Vaccinated + masked & fine with that.

The modern taboo against men crossing their legs is very strange. This used to be a completely normal thing. In fact, it was women who weren't supposed to cross their legs. Instead, they were encouraged to keep their legs together and only cross their ankles. We see this in Victorian etiquette guides, such as The Lady's Guide to Perfect Gentility (1856), which described crossing one's legs as very unlady-like. By contrast, a contemporaneous title published for men, The Gentlemen's Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness (1860), doesn't mention leg crossing at all, suggesting this was considered acceptable for men. In fact, I would argue that crossing one's legs was considered polite, decorous, and "refined" up until about the 1970s or 80s. Think of leading Hollywood actors, playwrights, and intellectuals in the first half of the 20th century. Portraits of them often show them wearing a suit and crossing their legs. When the senior US commanders of WW2 gathered for a photo in 1945, they posed in the same manner. My guess is that the switch happened sometime in the mid-20th century. Much like how soft pink used to be coded for boys and light blue for girls — which switched shortly after women adopted pink for themselves, spurred on by Mamie Eisenhower's love for the color — men grew scared of being perceived as feminine or possibly gay/queer once women adopted the posture. It's a peculiar dichotomy that Western society has become freer in terms of gender and sexuality. Yet, this freedom has caused undue anxiety among certain men who fear being perceived as feminine or gay. Either way, it's worth noting that if you care about Western traditions — that 1950 life so valorized by some — sitting cross-legged is actually the conservative position.

@Jim_Jordan Oh bullshit.

Illegal aliens are getting taxpayer-funded benefits. Migrants are becoming Medicare millionaires. And Americans are paying for it.

@GOP__Ls National Institutes of Health confirms. pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC12…

🚨 Pregnancy related deaths in Texas have jumped 56% since abortion was banned.

@JamiluBunu3465 @GOP__Ls Let's just rephrase that to, "Maternal deaths can rise due to many factors related to GOP policies besides abortion bans."

@GOP__Ls Maternal deaths can rise due to many factors like healthcare access, chronic diseases, and system delays—not just abortion laws. Correlation doesn’t automatically mean causation.

@SecWar Guy who doesn't wash his hands after he shits says what?

The Biden administration’s experimental COVID-19 vaccine mandate was wrongfully forced onto our warfighters. It was unjust, and we are doing EVERYTHING we can to make it right.

In the best case scenario, Trump struck a deal to reopen a Strait that was open before the pointless war he started, with the IRGC demonstrating its control over the Strait and potentially extracting fees plus sanctions relief. Thousands of innocents - including hundreds of children - dead in Lebanon and Iran for no reason. U.S. troops killed and wounded. U.S. embassies and bases in the Middle East badly damaged. U.S. standing in the world obliterated. U.S. munitions badly depleted. Hundreds of billions spent. Prices up everywhere. More global economic fallout to come. Putin strengthened and enriched. Just a catastrophic situation even in the best of circumstances. A profoundly shameful episode in American history no matter what happens next.

@JDVance @PM_ViktorOrban Who's making our future better, JD? Not you or Trump!

The real divide in our time is between those who believe in a better future for us and our children, and those who don’t. Great to speak in Budapest today with @PM_ViktorOrban

The Garden of Earthly Delights (detail), by Hieronymus Bosch, 1480-1505, 📸 by @alexbrandon

The #1 cheerleader for George W Bush's torture regime has "2 wrongs make a right" thoughts about genocide. Like we needed more evidence of MAGA's infantile and bloodthirsty mentality.

They probably sent him an email that said "click here to see boobies."

When drone warfare was young, people worried that killing would become a video game, trivializing the death and destruction, making it seem so easy that we'd resort to it too much. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Trump White House. Fuck these shitheads.

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

Think how much actual good they could do making the weapons and shipping them to...Ukraine instead

@patriottakes @WhiteHouse A Sith Lord in the act of LOSING.

@WhiteHouse This is a Sith Lord. You just admitted you are evil.

JUSTICE THE AMERICAN WAY. 🇺🇸🔥

This guy's blind faith in the power of violence to get what he wants is fucking insane

If ever called out on this, Hegseth will say "Oh, I only meant members of Iran's regime or military." But since he's already rejected rules of engagement and bombed a school without regret, I wouldn't believe that.

@Scavino47 @WhiteHouse Trump is immune to wisdom. If you haven't figured out, you're dumber than dirt, Dan.

Happening Now in the Oval Office at the @WhiteHouse. God Bless the USA! 🙏❤️🇺🇸🦅

New Ayatollah just dropped.

Trump's "Board of Peace" is an attempt to replace the UN with a organisation that he can dominate for self-interest & the imposition of a 'might = right' world order. His rampage through international law will make our world more violent & unjust. Good to discuss on @firstpost.

Nobody needed more proof of Bari Weiss' unfitness to head a news organization, but here she goes anyway