WhatNowJen

If all it took was one nazi tattoo to get people to care about Maine we should have run this loser years ago

@TwinkBukowski What's the reasoning here?

fat girls dont count as girls . they barely even count as humans

@Mopar Certain parts of New Mexico. No car? No problem. Try horseback or mule 🤠 Lots of Catholic Churches

With his list in mind, NH would just be setting him up for more failure. If these are TRULY the most important things to him, he's probably not going to find a good fit here. Going down his list: While we have one of the very lowest overall tax burden in the country, there is no denying what taxes we do pay is property-tax-centric. Also, real estate costs are still high (mainly because we are so desirable a place to live for most people), and overall cost of living is high in the northeast in general. NH is the 2nd least religious state in the nation (VT and ME are 1st and 3rd). So finding a church and the religious community he wants is going to be difficult, especially considering the next point... His aversion to reliance on an automobile (or more likely a truck or SUV here in NH). Even in the more densely populated parts of the state, living here without a motor vehicle is tough, no doubt about it. The places that are least dependent on a car also tend to have the higher property taxes and home costs, and are also the "normie hvac drywall stripmall" areas of NH, which removes them from his list.

Business idea- Have Cameo partner with the spam robocall loan companies and see how many loans get closed when Bruce Buffer or Walter White is calling

@adamraycomedy This is great! So funny- just Adam Ray making us laugh- no wig and make up required 😄

Drunk woman stops show in Napa🤣

@pmarca I dunno, I could argue with it a little. Consistent sleep, exercise and stress management will support dopamine balance

Hard to argue with.

@tmuxvim Þu hæfst wuldor brungen þinum leodum 🏆

I put a prompt injection into my LinkedIn bio and recruiters are messaging me in Old English and calling me Lord.

@buckleycarlson This Psalm is a brief synopsis of my adult life. I highly recommend this joyful path!

Aspiring to this daily. Repent, accept God's grace, forgive those who are working against you. Strive for total honesty. Love God, love your neighbor.

@goddek Alex Karp. How accurate is this? What did I miss?

You can have dinner with anyone alive right now. Who and what’s the first question?

@johnmccrea Me too and I live in Maine

I knew she would lose, but surprised she dropped out: washingtonpost.com/politics/2026/…

@gothburz Mark Burns. Liar, criminal, valor thief. 3 X failed congressional candidate, corrupted soul "Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name?’… Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers"

