Just a mom, wife, and proud MAGA woman. Britney Spears, dolphins, dogs & mental health advocate ❤️ Sharing what I love and support. #WeAreCharlieKirk
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My X is usually other things. Politics, news, whatever is loud that day. I don’t really use it for this.
But my husband and I have been working toward launching our audio production studio in Amarillo, TX for several years now. Maybe it’s time to just say what we’re doing and see if a few people find us.
Our view is simple. Independent production. Flat-rate, human-led, no gatekeeping. AI used for exploration and testing, not as the finished product. The goal is live musicians and singers performing the work.
We focus on professional sound without the usual barriers: no hourly clock, clear pricing up front, and a process that stays human-directed. We have a library of tracks ready for artists. They are concept tests and reference material—lyrics with legs, emotional arcs, arrangement ideas. They are not the release versions. We also have a wide foley library ready for game development or screen use.
We use the tools the way earlier producers used new gear: to move faster through early stages. The finished songs are meant for real people to play and sing. That is how the circle closes. Passion stays human. The tool helped shape the idea.
LLC and formal copyright registration are scheduled for early next year. We may not have “the look” that gets people past the first glance. But we do have the degrees, the documented process, the business plan, and years of consistent work and dedicated passion.
We know we look like a risk to a lot of artists who have already been burned by home producers or other studios in town. We are not asking anyone to ignore that. We are asking for a chance to be heard on our work itself.
There are amazing artists who want to create but have reasons to stay cautious. We want to connect with live performers who are open to interpreting original material developed through a disciplined, human-directed workflow. Reference demos stay private. Credit and terms are clear. No one is being replaced. The point is to show that the tools expand what one or two people can develop so that actual players and singers can finish it.
If any of this is interesting—or if you know someone who might want to hear more—reply or DM. We are not looking for capital or free labor. We are looking for people who want to play the songs and see whether our approach holds up.
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The 8-year-old from Georgia has a new habit. And it's spreading.
Every morning, she takes the city bus to school. In Tokyo, nobody talks on the bus. You tap your card. You look at your phone. You get off in silence, like a ninja with a commute.
On her first morning, Emma reached her stop, stood up, and shouted:
"THANK YOU, SIR!"
The driver jumped so hard his hat came off. Then he checked his mirrors, looking for the ambulance.
He's 64. He has driven that route for 38 years. In 38 years, he could count on one hand the people who had thanked him out loud.
That night, he asked his wife what "sir" meant. She knows a little English. She thought about it and said:
"It means you are a knight."
For the next week, he drove sitting up very, very straight.
His wife says he started ironing his uniform. And whistling in the morning. She hadn't heard him whistle in thirty years.
By the second week, Emma's classmates were doing it. "Thank you, sir!" in tiny, deadly serious voices.
By the fourth week, a grandmother with a shopping cart said it. "Sank you, sah!" Then a high school boy, very softly, like he was confessing to a crime.
A businessman told me he practiced it in the bathroom mirror at work.
Last Friday was the driver's final day before retirement.
Nobody planned it.
When Emma's stop came, she stood up and shouted, "THANK YOU, SIR!"
And forty people said it with her. Businessmen. Grandmothers. Kids with backpacks. The high school boy, out loud this time.
The driver pulled the bus over. He stood up. And he bowed to every single one of them.
Then he took off his hat, placed it on Emma's head, and said something in Japanese.
Her classmate translated:
"Starting today, you're the knight."
On Monday, there was a new driver. Young. Nervous. First week on the job.
At Emma's stop, forty people said, "Thank you, sir!"
He has no idea why.
He just thinks Tokyo is the friendliest city in the world.
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My cousin's daughter, Hana, was five when the tsunami came.
March 11, 2011. Her family got out. Their house didn't.
For a week, she slept on the floor of a school gym with three hundred other people. Every night, she cried for her stuffed rabbit. It was somewhere under the water.
Five days after the wave, an American plane came in low over Sendai. As it lined up to land, one of the airmen looked down at the beach.
Someone had spelled out a word with pine trees the tsunami had torn from the ground.
ARIGATO.
People who had just lost everything had dragged fallen trees across the sand to say thank you.
About 19,000 American service members came. One Marine officer on Okinawa found out he had less than four hours to leave. He kissed his little boy and went. They weren't strangers. They lived here. They were our neighbors.
The mission had a name. Operation Tomodachi. "Friend."
