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@afshineemrani @rorybowman Grew up with so many Persian Jews, great community !

1/5 I'm a cardiologist. I'm also an Iranian Jew. I don't talk about this often on here. But today I want to tell you something about who I am — and why I see the world the way I do. My family's roots in Persia stretch back roughly 2,700 years. We were among the oldest continuous Jewish communities on earth. Synagogues in Isfahan. Scholars in Shiraz. Merchants and physicians in Tehran. We survived every empire that rose and fell across that ancient land. And then, in a single generation, most of it vanished. After 1979, the Jewish community of Iran — once 100,000 strong — collapsed. My family was among those who left. We carried our faith, our language, our poetry, our medical traditions, and the memory of a home that no longer wanted us. We came to America.

@seraphineluce @TweetATherapist Yessss!

Don’t allow your kids to date until they know how to identify and break away from people with Cluster B personality disorders.

Hitting your kids is as low and retarded as it comes. I have never, and will never, and don’t even think about it, no matter how much rage the triplets can get me to at times. All I have to do, is look at them. Once, the real look. Respect. 🫡

@AP4Liberty No

Do you?

@BriannaWu The stuff people say to you on here is beyond awful and disgusting. I have some beliefs that some might call gender critical, but that doesn’t justify abusing another person. In general, I think you are logical and reasonable. I enjoy your content. Keep doing what you are doing !

Here is the truth. Bigots can spout whatever hateful nonsense they want on my Twitter, but being trans literally does not affect my life offline in any way I can perceive. I was dealt a very difficult hand being born like this. I worked hard, and I turned it into a good life. And no one can take that away.

@babyfeverbabe You and the dress are beautiful, but it’s too causal.

What do we think of this dress for a formal, evening, upstate NY wedding?

@baby_maumau Yessss!!!

Gen X here. Back in my day no one asked who you voted for, no one cared, and no one made choice of POTUS part of their identity. Can we please bring this back FFS?

As a millennial I remember it being the same in the 90s, let’s return!

@therealmissjo @GadSaad It’s part of the Jewish religion. You always leave the o out.

@GadSaad So why did you have to take out the “o” in God?

My life has been so hectic that I feel that I've yet to take a break and fully celebrate all of the wonderful professional news that has been coming my way. G-d willing once things settle down a bit, I'll be away to open that proverbial champagne bottle and rejoice at the cosmic justice that has come my way!

Have you ever told your child one of those small, harmless lies that parents tell when they cannot bear to see their kid sad? I came across a story about a dad who did exactly that, and then something quite unusual happened. His name is Chris Hurn, and back in 2012 his family spent a few days at a hotel called the Ritz-Carlton on Amelia Island, a quiet beach island in the American state of Florida. When they got home, his young son realised that his favourite stuffed giraffe, Joshie, was missing. Joshie was the kind of toy you cannot sleep without when you are a small child. To calm him down, Chris told him that Joshie was fine, he had just decided to stay a little longer at the hotel for an extended holiday. The boy accepted it and fell asleep. That same evening, the hotel called. They had found Joshie in the laundry. Chris, slightly embarrassed, explained the lie he had told his son and asked if, before they posted the giraffe back, the staff would maybe take one quick photo of Joshie on a pool chair so he could show his son. A few days later a package arrived. Inside was Joshie, some Ritz-Carlton branded goodies, and a binder. An actual binder. The staff had spent days photographing Joshie around the resort. There were pictures of him lounging by the pool wearing little sunglasses, getting a massage at the spa, driving a golf buggy on the beach, hanging out with other lost stuffed animals, and even sitting at the security desk in front of the camera monitors helping make sure nothing else got lost.

@matthewbaszucki @kenjaques They are disgraceful

The psych ward at Stanford feeds you root beer and chips and won't let you go outside. I spent two weeks in there in 2016, completely psychotic. Convinced I was achieving spiritual enlightenment. Refused my medication because I thought it was a test of my spiritual development. A group of big dudes had to pin me down. Forced injection of an antipsychotic. I woke up in a hospital bed not knowing how I got there. And I remember thinking......the walls are white. Everything is white. Am I ever getting out of here? I look back now at what they were feeding me in that ward (sugary food, no sunlight, no exercise, total sedentary confinement) and I think: if you were designing an environment to keep a mentally ill person from getting well, you would design a psych ward. We need treatment centers where people can do keto for a few months, and with lots of room to run around. These psych wards are truly awful.

