We're not in Kansas anymore!

So, in an all gender bathroom should you leave the seat halfway down?

Closing soon!

@Matt_Pinner Mildred

Vintage old lady name for this DOG please

@Mr_Husky1 Fireplace screen handles

Nope, not ornaments. My friend is going through the house where her grandma and aunt lived their whole lives and finding weird stuff. Apparently these are solid and very heavy; too heavy to hang on a tree. What are they

@SceneSnatcher I'm biased. Former 1st Battalion 75th Ranger. Worst movie I've seen in quite a while. Clearly axed the budget line item that read, "hire Ranger consultants".

Saw it yesterday. It's Predator meets Starship Troopers with zero apologies. Exactly what it needed to be.

@Mark__Lawrence Leigh Bardugo's, Shadow and Bone

Top of the morning to you, fine tweeter. What're you reading?

@averagewhitenil @name_redacted_ "What I do have is a very particular set of skills that I have acquired over a very long career. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it" "I will not look for you or pursue you, but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will..."

yes

@ThatEricAlper "You're never as lost or as found as you think you are" - Lost and Found by Tyler Lyle

@BenSasse @stephen_richer Praying for you and your family Senator. Thank you for an incredibly inspiring and uplifting message {despite the topic) that keeps us focused on what's important.

Friends- This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die. Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do. I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all. Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints. There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come. Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son. A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears. Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet. Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective: “When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.” I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape. But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9). With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices, Ben — and the Sasses

@EODHappyCaptain It's not the years, it's the miles.

“I’m a young man,” I whisper to myself as I take my advil and put on my back brace.

84 years ago today: Pearl Harbor, the culmination and consequence of two decades of retreat into isolationism, nationalism, nativism, protectionism, and a refusal to defend democracy and confront the dictators. We have started down that path again. conversationswithbillkristol.org/conversation/r…

Freaking hilarious but so true I’m crying laughing😂

This guy is my hero.

@1109Patricia You, are either willfully ignorant or intentionally deceitful.

In 2009 Obama tore up the front lawn of the White House and spent $400 million dollars of taxpayer money, during a recession, to build a basketball court. The fake news cheered and applauded the construction. President Trump builds the DJT Ballroom at no cost to the taxpayer and the fake news and democrats have a mental break down calling Trump a King, insisting there are tax dollars being used, and accuse Trump of destroying a historical building. After 4 years of Biden’s destruction to our historical statues it’s really laughable.

Again, this No Kings thing is not my bag. But the almost cultish refusal to understand the point by Trump’s usual apologists is bizarre. Yes: He was lawfully and legitimately elected. But Stephen Miller’s Jacksonian-Wilsonian theory that Trump has a “mandate” to do whatever he wants is anti-Constitutional hogwash (it’s amazing how the position of two of the most iconic Democrats in American history is now the religion of the GOP). The word mandate doesn’t appear in the Constitution. It is impossible to have a “mandate” to exceed your authority under the Constitution. Even if Trump won an actual landslide (he didn’t), and all of the voters wanted him to exceed his authority, it wouldn’t (and certainly shouldn’t) matter. I honestly never want to hear the faux right wing eggheady refrain “we’re not a democracy, we’re a republic” ever again from people claiming that Trump can do whatever he wants because “the American people voted for this.” That is the exact opposite of republicanism ffs. It’s also not true. Trump got lots of votes from people who just wanted prices lower or didn’t want Harris to be president. The idea all of his voters pre-approved everything he has done or will do is more cultish nonsense. Regardless, if the American people want a politician to violate the Constitution that doesn’t give that politician a scintilla more right or authority to violate the constitution. I’m used to explaining this to democracy fetishists of the left. Didn’t expect to spend the last decades of my career trying to explaining it to populism fetishists of the right.

For those of a certain age ...

Chef’s kiss

SMDH

That's some funny shit right there...

Should be required reading for those on the right and left.