. The student pays the bill for twenty years. More government money, higher prices. Housing. Why can't a nurse buy a home in the city where she works? Not because of capitalism. Because of zoning laws, permits, environmental reviews, years of procedure to build a single building. The most expensive places to live in America are the places where it's hardest to build. When building is nearly illegal, prices explode. Healthcare. The patient almost never sees the price. A third party pays, regulations limit who can compete, and costs climb year after year with no one able to say no. So here is the trap. The problems you suffer from are not the failure of free markets. They are the places where the market has already been replaced by the state. And the solution you're being offered is more of the same. That's the Trojan horse. It always works the same way. A real problem. A generous-sounding promise. A program that makes things worse. Then the failure of that program becomes the argument for the next one. People who lived under communism in Poland learned to recognize the lie and the mask the lie wears. The lie never presents itself as a lie. It presents itself as compassion. In France we are at the end of that road. Debt we can never repay. Young people who can't afford a home. Our best people leaving. And every few years our cities burn. Nobody voted for this. They voted for one more generous promise, fifty years in a row. If you're a Republican, share this with the Democrat in your life. Not to win an argument. To start a conversation. If you're a Democrat, I'm not asking you to switch teams. I'm asking you to look at the pattern. Wherever the state took over, life became unaffordable. Don't fix the failures of government with more government. Stay American. Ask for less state, not more.

Time for a reminder.. Malcolm had the right idea..

We need to recognize that the pro-Palestinian protests are fundamentally protests against the West, and their ambitions are much greater than eradicating Israel from the river to the sea. We need to take these threats seriously.

#NeverForget 🇺🇸

After my numerous and lengthy meetings and conversations with The Met, I am pleased that they have agreed to not honor John Galliano. From the beginning, I have told them that I strongly disagreed with this decision, and at this rising time of antisemitism, it had served as a gut punch to the Jewish community. This is the correct decision, as the harm and pain this was causing was simply unacceptable. Museums such as The Met must be held to a high standard of inclusiveness and tolerance, and I am pleased that they have listened to the concerns I have raised and reacted with the right decision. As the daughter of a Holocaust survivor, and as the first Jewish speaker of the New York City Council, this decision was personal to me, and the Jewish community and I felt a strong obligation to speak out.

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Twins in horses is a rare occasion and both of them living is even more rare but miracles do happen. God bless you Momma! 🥰🙏🏻🐎

🇺🇸 🇮🇱 Sylvester Stallone: “Antisemitism has no place in this world. Hatred against Jews is something humanity should have overcome a long time ago. If you are Jewish, be proud. Your history is a story of survival, of faith, and of light. And the world needs more light.“

What does @NYCMayor Mamdani have to say after inspiring these attacks?

This is why Israel has been prospering and thriving for 77 years. Israel celebrates life. Israel celebrates love. The people of Israel will live forever.