TR: Texas Liberal

It flies in the face of what it truly means to be a Democrat when you can’t see and empathize with the plight of others. Our political system became the best in the world due to reason and compromise. Those values aren’t “losing”, they’re mature and realistic.

At his Presidential Inaugural Address, a Mexican President in the 90’s said one of his goals was to get Mexico to an acceptable level of corruption. I can now see that at this point, I’d say that’s a pretty lofty goal for us right now. Think about that all ya want.

@redhead1558 Maybe a screwworm gave him explosive diarrhea. Hopefully.

IV Diuretics.

@JamieBonkiewicz @jasonllevin Less than a Scaramuchi. Muchi less.

How many hours will it take Trump to start taking credit for the housing bill he refused to sign?

@TexasLulu @RedBison

@RedBison Scoring 'fake hillbilly princeling' 11 out of 10 on the E.B. White scale. I am unworthy and averting my eyes as I back away from the altar where JD Vance has been skewered. Well done! 🏆

No one is the regime intends to ever give up power voluntarily, and especially not because of an election. The fake hillbilly princeling is next in line for the throne and spends his time as VP taking lavish vacations with his family all over the world, at our expense.

Just in: Mitch McConnell is still in the hospital where he remains in hypocritical condition.

@DocAtCDI You know it!

@trwill1957 That's a classic. Somewhere there's a PA system operator who has seen EVERYTHING and still has to say it with a straight face.

I called work this morning and whispered, 'Sorry boss, I can't come in today. I have a wee cough.' He exclaimed, 'You have a wee cough?' I said, 'Really? Thanks boss, see you next week!'

H. sapiens has mutated into something truly evil. This elephant is safe now. There's a way to help, in the thread.

@mariana057 @rbsmokey1 Those days are still better than the days when ya feel like everyone has a stick, and you’re the piñata!

Have you ever had one of those days, when you're holding a stick and everybody looks like a piñata?

@RickChapterTwo I feel as though we both grew up around the same time. Definitely the same place. July, 1976, just graduated HS. My pappy gives me a $20 bill and sends me to the local grocery store to buy 8 chickens, all the fixings for baked beans, tater salad. He got change back.

As most of you know, I live in Texas. I grew up on baloney and brisket. Hell, the butcher used to almost give it away because it was so tough, no one bought it. And then people learned about cooking out in their backyards. Suddenly, all of our neighbors were having cookouts for the whole neighborhood. It wasn't that long ago that I used to spend $15-$20 for a nice brisket. The only ones I could find in the store are now $60-$75. #FuckDonaldTrump. So we picked up some Jack Daniel's pre-cooked brisket, four fresh ears of corn, two cans of beans that I will be baking and some potato salad for tomorrow night. Total cost, $27. My bottle of the real Jack Daniel's cost more than the meal, but it will last a little while. 🥃 Besides, it's a law in Texas that you can't eat brisket without an alcoholic beverage. Hey! I don't make the rules. Oh yeah, if you haven't tried cooking your fresh corn on the cob in the air fryer yet, you're in for a treat. It's easy. Just google it. (I'm trying to convince my wife that we need three air fryers sitting on the counter.) Jody heard me talking out this tweet to Siri and asked what excuse I had for drinking tonight. I simply said, Donald Trump, and she poured me a double.

@TexasLulu @LorraineEvanoff @Jazzboneplyr66 @sotacita @Mizzcheevous1 @RedBison @PanchoVanilla @emscharf

@trwill1957 @LorraineEvanoff @Jazzboneplyr66 @sotacita @Mizzcheevous1 @RedBison @PanchoVanilla @emscharf 😹 yeah, that is one word!

@LorraineEvanoff @Jazzboneplyr66 @sotacita @trwill1957 @Mizzcheevous1 @RedBison @PanchoVanilla @emscharf Good to see this clip again. Enjoy.

@yamane_patricia He’ll get to work as soon as the ShamWow guy finishes mopping up the reflecting pool.

@JesusChryslerII Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “hit the nail on the head”.

You’d visit either a manicurist or podiatrist once a month for a trim 😂😂

Love This !!!

