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As the last light began to fade off the top of Mt. Baker tonight, I captured the near full moon rising between the silo and a pancake stack of lenticular clouds! What a stunning night! Whatcom County, WA #wawx #fullmoon #moonrise #whatcomcounty

This is what the media didn't want us to know about the Islamic terrorist attack on a Jewish preschool out of Dearborn 1. Ayman Ghazali, the terrorist, said he was doing it to get his virgins “Jihad is a gateway to heaven; one that Allah opens to his chosen ones,” he texted

Ya ever mix two flavors together by accident and then taste the combo and be like “wow, that’s actually pretty good!” Yesterday, when I accidentally mixed iced coffee and lemonade was not one of those times.

Here are the Top 5 Dogs of March!

There’s “problematic”… and then there’s this. A federal judge just greenlit a move to extract a list of Jews from Penn. History is screaming right now.

I lost count. This might be my 20th visit to Israel since October 7. Not to Lebanon, where I grew up, where an economy survives on the support of visitors. Not to crumbling Damascus, the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world, which offered me nothing but harassment and a birthplace on my passport. But to Israel, during the worst war since its establishment. Because I am a traitor. I betrayed my friends and family, my educators, and the mainstream in Lebanon, Syria, across the Arab and Muslim worlds, in Europe, and in America. Unlike the masses who have never set foot in Israel, I know that Israelis are not monsters. They do not seek war, nor do they wage it to conquer land. The accusations of genocide, the blood libels, the conspiracy theories—they are not rooted in reality. They are born of ignorance, and too often, of something darker. At best, hostile opinions stem from a profound misunderstanding: of this war, of the history of this conflict, of political Islam and its ambitions, of Judaism, and certainly of Zionism. But how could the average person not be confused? A relentless campaign of misinformation defames Israel while elevating the Palestinian narrative into a simplistic story of pure victimhood. It is emotionally compelling. It is easy. It requires no deeper inquiry. And so the question is never asked: What happens the day after? Would a Palestinian state focus on building a thriving society, contributing to the region and to the world? Or would it continue a war against Israel? History does not leave much room for doubt. Every attempt at compromise has been met by rejection or violence. And yet, the pressure is always placed on Israel—to concede, to risk, to appease. Why? To satisfy crowds who chant slogans they barely understand? To align with a cause that thrives not on building, but on perpetuating conflict? Real genocides unfold across the world and are met with indifference. Millions of Kurds still seek a state. Others fight for self-determination without commanding global obsession. The difference is not the cause. The difference is the JEW. The particular fixation on Israel cannot be separated from a much older story—one of projection, distortion, and hatred uniquely reserved for Jews. I consider myself privileged. Privileged to have seen through the lies I was taught—the lies you are told. Privileged to have encountered the reality of a people who built, defended, and sustained a state against relentless hostility. As a seeker of truth, I was met with warmth, love, and respect. I have come to admire Israel and the Jewish people to such a degree that the noise—the accusations, the mob, the cowardice—has become irrelevant. Yes, I am a traitor. A traitor to narratives built on falsehood. A traitor to expectations that demand loyalty to lies. A traitor to a cause that demands endless sacrifice and conformity. A traitor to a cause to which I owe nothing. On the contrary, it owes me. I believe not what I was told, but what I see. I choose truth over belonging because I am free. If that makes me a traitor, so be it. I stand, firmly and proudly, with Israel. Am Yisrael Chai. #Israel #palestine #October7

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@ScottAllen_1776 @bncrna @TheFungi669 Not according to multiple Supreme Court precedents, no, you're not right.

@bncrna @TheFungi669 Go read the comments of the actual author of that section of the 14th Amendment and you will find that I am correct.

Marco Rubio: “Just because you’re born on U.S. soil doesn’t make you a citizen. Your parents must be U.S. citizens.” Grok: “Marco Rubio was born in Miami in 1971. His parents became citizens in 1975. Rubio is a beneficiary of birthright citizenship.”

@ScottAllen_1776 @TheFungi669 Wait, so non-citizens aren't under US jurisdiction, so aren't subject to US laws? Then why are you all insisting we remember names of victims of violence by immigrants (but not victims of citizen crime)? They didn't commit crime bc they aren't subject to our jurisdiction. Right??

No! Once Marco’s parents became legal U.S. citizens Marco automatically became an American citizen regardless of where he was born. Anyone born on U.S. soil to a parent or parents of illegal aliens are not automatically U.S. citizens. Four words decide everything: Subject to the jurisdiction. Illegal aliens owe no allegiance to the United States. They fall outside the jurisdiction. History confirms it. Congress had to pass a separate statute to grant birthright citizenship to American Indians. They weren't subject to jurisdiction either. So ask the simple question. If American Indians didn't get automatic birthright citizenship, how do the children of illegal aliens? They don't.

