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@Hana_b30 Once the cat settled into the lion’s mane, the lion was afraid to move.

@Teslaconomics Did he find a body?

Umm… anyone wanna take a guess on what Elon means by this?

@ScottPresler It’s ironic that when you call them they want your name, your phone number, and your email address. They want way more identification just to talk to a senator than they want for you to vote for a senator.

Would you all be so kind to call Senator Thune’s offices tomorrow — in DC & South Dakota? I hope you’ll tell his staff over the phone that you’re not a paid influencer — peacefully: Aberdeen 605-225-8823 Sioux Falls 605-334-9596 Rapid City 605-348-7551 DC 202-224-2321

@peterrhague Well it was a threaded post.

Bloody hell, that must have been quite a Facebook post

@TrungTPhan If this is real, he should be fired. He doesn’t even know how to “attack” this burger. He apparently doesn’t eat hamburgers. There is no way he can direct McDonalds to make better products that the customers want.

Ray Kroc used to drive around unannoced to McDonalds stores and ate few burgers a day (while counting burger wrappers in competitors trash to gauge their sales). Current McDonald’s CEO Chris Kempczinski looks like he gonna hurl after eating new Big Arch.

@OlenaRohoza @JackCarrUSA is there a little Simo Häyh in James Reece, or possibly another of your characters?

He killed 542 men in 100 days without ever looking through a scope. Then he disappeared back into an ordinary life — so ordinary that the world nearly forgot he had ever existed. Simo Häyhä was small in stature — five foot three — stocky and quiet. His hands were calloused from farm tools, not polished by ceremonial sabers. In the rural southeast of Finland, near the village of Rautjärvi, he was known as a dependable neighbor. He hunted. He farmed. He kept to himself. Nothing about him suggested legend. Then came November 30, 1939. The Soviet Union invaded Finland, beginning what would later be known as the Winter War. Moscow expected a swift campaign. The Red Army brought roughly half a million soldiers, along with tanks, aircraft, and artillery. They outnumbered Finnish forces by nearly three to one. On paper, it looked less like a war and more like an inevitability. But snow does not follow paper calculations. That winter was merciless. Temperatures dropped to minus 40 degrees. Engines froze. Metal stuck to bare skin. Forests swallowed sound. The Finns knew the terrain the way farmers know their fields and hunters know animal tracks. Simo Häyhä was one of those men. He had grown up skiing through those forests, reading wind and shadow, standing motionless until game appeared. When he joined the Finnish Army, he did not transform into something new. He simply applied the skills he had built over years to a different purpose. Dressed head to toe in white, he vanished into the snowfields. He packed snow in front of his rifle barrel so the muzzle blast would not kick up powder and reveal his position. He held snow in his mouth to cool his breath, reducing the visible vapor that could give him away in the cold air. He lay still for hours, sometimes entire days, letting the forest settle around him. He did not stalk. He waited. What made him especially dangerous was a choice most snipers would consider illogical. He refused to use a telescopic sight. While others relied on scopes, Häyhä used only iron sights — the simplest aiming system available. He believed a scope could reflect sunlight like a signal mirror. It required lifting the head slightly higher, increasing visibility. In extreme cold, lenses could fog or freeze. Iron sights were lower, sturdier, and more reliable. He trusted his rifle and his eyes. In fewer than 100 days of combat, he recorded more than 500 confirmed kills with his rifle. Some estimates place the number at 542. That figure does not include additional enemy soldiers he killed with a submachine gun in close combat. Five hundred men. In forests locked in ice. In a war his country was not expected to survive. The Soviets gave him a name: the White Death. White Death. Sniper teams were dispatched to hunt him. Entire units were tasked with finding one farmer in a white jacket. Artillery shelled forests where scouts believed he might be hiding. Officers warned soldiers against careless movement across open ground. The idea that one man could inflict such damage deeply unsettled them. He was no longer just a sniper. He became winter with a trigger. On March 6, 1940, a Soviet explosive bullet — designed to maximize damage — struck him in the face. It shattered his jaw, tore through his cheek, and disfigured the left side of his face. Comrades found him unconscious, barely recognizable, and carried him from the battlefield, assuming he would not survive. He fell into a coma. Seven days later, he opened his eyes. The day he regained consciousness was the day the war ended. Despite overwhelming odds, Finland endured. The country lost territory but retained its independence. Häyhä, disfigured and permanently changed, survived the conflict that turned him into a myth. Then he did something almost no one expected. He went home. No book deals. No speeches about heroism. No attempt to turn reputation into money. He returned to Rautjärvi, to fields and forests.

@2StripesCPD @RyanDLeaf I was there in my Father-in-Laws season ticket seats. It was a glorious day!

Ryan Leaf in the 1997 Apple Cup: 22-38, 358 yards, 3 total TD in a 41-35 win, sending Washington State to the Rose Bowl 🌹

@25YearsAgoLive That guy is playing Galaga, and he thought we wouldn’t notice.

