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@greenpeeps5 @LeeAnndelCasti2 I like to think there’s a vast Sea Monkey kingdom in the sewer system...sort of like the lost city of Atlantis but ruled by creatures depicted in the comic book ad. 🤣

@HunE916 @flora_patria @JebraFaushay I’m sure if she was decked out in American flag attire, instead of a Pomeranian shirt, and dancing with no rhythm to YMCA, they’d call her a “patriot” instead of a weirdo. 😜

@flora_patria @JebraFaushay At least she isn’t sailing to Epstein Island like your pedophile MAGA fucks.

Hell yeah, MeeMaw. You get to a certain age and you say “Fvck it, I don’t care what anyone thinks.” Wear your Pomeranian tee shirt, have a cocktail, and let loose.

@DrAlmarielao Why did the bag have to be “put up” in the overhead space instead of going under the woman’s real seat she had moved to? That makes no sense.

“You don’t really need the window seat… do you?” A woman boards her flight out of Newark, ready for a caylm trip; she even paid extra for a window seat. But when she gets there… someone else is already sitting in it. She politely says, “Hey, I think that’s my seat.” The woman looks at her and goes, *“Well… do you really need it?”* The AUDACITY. After a little back-and-forth, the seat thief finally moves; but the story doesn’t end there. She leaves her bag… under the rightful passenger’s seat. So now not only did she try to steal the seat; she’s claiming the legroom too. When asked to move it? She refuses. Straight up: *“The bag’s staying.”* At this point, a flight attendant steps in and shuts it ALL the way down: “Nope. Not your seat, not your space. And no; we’re not putting your bag up for you. You can do it yourself.” People will really try you over a seat they didn’t even pay for… and then double down like they’re entitled to your space too. If you were in that situation… would you have handled it calmly like she did, or would you have lost your patience the second they said “do you really need it?”

@MysterySolvents “Little Bondage on the Prairie”

What is the title of this western?

@kellwoohoo @Roryking008 @Rainmaker1973 Except the door frame of the apartment door is wider than his shoulders…so is it at an angle to the front and back of the building? I thought for sure he’d have to go in the door sideways.

@Roryking008 @Rainmaker1973 The toilet side is smaller and the other side is larger. It's not that hard.

Japan is home to the world’s thinnest apartment — so narrow it looks like it could fall over! Known as the “1 Meter House,” this ultra-skinny building maximizes space in the tightest of plots. [📹 supercarblondie]

@Relaxa_little @Theholisticpsyc Thanks…and yes! They saw how a diagnosis, medication & self-prompted behavior modification (to create a new normal for myself), unlocked the person they always saw I had the potential to be. Going on Adderall & finding focus was the best thing I could have ever done for myself.

@ShadowtailCTC @Theholisticpsyc I'm really sorry to hear that. As your family has been supportive before, are they still supporting you now?

The chaos you dealt with as a child becomes the ADHD or bipolar you develop as an adult:

@Relaxa_little @Theholisticpsyc Exactly! This childhood chaos “theory” disregards those of us that did not grow up in chaos, who had a supportive family and are ADHD (in a time when there was no term for the disorder) and yet when I was diagnosed as an adult, my whole family was like “wow that explains a lot!”

@Theholisticpsyc Some people grew up in chaos and never developed ADHD. Some grew up in safety and still did. The environment reveals what was already there and amplifies what wasn’t.

@FedUpFromMA @retrocvnty 🤗

@retrocvnty SPIRIT FINGERS!

It’s actually crazy that the studio wanted to remove this iconic scene from the movie

@PeteMcGrath70 @john70488131942 @claygrayson56 @Okoliemeka_ Plus it was the magical land of Oz…so the magic helped too!

@john70488131942 @claygrayson56 @Okoliemeka_ Duh! Her house wasn’t demolished because the Wicked Witch of the East broke it’s fall and cushioned the landing.

The movie has to be one of the most interesting intellectual movie of all time 🍿

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

She Called The FBI In 1996. They Opened A File. Then They Told Her It Never Existed. She Spent 29 Years Being Called A Liar. September 3, 1996. A file is opened inside FBI headquarters. Classification: child pornography. The woman who made the call is identified only as "a professional artist." She described photos she had seen inside a Manhattan mansion. She described the man who owned those photos. She described what she witnessed being done to young girls. She gave them everything. Then she waited. Nobody called back. Nine years later, a local detective in Palm Beach knocked on a different door. Found forty victims. Handed the FBI photographs, videos, and documented evidence of child trafficking across multiple states. The FBI opened a formal investigation. Two years later — they closed it. One plea deal. Thirteen months. Out by noon every day on work release. The trafficking continued. The FBI kept receiving tips. For eleven more years, women were brought to his island, his Manhattan townhouse, his private ranch. For eleven more years — the file sat there. It took a newspaper reporter to force the arrest in 2019. Thirty-three days later, he was dead. Now twelve women — listed only as Doe 1 through Doe 12 — are standing in federal court. They're not suing his estate. They're suing the FBI. They want $100 million. And they want every internal document, every memo, every email showing exactly who received each tip — and made the decision to do nothing. But here's the part that changes everything. When the FBI's own internal review was published in 2020 — it didn't mention the 1996 complaint. Not once. For another five years, the woman who made that call was told: your report doesn't exist. In December 2025, the DOJ confirmed it did. One page. Dated September 3, 1996. Which means someone inside the FBI knew that file existed — and chose not to include it in their own review. The question isn't whether the file was real. The question is: who decided to make it disappear? usstories.mstfootball.com/lam/twelve-wom…

@DCataneo @ChristnNitemare

“…especially a young, white, mail man”?