@BuenoForMiami Yes you are right

Why am I not surprised that the culture of mutilating your child right after they’re born is also in favor of corporal punishment? Just like you don’t need surgery to “keep their body clean,” you also don’t need to hit them to educate them. Yes, I know this is controversial. But I’m also right.

@jwhaifa @NightShiftMD I wish this wasn’t written by AI but it is a beautiful story

In 1943, the Gestapo finally caught Raymond Aubrac — one of France's most wanted Resistance leaders. He was sentenced to death. His execution was days away. His wife Lucie was six months pregnant. Most people would have hidden. Would have grieved quietly and prayed for a miracle. Lucie Aubrac did something else entirely. She obtained forged identity papers, constructed a cover story, and walked straight into the office of Klaus Barbie — the man history would remember as the Butcher of Lyon — and convinced him to grant her a visit with the condemned man. She wasn't there to say goodbye. She was memorizing guard positions. Counting minutes. Mapping the route the prison truck would take. On October 21, 1943, that truck rolled through the streets of Lyon carrying Raymond and other prisoners toward what should have been the end. Lucie had spent weeks quietly assembling a team of Resistance fighters, planning an ambush with the precision of a military operation. When the truck reached the ambush point, the team struck — fast, coordinated, and without hesitation. In the chaos of gunfire and confusion, Raymond Aubrac was pulled free. Lucie — visibly, unmistakably pregnant — had organized every detail of his liberation. They went into hiding. Weeks later, Lucie gave birth to their daughter in a safe house while German forces searched for them across France. When liberation finally came, the Aubracs didn't merely survive — they rebuilt. Raymond became a celebrated engineer and entered public life. Lucie became a historian, pouring decades into ensuring that the women of the French Resistance — so often unnamed, so easily forgotten — were written permanently into the record. They raised three children. They traveled the world. They argued and laughed and grew old together. When journalists asked Lucie, years later, what had compelled her to risk everything that October day, she didn't hesitate. "He was my husband. What else would I do?" Lucie Aubrac passed away in 2007 at the age of 94. Raymond — who had once needed a commando team to be freed from a German prison — lived on until 2012, reaching 97 years old. In his final years, he continued speaking publicly about the Resistance, about memory, about the obligation to tell the truth. They had been married for 64 years. Not a love story built on grand gestures or perfect circumstances. A love story built in occupied France, in safe houses and forged documents and a prison truck ambush on a Lyon street — forged in fire, and never broken. True love doesn't wait for rescue. Sometimes, it does the rescuing

@ChristinaErwin9 @BhattiLaib9960 I just realized it when they put a community note

I knew Walmart was cooked the second I got stuck behind somebody checking out in full bedtime attire like the store was her personal kitchen at 7 AM. Not leggings. Not sweats. Actual cartoon duck pajama pants with tangled “I fought the ceiling fan in my sleep” hair while her kid sat there looking equally exhausted with snack crumbs on his shirt. And before anybody starts crying about “mind your business,” I WAS trying to mind my business until they cut in front of me at self checkout moving like the entire line didn’t exist. What really got me is how comfortable people have become treating public spaces like extensions of their house. No effort, no awareness, just rolling into Walmart looking like the family emergency was surviving the couch cushions. Meanwhile she’s casually scanning groceries like this is perfectly normal and I’m standing there wondering if basic self-respect officially died during the pandemic. And yes, I know somebody’s gonna say “she’s probably a tired mom.” Cool. Being tired doesn’t magically force you into duck pajamas at Walmart. Everybody’s exhausted. Most people still manage to throw on actual pants before entering society. The kid copying it too made it worse because now we’re raising a whole generation that thinks looking halfway conscious counts as getting ready.

@jessibridges @kangminlee @JesusMetal1689 I don’t think people dressing up for pride is hurting anyone. I’m gender critical, but having a parade isn’t going to do anything terrible.

@PlumProfessora @kangminlee @JesusMetal1689 If you don't think the lgbtq mob is hurting anyone, you've been living under a rock for at least a decade.

No we're not doing this anymore.

@jessibridges @kangminlee @JesusMetal1689 It makes people happy. Let them do their thing, you don’t have to be part of it. Personally, I don’t like almost anything being propped up over a month long period, but they aren’t hurting anyone, so who cares ?

@kangminlee @JesusMetal1689 Unfortunately it's taking my small Kentucky town by storm. Funded by all of the wealthier businesses. Drag lunches, pride in the park, rainbow flags. And it's only caught momentum in the past 2 years. Really discouraging to see.

@FoundationDads You have zero business around children. Less than zero.

The "gentle parent" who refuses to spank at 18 months is the same parent screaming at the top of her lungs when that same child is age 4.