She was a white Southern girl descended from slave owners — raised by a mother who believed in segregation. At nineteen, she threw all of that away, and it landed her on death row. And that was only the beginning of what she was willing to lose... Her name was Joan Trumpauer, and she grew up in Arlington, Virginia, on the comfortable side of every line the segregated South had drawn. Her family had once owned slaves in Georgia. Her mother was a staunch segregationist. Everything about Joan's world was arranged to reward her for looking away — to keep her safe, protected, and silent inside a system built for people who looked like her. The path in front of her was the easy one: finish school, marry well, live quietly, never make trouble. But Joan couldn't stop seeing what that comfort was built on. Raised in the church, she kept colliding with the unbearable contradiction between what she'd been taught about justice and the injustice she watched every day. And at some point she made a decision that would cost her nearly everything: she would no longer stand on the comfortable side of it. In 1961, at nineteen, she joined the Freedom Riders. Their idea sounded almost mundane. Black and white Americans would ride interstate buses together and use the same waiting rooms and counters, regardless of race. No weapons, no threats — just a refusal to obey laws built on inequality. In 1961, that refusal could get you killed. Freedom Riders were beaten in broad daylight, buses firebombed, mobs waiting at stations with chains and clubs. Joan knew all of it. She boarded the bus anyway. When she reached Jackson, Mississippi, she was arrested almost immediately. And then she was offered the easy way out that would follow her for years: pay the fine, leave Mississippi, go home, forget the whole thing. She refused. So they sent her to Parchman Farm — the Mississippi State Penitentiary, a place designed not merely to punish people but to break them. And here is a detail that tells you everything about what she endured: because Parchman had no women's wing, nineteen-year-old Joan was held in a cell on death row, crammed in with seventeen other women. She spent about two months there. The heat was suffocating. The guards leaned on psychological cruelty as much as physical confinement, subjecting the women to invasive, degrading "examinations" designed purely to show they could do anything they wanted. They were making clear, Joan said, that they had total power — and probably would use it. And through all of it, the guards reminded her of the one thing they thought she'd forgotten: she was white. Unlike the Black prisoners beside her, she could leave anytime — she only had to say she was sorry. She never did. Most people, after Parchman, would have gone home. Joan went deeper. She dropped out of Duke and enrolled at Tougaloo College in Jackson — the first white student at the historically Black school. Her reasoning was pure, defiant logic: if whites would riot over Black students integrating white colleges, what would they do about a white student integrating a Black one? At Tougaloo she worked alongside Medgar Evers, met Martin Luther King Jr., roomed with the writer Anne Moody, and became the first white member of the Delta Sigma Theta sorority. Her family couldn't understand it. Threatening letters arrived. And to the segregationists of Mississippi, her real crime was never simply breaking their laws — it was choosing empathy over the privilege she'd been handed at birth. Then came May 28, 1963 — and the moment that would put her face in history books. Joan was one of roughly fourteen activists who staged a sit-in at the whites-only lunch counter of the Woolworth's in downtown Jackson. Anne Moody was there. So was professor John Salter, and chaplain Ed King. They sat down. They ordered food. That was all. What followed became one of the most violent sit-ins of the entire Civil Rights Movement. A mob surrounded them and, for nearly three hours, unleashed everything it had. A Black student, Memphis Norman, was dragged to the floor and beaten by a former policeman. Salter was burned with cigarettes and hit with brass knuckles. The crowd screamed "communist" and worse, and a man pointed straight at Joan and called her a "race traitor." They poured ketchup, mustard, sugar, and spray paint over the activists' heads, spat on them, and punched them. The police stood nearby and watched. No one stepped in. And a photographer named Fred Blackwell captured it — three people at a lunch counter, dripping with condiments, ringed by faces contorted with hate, refusing to move. The picture went around the world. It became one of the defining images of the movement, because it showed something no argument could: that sometimes the bravest thing a person can do is simply refuse to get up. The danger only escalated. Three weeks after Woolworth's, Medgar Evers was murdered in his own driveway. The next year, Joan briefed a young activist named Michael Schwerner on how to survive as a white organizer in Mississippi — one day before Schwerner was kidnapped and murdered alongside Andrew Goodman and James Chaney. And one night in 1964, on a dark road near Canton, the Ku Klux Klan surrounded the car Joan was riding in and beat the driver. They escaped. She later learned the Klan had meant to kill her that night — and when they failed, they murdered three other activists instead. She kept going anyway. She helped organize the March on Washington. She was arrested again and again — taking part, over the years, in dozens of sit-ins and demonstrations. She never stopped showing up. Eventually Joan Trumpauer Mulholland became a teacher, spending decades in the classroom before founding a foundation to teach young people about the movement. Now in her eighties, she still speaks to students across America. And when they ask where she found the courage, her answer is disarmingly plain: she never thought of herself as especially brave. She simply knew what was right — and once you truly know a thing is right, she says, pretending you don't becomes impossible. She summed up her whole life in a single sentence, back in 1963: "I'm trying to help America become what it says it is." She wasn't forced into any of it. She was never denied a single right she risked her life to win for others. She could have lived a comfortable, quiet life and lost nothing. Instead, at nineteen, she crossed the line she'd been warned her whole life never to cross. And she never crossed back. Her story leaves a question for the rest of us. When we see injustice in our own time — and it costs something to say so — which side of the line are we standing on? Had you ever heard of Joan Trumpauer Mulholland before today? Tell us below, and share her name forward. The quiet ones who refuse to look away deserve to be remembered too.

@TexasLulu @Mizzcheevous1 @HouseDemocrats @SenateDems The most important thing this commission does is issue the forms all states have to use in federal elections, which means he can make them state what, if any, ID is required to vote. It’s an end-around.

@Mizzcheevous1 @HouseDemocrats @SenateDems The Coup is underway again. Who will stop him? Not SCOTUS. DEMs better grow some cojones.

.@HouseDemocrats @SenateDems What are you doing about this?!!!

Last time Trump was president, God sent a very bad flu. This time it's explosive diarrhea. Take a hint, MAGA.

@RickChapterTwo Why not both?

I know, let's make a law that says no politician can make any type of extra money, which they have been doing since the beginning of Congress, because why would you want to be called Senator and do nothing for only $140,000 a year, AND... expect all of congress to vote for it? Or, we could just smoke a joint and put on some Zeppelin.

@RickChapterTwo Gimme Shelter may be the greatest rock song ever WRITTEN, but Baba O’Riley is the greatest rock song ever PERFORMED. Obviously, my opinion.

War, children It's just a shot away, It's just a shot away. I just heard Gimme Shelter through my AirPods Pro 3 in spatial audio. I can die peacefully now. (as he listens to Baba O'Reilly, in the same format)