It is reported that Enron cannot keep up with accounting meetings, and that its audit committee is not knowledgeable about the company’s financial situation. The Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) opens an investigation into Enron’s finances.

Tok comedian Pat Smith hilariously points out how bloody stupid our country is. Comedy has always been a mirror to society. The only clowns left are the circus masquerading as politicians. #UK #Labour #Tories

This video exposes insightful observation, on the trend of not having kids, and not dancing at dances or clubs. It’s not good. Are they connected? Our full potential, our human experience is not to be isolated dopamine addicts. 🤔 How do we fix this?

Reminds me of the time we didn’t wake my son up for school and he was late…to homeschool. 😂 he was late to school so that meant no football practice 🏈. His coach never let him live that down. “Exactly how were you late to homeschool!?! Your classroom is like 10 feet from your bed!”

We stopped waking our kids up for school. 4 kids ages 9 - 15 in 4 different schools. Last week my wife and I woke up and were like "What are we even doing? Why are we waking up our kids for school? Over and over? Oh, and why are we still making the 9 year old's lunch?" We want them to be high agency people, and to experience consequences. They all have alarm clocks. And hands. But sometimes we don't live according to what we believe. So we stopped waking them up and making them lunch - cold turkey. Kids were late. Panic ensued (for like 2 days). No one died or starved. We should have done it years ago. If you let them fail small at home then the failure will be much more manageable outside of the home. That's the gamble we're taking, anyway. I'll let you know if it works in 30 years.

@DavidLimbaugh I hear you. Every trip from Oregon to Florida, I bring the rain with me and my left-behind Oregonians enjoy the best week of the year in Oregon.

So I go to Florida for a week to enjoy better weather and guess what? Mr. Murphy, the lawgiver of Murphy’s Law, is making it 70+ degrees in Cape Girardeau, Missouri this week! How can I enjoy my stay if my evil friends in Missouri also have nice weather? I’m outraged.

@GoDucks @oregonfootball @chrisgonzo28 I rooted for the Seahawks, but mad respect for Christian Gonzalez, he balled out today!

For the O. @chrisgonzo28 x #GoDucks 📸 Phil Ellsworth | ESPN

🤯HOLY MOLY!! I NEVER KNEW THIS ABOUT A STEEL DRUM! 👂🏻LISTEN TO THIS!!

If your position at The Washington Post was recently eliminated, please consider applying to write for The Babylon Bee. We are seeking applicants experienced in writing fictional content presented in the tone and style of a legitimate news organization.

This is not the almanac you’re looking for…(not saying it’s bad, it’s just not the origina. Give both a follow) • The Old Farmer’s Almanac: More traditional, nostalgic, with humor, folklore, and a heritage feel. Founded in 1792 by Robert B. Thomas in New England. It’s the oldest continuously published periodical in North America (over 230 years as of 2026). Published by Yankee Publishing Inc. in Dublin, New Hampshire. • Farmers’ Almanac: Practical, accessible, everyday advice with a modern twist on wisdom. Founded in 1818 by David Young in New Jersey. It ran for over 200 years but announced its final print edition in 2026…until new ownership took over. Both offer similar practical info like planting calendars, moon phases, and best days for activities, but they are independently produced with no shared ownership or editorial team. If you’re looking for the long-standing one that’s still fully active in print and online, that’s The Old Farmer’s Almanac at almanac.com. The Farmers’ Almanac site (farmersalmanac.com) continues for its legacy content but marked the end of its annual print run recently.

I don’t say this often…. Follow them, I did

Scott Adams broke new ground in death. Recording his show to his last breath he did something remarkable. He invited those who loved him into his sitting room, shepherded them through their grief, prepared them for his inevitable death, and without hiding any of the ravages of the disease that took him. He somehow did it all with remarkable dignity and stoicism. Just days ago he laughed through the pain as guests lined up to spend time with him. It was remarkable to observe. No hint of a man putting affairs in order, or seeking last minute reassurances or plaudits. Rather, it was like a father comforting his children. To document his decline and death, his human interactions and giving closure to those he knew would need it the most, he did the impossible - he made dying on livestream noble. A remarkable end to an already remarkable life.

@ScottAdamsSays The simultaneous anti-diabetes sip with Scott Adams.

Of course

@ScottAdamsSays , thank you. All four of my grandparents were ill then passed away while I was over 3,000 miles away, and too young to visit on my own. It was also before FaceTime. I missed out on their wisdom and experiences, and hearing their stories. You have given me that missed experience. I always enjoyed your writing, and have grown to appreciate many more aspects of your life. Thank you for sharing your end of life path with us. I pray for you still and hope we have more days with you.

I have a favor to ask. If my work helped you, or someone you know, please follow my biographer and good friend @joelpollak and leave a comment here in case he wants to follow up with you on DMs. It gives me great joy to learn about any contribution I made. I tried to be useful.