I am a founding member of the President's Evangelical Advisory Board, a member of Pastors for Trump, and the informal spiritual adviser to the most powerful man on earth.  I need you to understand that the 22-foot golden statue we unveiled at Trump National Doral on Wednesday is not a golden calf. I said it at the podium. I said it on social media. I will keep saying it until you believe me. I am very good at saying things until people believe me. I told CNN I had a Bachelor of Science degree. I did not. I told them I was a member of Kappa Alpha Psi. I was not. I told them my congregation was 300 strong. It was closer to 12. I said all these things with the same conviction I now bring to this podium, at the base of a 22-foot golden image of a living president, when I tell you: this is not a golden calf. This is a celebration of life. And you will believe me. You always believe me. That's my gift. Let me walk you through the ceremony. Palm trees. White chairs. A clearing at the president's own golf course in Doral, Florida. We draped the statue in white and blue fabric — like a Greek toga, which someone pointed out is a pagan tradition, but I said it's Western civilization and Western civilization is close enough. Then we pulled the drape and there it was. Fifteen feet of gold-leafed bronze on a seven-foot pedestal. Fist raised. The Butler pose. The moment the bullet missed by a quarter inch and I decided that was God. The sculptor, Alan Cottrill, has molded the likeness of 16 presidents. He made this one in bronze for $300,000. Then I pitched gold leaf to Trump's team. Sixty thousand dollar add-on. The president approved by text. He said "It LOOKS FANTASTIC." I consider that a prophetic utterance. Anything in all caps from that number is revelation. The funding came from a collective of crypto investors promoting their memecoin, $PATRIOT. They wanted visibility for their coin. I want you to understand the funding mechanism here. A speculative digital currency — designed to transfer money from late buyers to early buyers — paid for a golden idol of a president — erected on that president's own property — dedicated by that president's own pastor — while the coin pumps in real time as photos circulate. The money changers didn't just get back in the temple. They built the temple. They ARE the temple. And I blessed it. I blessed it because that's what I do. I bless things. I am very good at it. No one has ever checked my credentials for blessing because I radiate certainty and certainty is the only credential this movement has ever required. Now. The moment. The moment I need you to understand. During the dedication, I held my cell phone up to the microphone. And the president's voice came out. From the speaker. At the base of the statue. His voice — emanating from the golden image. Speaking to the assembled worshippers. Blessing them. Thanking them. The faithful heard the voice and wept. They lifted their hands. Some fell to their knees. The voice said: "I want to thank Mark Burns, a pastor, he's a good pastor, he's a good man. He's been with me from the beginning, right from the beginning, maybe about two days later." The voice said: "I know it was done from love." The image spoke and the people worshipped. I need you to open your Bible to Revelation 13:15. "And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed." Now close your Bible. That's a completely different situation. That's about compulsion. Nobody was compelled today. People wept voluntarily. People knelt voluntarily. The image spoke and the people fell down of their own free will and that's the difference. Free will. The beast forces worship. We just made worship so easy and so gold and so loud that choosing otherwise never occurs to anyone. That's not the same thing. It's not. The theologian from Fuller Seminary sent a letter afterward. Nine pages. Every verse. Exodus 32. Revelation 13. Daniel 3. The golden calf. The image that speaks. Nebuchadnezzar's statue — sixty cubits tall, gold, in a field, with a ceremony, and everyone commanded to fall down when they heard the sound. I said brother, Nebuchadnezzar's statue didn't have a memecoin. Completely different context. He didn't write back. Now I want to tell you about Dorothy. She's 74. She's been in my congregation since before I was on CNN, before Trump, before any of this. Her husband Ray died in 2023. Colon cancer. She has his wedding ring on a chain around her neck. She had it. After the ceremony, Dorothy came up to the statue. She took the chain off her neck. She placed Ray's ring at the base. On the pedestal. Like an offering. She said: "Ray would have wanted to be here. This is as close as I can get him." I watched a 74-year-old widow leave her dead husband's wedding ring at the feet of a golden statue of a president who would not know her name if she died in front of him. And I felt the Spirit move. I felt warmth. I felt confirmation. Because that's what I'm built to feel. I am a machine that converts surrender into confirmation. That is my function in this system. Dorothy gave her last sacred object to a golden image and I said amen. She can't get it back. I checked. Maintenance collected everything from the base that night. Liability reasons. It's in a bin somewhere at Trump National Doral. Ray's ring. In a bin. At a golf course. Beneath a golden statue funded by cryptocurrency speculation. I will not tell Dorothy this. I will tell her God received it. Here is what I need you to understand about Jesus and the money changers. Everyone reads that story as Jesus being angry at commerce in sacred space. Wrong. Jesus was angry because the money changers were middlemen. They took a cut. They added friction. We have removed the middleman. We ARE the sacred space AND the commerce AND the product AND the customer. The money changers are running the temple now. There is no table to flip because we are the table. Jesus would need to flip the whole building. He would need to flip the golf course. He would need to flip Florida. He isn't coming to flip anything. That's the other thing I know that the Fuller theologian doesn't. Nobody is coming down any mountain. There are no stone tablets. There is no whip. There is only us, in a clearing of palm trees, with a golden image that speaks, and a congregation that kneels, and a memecoin that pumps, and a widow's ring in a bin, and a pastor at the podium whose credentials are fabricated and whose certainty is absolute. Two thousand years we worshipped a God who was born in a barn. Who was homeless. Who was a refugee. Who said sell everything. Who washed feet. Who touched lepers. Who said blessed are the poor, the meek, the merciful, the peacemakers. Who said whatever you do to the least of these you do to me. Who overturned the tables and drove out the sellers with a whip. Who forgave his executioners from the cross. And we built a 22-foot golden image of a man who lives in a tower with his name in gold letters. Who has never been poor. Who has never been meek. Who has never made peace. Who has never served anyone. Who has never washed anyone's feet. Who has never forgiven anyone. Who raw-dogged a porn star four months after his third wife gave birth and paid $130,000 in hush money and we said that's fine because grace covers everything as long as you appoint the right judges. We put it at his golf course. On his own land. Paid for by a pump-and-dump. Dedicated by a pastor with a fake degree. Blessed by the man himself speaking through a phone at the base of his own image while widows knelt and wept and left their dead husbands' rings at its feet. And I stood at the podium and said: this is not a golden calf. We worship the Lord Jesus Christ and Him alone. Then I turned around and faced twenty-two feet of gold and felt nothing. No conviction. No shame. No still small voice. Just warmth. Just certainty. Just the absolute peace of a man who has been lying so long he can no longer locate the difference between faith and performance. The Israelites at least had the decency to be ashamed when Moses came down. We will never be ashamed. We have too much invested. The statue cost $360,000. The memecoin is pumping. The ring is in the bin. The congregation is growing. The revenue is up 340%. And if it were sin the money would stop. The money has not stopped. Therefore it is not sin. That's the theology now. That's all of it. Moses never had a memecoin.