During a rally yesterday to announce a partnership between the State of Arkansas and TPUSA to bring TPUSA Club America chapters to Arkansas high schools, Erika Kirk said, "Don't let anyone disenfranchise you because you're a young man, especially a young white male man."

@off_pst @LynneBP_294 Because they knew where the spot was and destroyed an entire cake as they all clustered their cuts to the original one. If this wasn’t staged, then wow what a bunch of followers.

@LynneBP_294 How did they ever figure out how to get pregnant, When it took this long to find the right spot?

This is too annoying to watch! Why do people do gender reveal like this one? 😱🤣

@pegasius01 I don’t understand why Helaena didn’t escape on her dragon? Was she too traumatized at that point? With her affinity toward creatures & her child-like innocence, you’d think she’d have been demanding to take her beloved dragon. It showcases Alicent’s short-sightedness, too.

That moment in House of the Dragon was a masterstroke of psychological warfare. By sending the "Selyse" (the food ships) under the Targaryen banner while the smallfolk were starving, Rhaenyra didn't just provide aid—she weaponized hunger against the Greens.

ADHD paralysis is like standing at a 10-way intersection where every single light is green and everyone is honking at you to GO, but you have no idea which direction leads home. So you just park the car in the middle of the road and sit there. You aren't "relaxing" on the sofa; you are trapped in a mental cage where the door is wide open but your legs have forgotten how to walk. It's a high-stress simulation of doing absolutely nothing while your internal monologue screams at you to move.

@patriot_north @j00ny369T I love this story! I have a similar one with my aunt (who passed quite a few years ago) except she didn’t see/say a dolphin, hers was a flamingo…by a stop sign. 🤣 No flamingo in sight, they aren’t even as far north as the mid-Atlantic states where we were! 🦩

@j00ny369T My family does this with dolphins. But it was because I was drunk, we had a night of racing and was eatingand drinking afterwards When driving home it started to rain And a animal ran out into the road and I said dont hit the dolphin 🐬

Well, I guess it’s time to start that colection😂

@cmsoberon @speeed369 @AlBuffalo2nite They need to make it lawnmower-size and sell them to homeowners, not huge farms. Better yet, have a lawnmower attachment so as you’re cutting your grass, it runs behind you, analyzes the freshly mowed turf and zaps weeds. Is that too much to ask for ? I mean it’s AI right? 🤣

@speeed369 @AlBuffalo2nite How much to rent it for an hour or two to do my lawn? 😜

🚨🚜 AI Is Now Farming… Lasers Are Killing 600,000 Weeds Per Hour🚨 Post This is not sci-fi. This is modern agriculture. What you are looking at is the Carbon Robotics LaserWeeder, one of the most advanced AI farming machines operating in the world today. It is mounted behind a standard @JohnDeere tractor and runs entirely off the tractor’s diesel engine through the PTO shaft. Here is what is actually happening. The machine uses high-resolution cameras and NVIDIA-powered AI processors to scan the field in real time. The system analyzes every plant it sees. Crop or weed. In milliseconds the AI identifies the difference with sub-millimeter accuracy. Once the weed is identified… A laser fires. The laser instantly destroys the weed at the cellular level without disturbing the soil or harming nearby crops. No herbicides. No chemicals. No tilling. Just pure precision. And the scale is staggering. Up to 10,000 weeds per minute That is roughly 600,000 weeds per hour while the tractor simply drives across the field. The NVIDIA GPUs are the “brain.” They run the AI computer vision model that identifies plants in real time. The tractor’s engine powers a generator on the implement which supplies electricity to the lasers, cameras, cooling systems, and computing hardware. This is why farmers are excited. Less chemical spraying. Lower environmental impact. Higher precision farming. And dramatically reduced labor. AI is not just changing software or social media. It is transforming the physical world. Even the weeds don’t stand a chance anymore. #SilentMajoritySpeaks #AStoneGroove

@MAHA_Action So now our tax dollars from to this because people can’t go find free tutorials on YouTube?

“Americans have forgotten how to cook.” RFK Jr. just announced that HHS has a new initiative to teach Americans how to cook again. “Every American can feed themselves cheaper than fast food.” “Many of them don’t have the cutlery, they don’t have the pots and pans, they don’t have the cutting boards, and they don’t know how to shop.” “One of the things that we’re talking about now at HHS is to use the Commission Corps or other groups within our agency to go out and actually teach people to cook.”

@markwhitelures @coolpan967 Seems like ai because male squirrels don’t stay around to rear their offspring. Female squirrels raise the kids completely on her own.

@coolpan967 The backing up at the end is suspect that this is ai.

リスに小型カメラを付けて巣の中を見てみると驚きの光景を目撃する事に・・・

And this is exactly why I am not a Ryan Murphy fan!!!

@excellency004 @tophz_ @grok This is Game of Thrones. It was so popular for 8 seasons, grok doesn’t need to verify it.

@tophz_ @grok Verify This Title , Which Epic ?

She was arrested because Khal Drogo was not alive. 😞