One morning, a truck pulled up to Hana's gym. Young American soldiers, unloading water.
One of them noticed a little girl crying in the corner.
He didn't speak Japanese. He knelt down, took a towel, and folded it into a rabbit. Then he pulled the name tape off his uniform and pressed it into her hand.
REYES.
She stopped crying.
The next day, he was gone. On to the next town. She never learned his first name.
Later, one of those airmen wrote about what he'd seen. He titled it: "Thank you not necessary."
Japan didn't listen. Letters, drawings, handmade signs poured into American bases until the Americans gave it a name of its own. Operation Arigato.
Hana sent one, too. A crayon drawing. A rabbit, and a man in green.
In 2024, an earthquake hit the Noto Peninsula. Hana was eighteen. She spent her spring break in a shelter there, folding towels into rabbits for every child who couldn't stop crying.
In her pocket was a faded name tape.
She's twenty now. Somewhere in America, there's a man named Reyes who has no idea.
Operation Tomodachi. Operation Arigato.
And one little girl who turned them both into her whole life.
Jennifer Schiele retweeted
@POTUS and @SecKennedy made it happen 👇
Starting this fall, over 80 medical schools across America are embracing 40 hours of nutrition education to better patient outcomes and reduce long-term cost of care.
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Imagine being trapped on a mountain highway in a blinding blizzard for three days with your children crying in the back seat, your fuel gauge near empty, and nothing left to eat.
In February 2014, a once-in-a-century snowstorm dumped forty-five inches of snow across Yamanashi Prefecture near Mount Fuji, burying highways and stranding more than one thousand cars in sub-zero cold.
Helicopters could not fly in the whiteout, and snowplows could not break through.
Stuck in the middle of that frozen traffic jam were white delivery trucks from Yamazaki Baking Company loaded with thousands of loaves of bread and sweet buns meant for supermarkets.
In many places, a seller sitting on the only food for miles might charge twenty dollars a loaf or lock his cargo doors.
Instead, the Japanese truck drivers unlatched their rear doors, stepped out into the waist-deep snow, and knocked on the frosted windows of stranded cars one by one.
With both hands, they handed out their entire cargo of bread for free, telling freezing parents: "These cannot reach the stores on time anyway, so please feed your children and stay warm."
Hours later, local villagers walked up the highway embankment carrying steaming pots of homemade pork miso soup and hot tea for total strangers.
When headquarters heard what the drivers had done without permission, the company praised their judgment.
In Japan, human life comes before inventory.
Jennifer Schiele retweeted
OMG
University of Houston - Downtown official Student Government Association held a campaign event with Bernie Sanders
The university and student government symbols are visible behind Bernie.
This is a direct violation of Texas law Government Code Chapter 556 and University System Policy 02.A.39
@uhdowntown is breaking the law
Cc @KenPaxtonTX
Jennifer Schiele retweeted
Christians are being slaughtered for their faith in Nigeria. The persecution of our brothers and sisters in Christ must not be met with silence.
Pray for the families mourning their loved ones and for the persecuted Church around the world.
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🚨#BREAKING: A mother is speaking out after a doctor in Arizona will face NO CRIMINAL CHARGES after he pronounced her 18-month-old baby as DECEASED and left him in a freezing hospital morgue for FIVE AND A HALF HOURS...
...BUT HER BABY WAS STILL ALIVE.
Baby Vincent was pulled from a backyard pool where doctors at Mercy Gilbert worked on him, and at 6:20 p.m., Dr. Aryan Toosi pronounced him de*d.
His parents said goodbye to their baby.
...but then a nurse said, "I have a pulse."
Police officers standing there heard the baby GASP.
Not once. Multiple times over the course of an hour.
And when an officer tried to tell the doctor the child might still be alive?
Per the report, the doctor "arrogantly" told him:
"I'm the doctor. I have the medical degree. I went to medical school for a reason. Let me do my thing."
So they put that living, breathing baby in the "cold room" morgue!!!!!
The room is kept at 36 degrees.
And there he stayed... FOR FIVE AND A HALF HOURS.
It wasn't until the medical examiner's transport team who showed up near MIDNIGHT to move a "body" and found the baby STILL BREATHING.
Little baby Vincent ended up surviving.
But sadly, he suffered serious brain damage, and his family says he'll need care for the rest of his life.
A baby was left to freeze in a morgue while he was still alive... because a doctor was too arrogant to listen to a nurse and 2 police officers.