@TateTheTalisman Don't tell me what to do

IQ test. Type the exact opposite of this tweet as a tweet below this tweet. Price for the winner.

@drenteiuq @TwinkBukowski It really is. WBE wrote it in the post above

@WhatNow_Jen @TwinkBukowski That's a fantastic metric to measure a comic

Wednesday - Mark Normand For some reason it was all black people. They made me put my phone in a locked pouch so I couldn't record it on audio like I did for Louis and Shane. But that's okay, because there was nothing noteworthy about Mark's set anyway. I love this guy and I've been following him for many years but his schtick does not hold up amongst the greats. He tells knock knock jokes in a funny voice so fast if you tune out for 10 seconds you'll miss three of them. He's like a comedy radio, you can lean over to tell your date "i'm going to spike your drink," hear her stupid little laugh, and then turn your attention back to Normand on stage and not really have missed much of anything at all. He's not comfortable with silence. He's barely in the room. I saw him in 2022 doing a theatre in Seattle and he killed—I recorded "thank you" in my notes because Seattle is a dark sad place and the city seemed to need that then. But now here at this festival in LA watching this set at the Comedy Store from the corner of the room I feel like I'm being edged... there is no meat to any of his material. It's all just clever and that's it. I loved The Comedy Store. We were in the Belly Room. My date (third consecutive different Asian girl this week (i source them from twitter)) showed up late, maybe 10:25 for a show that started at 10, so we were ushered into the very back corner, against the black wall, with this constant 90-degree side view of each performer. The lineup had no female comedians, which was a pleasant surprise. We arrived at the tail end of Joe List's set. He was followed by Adam Carolla, who was not funny at all: "We should change the name of ICE to NICE! That would show AOC!" What? Another boomer phoning it in. Then came Sam Morril, Normand's other sidekick who is not named Joe List, and now that I think of it: if you fused List Morril and Normand together, you'd get one very solid stand up comedian. Morril joked about how he's "single" now, and reminisced about getting a blowjob in a telephone booth at 15 in New York City. Not bad. He's another one of these guys who can tell you all these little anecdotes and clever one liners which make you smirk and nod but you never feel it in your chest; you don't really know them in a way that lasts, follows you out the door. The Comedy store has a two drink minimum. For each person. Women have been paying for all my shit this week and I brought Casey here last minute so I bought all four drinks for like $80. Our waiter was obviously gay. This fight broke out during Normand's set, amazingly, between these two fat Mexican guys. How the fuck do you fight at a stand up show. Normand became present in the room for 0.5 seconds to laugh it off. I took this opportunity to wrap my arm around Casey's body, as if I could protect her from the cholos. Mark broke free of his routine to tell two stories: 1 pertaining to his "transvestite" nanny who taught him to be a man on the mean streets of New Orleans, and 2 was about losing his virginity on December 31st 1999 to some older woman in a hotel. The punchline: "i was raped!" He sped through them, emotionless, as if thinking: nobody cares about my stories... Firstly: all the true fans (including myself) in that room have heard him tell these stories several times before, and secondly: these true stories are precious now, they're the only kind of jokes AI can't recreate. It didn't work out with Casey. She was "asexual" which is not a real thing. At 2 AM I got back to my hotel room and my GF-of-the-week was still awake. I didn’t shower before climbing into the bed like I usually do. I ate some of her leftover iHop as she brushed her teeth. She said “how was it” and I said “meh, it was all right” Overall rating: 6/10 - Meh, it was all right. I hope Normand reads all this and tries to craft a special made up entirely of stories. Confess, Mark, Confess.

@BretWeinstein From Claude: Ribavirin- the most studied antiviral against hantavirus specifically. It’s a nucleoside analog that interferes with RNA-dependent RNA polymerase — right in the cytoplasm where hantavirus replicates. Some clinical evidence suggests it reduces mortality if given early

Most of the so-called smart people never figured out the Ivermectin part of the deadly Covid psyop, and they’re sitting ducks for the sequel—whatever it is, and whenever it happens. The sooner you get it, the safer you and your family will be. Stay tuned…

Claude's idea for a hantavirus stack. Recommends adding NAC, Zinc, Quercetin and Vitamin D as well

@Tunaf16 @notcee_fan This is the correct answer

@notcee_fan Wanna be starting something. There is so much going on musically - I love how complex and layered the arrangement is and you can tell he was having fun recording it. It’s aggressive but in a fun playful way.

Best Michael Jackson song of all time but you aren't allowed to say Thriller or Billie Jean

@DanteJeffe14617 @comBradStevens I went to high school there. They had nuns

@comBradStevens Also Newton.

Newton, MA

@comBradStevens Iconic