🚨BREAKING: ICE agents, working with state police, pulled over a vehicle, in Ogden, Utah… and smashed their car window because he wouldn’t roll it down all the way. Watch the shift… because this is where it goes from aggressive to completely out of control. The driver already has the window partially open. The ICE agent is yelling, giving a countdown, threatening to break the window… while another officer is trying to open the door from the other side. No explanation, or clear threat… Just escalation. Then, someone inside says, “I’m a U.S. citizen… you pointed a gun at me.” And that’s the moment everything changes. Instead of pulling back… instead of correcting… instead of even acknowledging it… The ICE agent snaps. “I don’t give a shit who you are, I don’t know you.” And then he immediately escalates further… raises the metal bar… and starts hitting the window… doubling down on force. A person says you pointed a gun at them… and your response is not to de-escalate… It’s to get MORE aggressive. That’s retaliation. They call them “non-compliant”… and within seconds, the window is smashed and the driver is dragged out. And it doesn’t stop there. The passenger… who is recording… gets told to “stay there” while the officer puts his hand on his gun. He responds, “I’m recording for my safety.” The officer shuts the door on him anyway. When he opens it again and steps out… and then the officer physically shoves him back into the car. This is what needs to be understood… The escalation didn’t come from a threat. It came the second someone spoke up… the second someone said, “you pointed a gun at me”… The second someone started documenting it. That’s when it got worse. That’s when it turned physical. That’s when the window broke. And that’s what should alarm people… because that’s not about safety anymore. That’s about being challenged… and responding with more force.

"DUDE SERIOUSLY, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU BOTHER COMING"

Our thoughts are with our mates at KitKat as they navigate this unexpected and difficult time. In completely unrelated news: Introducing the NEW Bloomin’ KitKat. just $1 while supplies are, um… abundant.

@Mr_Husky1 ...of the living room floor. I live in a less than 1k sq ft condo. Still have no idea where it was or how it came back, but it's actually gone missing again a few months ago. Searched again, everywhere. I guess it'll turn up again when the universe is ready.

@Mr_Husky1 My dog has a little pink rubber waffle ball that a friend gave me 5 years ago when I first adopted him. Ball went missing. I don't take it outside, don't have a yard. Looked everywhere, under everything, with flashlight. Gone for months. Then one day there it was, in the middle..

I have lost my keys inside my car. Not locked, LOST. To clarify: My car turned on. My car will only turn on if the keys are inside of it. So they must be in the car. Yet I cannot find my keys. My car is not messy. There is very little in it. I’ve looked everywhere. And yet, the keys are nowhere to be found. But they have to be here. Hence, I have lost my keys in my car. What … and I cannot stress this enough … the f*ck?

Some days you can’t love social media enough. This is one of those days. It began like this. Someone stole 12 tons of KitKats. And then the replies started coming in. Scroll down.

My uncle (dad's younger brother) babysat me a lot when I was a kid. He would take me with him sometimes when he wanted to hang out with his group of friends (in kid-friendly environments) but couldn't ditch me. I dont know how but kid me knew that my uncle had a crush on one of the girls in his group of friends. I also know the girl reciprocated his feelings but didnt tell him. Kid me thought it was stupid that these 2 grown ass adults liked each other but kept silent about it. So I wrote a love letter in crayon addressed to each of them separately as the other person and "confessed" my feelings. Then signed off with each other's names so that it looked like my uncle wrote to the girl, and girl wrote to my uncle.

This is devastatingly well put by Jonathan Freedland in The Guardian. It leaves nowhere to go for the antisemites: “Every minority faces discrimination – note Tory frontbencher Nick Timothy’s appalling attack on Muslim prayer this week – but next to no other diaspora community goes through this. People can’t stand Vladimir Putin’s invasion of Ukraine, but Russian Orthodox churches don’t require round-the-clock protection. People loathe Donald Trump and his bombing of Iran, but US-branded stores on UK high streets are not smashed and daubed. As for British businesses with investment links to the US, including to US security firms, those remain untouched. Israel and Jews are the exception.”

My rescue dog Baxter has been terrified of fireworks since the day I brought him home. Every Fourth of July turned into a nightmare—him shaking under the bed, panting so hard I worried his heart would give out, refusing to eat for days after. Last year was the worst. He broke through a window screen trying to escape the noise. $300 vet bill, anxiety meds that made him a zombie, and me sitting on the bathroom floor with him for six hours straight while he trembled in my arms. This year, I was dreading it all over again. Then two days ago, I saw this random tip in a pet group on the Tedooo app (I've been on there lately ordering handmade dog beds and treats from amazing crafters). Someone posted about using tennis balls in the dryer to create white noise that masks fireworks. I thought it sounded absolutely insane. But I was desperate enough to try anything. So tonight, before the fireworks started, I threw six tennis balls, an old sneaker, and a knotted towel into the dryer. Turned off the heat. Let it run. The steady thumping sound filled the house. And I waited, holding my breath, for Baxter's usual panic to start. Nothing. The first firework went off. He lifted his head, looked around... and went back to sleep. I actually started crying. For the first time in three years, my dog is sleeping peacefully on July 4th instead of hiding and shaking. He's been passed out on the couch for two hours now, completely unbothered, while the neighborhood explodes around us. Sometimes the simplest solutions are the ones that save you. If your dog struggles tonight, try this. It might just change everything.

Besties forever… “I got you” 😭

Guard dog.. 😅