And as of right now, that doctor faces NO criminal charges.
THIS IS CRAZY!!!!!
Jennifer Schiele retweeted
🚨 JUST NOW: President Trump posts a video showing the SHOCKING downfall of France, comparing videos from 100 years ago to now
France was one of the best countries in the world until it got taken over by third world barbarians.
They were warned!
Jennifer Schiele retweeted
You have 7 days left to vote for the country you want to see. For the values you want upheld. For the freedoms you want protected.
I pray you will utilize this precious gift, afforded to us by our founding fathers and protected by patriots like my Charlie, to stand up for conservative values this election cycle.
I used the Freedom Ticket that was worked on tirelessly by our @TPAction team, and I hope you’ll do the same: ticket.tppac.com
Your voice matters. Use it.
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In Tokyo, there are shops where a pair of old American work jeans costs more than my rent.
Not new jeans. Old ones. Paint stains. Torn knees. Patched by somebody's wife in 1962.
My friend owns one of these shops. Last month, I watched a 22-year-old Japanese kid buy a Carhartt jacket.
Duck canvas. Elbows worn through. A name written inside the collar in black marker: "D. MILLER."
In the pocket, a receipt from a feed store in Nebraska. 1987.
He had saved for three months.
I asked him why. For that money, he could buy ten new jackets.
He held up the sleeve. The cuffs were frayed from years of work.
"A man wore this every day for twenty years," he said. "Feeding cattle. In the snow. I want to become that kind of man."
In Japan, we have a word for this. Honmono (本物). "The real thing."
American work clothes are honmono. Every stain is proof that somebody showed up.
So if you're in Nebraska, and your name is Mr. Miller:
Your old jacket is in Tokyo.
A young man wears it every day.
He's trying to earn it.
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Thanks!
As Ron DeSantis enters the final weeks of his governorship of Florida, look at what he has accomplished.
His record is nothing short of miraculous and may be the single most effective governorship in the history of the United States.
Let’s remember….
He was the first to stand up to crazy COVID restrictions and reopen schools and businesses, he led the nation in school choice with more than half 1 million families now in the school of their choosing, he eliminated state debt and left the state with 18 billion in rainy day funds, and most importantly he signed the Heartbeat Protection Act, which ended most abortions after six weeks.
Everyone I know who lives in Florida says it is the most well-run state in the country. Well done governor!🙏
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Heavenly Father, protect America from those who seek to destroy our nation, our faith, and our freedoms.
Lord, watch over President Trump, our families, and every innocent child.
Expose those who wish this country harm and defeat their evil plans.
Give us the strength to stand for righteousness, the courage to defend our nation, and the faith to trust in You.
In Jesus’ mighty name, Amen.
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Hi Grace, here’s our response to “your story”:
Amaury Jose Monsalve Figuera, a CRIMINAL ILLEGAL ALIEN from Venezuela, was arrested for firearms, ammunition, drug, and open-container offenses.
His green card was revoked following immigration fraud proceedings, and an immigration judge ordered his removal on October 19.
Work authorization or a pending application does NOT make you an American citizen or give you the right to remain in this country.
He remains in ICE custody pending DEPORTATION.
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🚨 This needs more attention. Poll Watcher in New York City says she was removed before the ballots were sealed. She says election officials kicked out all the poll watchers, even called to have them removed. They would not seal the ballots and wouldn’t close the voting machines
“Something very sketchy happened while I was poll watching in the Bronx. I was closing a location, and at first I thought everything was fine. I had checked the numbers, and the number of voters who signed in matched the number of ballots scanned — I was just really pleased and getting ready to go home. And then I noticed something really weird.
Which was that all of the poll workers were checking out and going home and the voting machines were still open. They were unlocked, unsealed, and the ballots hadn't been taken out yet. Now, this is very strange.
I've been poll watching in New York City since 2021, and I've never seen that happen. The procedure is that every voting machine has a poll worker assigned to it, and at the end of the night, each individual poll worker closes down their voting machine, seals it, and takes the ballots out and seals the ballots. And the ballots and the voting machines were totally unsealed.
So I just sat down and waited to see them take the ballots out and seal them. And then the coordinator started getting really like antsy and nervous, and they were like, you're all done, you got your numbers, you can go. And they actually got on the phone and called the deputy chief clerk who told me that I had to leave. And I said, no, I'm a poll watcher. I'm supposed to stay until the ballots are sealed and the police pick them up — They finally took the ballots out of the machine and put them in bags on the floor. And I said, they're not sealed.
And then they got the seals out and they put the seals on. I said, can I see the seal numbers? They said no. I said, did you check the seal number on the paperwork and initial it? She said yes. I said, can I see it? She said no”
“A guy named Charles, to close down the voting machines by himself. And I said, the voting machines aren't sealed. And he said, I'm sealing them, but he wasn't”
This means after all the poll watchers leave, Democrats could easily introduce any additional ballots they wanted to and also change the ballots in there
In New York the law says poll watchers are specifically authorized to observe the unlocking, examination and related sealing steps for voting machines and ballot boxes
It’s 2020 all over again. This will keep happening because no one ever gets held accountable for stealing our elections
We need federal intervention. Everyone involved should be going to prison
Beautiful
To my American friends, there is something I wish more people understood about Japan and America.
Somewhere in America, an old photograph may still show a young soldier who went to war in Japan. Somewhere in Japan, a family may still keep a photograph of someone who never came home.
Those people belonged to a world that no longer exists. They knew a kind of hatred and sorrow that we, their grandchildren, can only try to imagine.
And yet, look at us now.
I am Japanese. You are American. We meet here on X, share our meals, laugh at our jokes, talk about our families, and sometimes argue over the best way to cook a brisket.
Just think about that for a moment.
Our grandparents could have spent their entire lives believing the other side was their enemy. Today, their grandchildren can become friends without even thinking twice about it.
In 2011, when the Great East Japan Earthquake devastated my country, America came to help. Operation Tomodachi. Operation Friendship.
I will never forget that name.
Because friendship is easy to talk about when nothing is at stake. But when people are suffering, when homes are gone and families are searching for loved ones, friendship becomes something you can see. Something you can feel. Something that stays in your heart long after the world moves on.
I was there when Japan was hurting. And I saw that we were not alone.
Sometimes, I wonder what the people who died in that terrible war would think if they could see us today.
Would a Japanese grandfather be surprised to see his grandson thanking an American stranger for his kindness?
Would an American grandfather smile to see his granddaughter sharing a laugh with someone whose grandfather might once have stood on the other side of a battlefield?
I hope they would.
I hope they would look at us and realize that the world they left behind did not have to remain the world we inherited.
We cannot change what happened to them. We cannot bring back the lives lost on either side. And we should never pretend that the pain never existed.
But perhaps we can do something for them.
We can refuse to inherit their hatred.
We can remember their sacrifices without teaching our children to hate the children of those who once fought them.
And we can keep building a friendship that would have seemed impossible to someone standing on a battlefield 80 years ago.
So, to my American friends who read my posts, share your lives with me, and treat a Japanese stranger like a friend, thank you.
You may think you are just leaving a comment, sharing a photo, or having an ordinary conversation with someone in Japan.
But you are part of something much bigger than that.
You are proof that history does not have to end where the fighting stops.
Sometimes, the most beautiful victory is not defeating your former enemy.
It is reaching a day when your grandchildren no longer see each other as enemies at all.
And if the grandchildren of those who once fought each other can now sit together, laugh together, raise their children in peace, and argue about barbecue sauce…
Then maybe, just maybe, we are giving the people we lost something they never got to experience themselves.
A world where the next generation can become friends.
From Japan, with all my heart, thank you, America.
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To my dear American friends who take the time to read my posts,
There is something I have wanted to tell you.
I am Japanese. I was born on the other side of the ocean, in a country with a different language, a different history, and a different way of life.
Yet, somehow, through this little corner of the internet, you have made that distance feel so much smaller.
Every time you leave a kind comment, share a piece of your life, or simply stop by to read my words, you remind me that friendship does not always need a shared language or a place to call home together.
Sometimes, all it takes is a kind heart on the other side of the world.
I may never visit your hometown. I may never sit at your dinner table or meet your family. But through your words, your stories, your humor, and your kindness, I have been allowed to see a little piece of your world.
And I am grateful for that.
Before I met you, I knew America as a powerful country.
Now, I am learning to know America through the people who call it home.
And that means more to me than you might ever realize.
So, to every American who has ever read my posts, left a comment, or made me smile from thousands of miles away:
Thank you for making a Japanese person feel a little closer to your world.
We may have been born under different flags, but we still share the same sky.
And I hope that, in some small way, my words have made you feel a little closer to Japan, too.
With love and gratitude from Japan.
