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I've seen this many times and I still wonder how he knew this so many years ago.

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Remember that Claude is AI his/her self. We are doomed.

@politicsusa46 Now read what Walmart and Vizio TV are doing with your information

When Bernie met Claude, it appears AI might just be more honest than its creators and the politicians selling you the new America. Thanks to Senator Sanders for the clip 🎥 TikTok - vm.tiktok.com/ZNRGYDhtc/

Substitute the word 'medications' with 'president' and he is correct. Otherwise, what is coming out of his mouth is bullshit.

Liam Nissan™ is locked out of his account and cannot regain access. Spread the word. #SmokeFleetandNAFOfortheWin #smokefleet

This is really nice!

🚨MAJOR BREAKING: Donald Trump has arrived in China to find that President XI did NOT greet him at the airport. MAGA is in spin mode heralding the “red carpet treatment,” but the visit is already at a rocky start. Instead of a presidential welcome, Trump was greeted by US Ambassador to China David Perdue; Xi’s vice president, Han Zheng; China’s Ambassador to Washington Xie Feng; and Executive Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs Ma Zhaoxu. I’m sure Trump would hate if you shared this and rubbed it in all day long.

@AmoneyResists @RepOgles Smart kid.

WTF kind of traumatizing propaganda are you feeding your child @RepOgles?

A man was in a hospital bed wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth. He mumbles, "Nurse, are my testicles black?" The nurse lifts his gown, holds his penis in one hand & his testicles in the other, takes a close look & says, "There's nothing wrong with them sir."

I appreciate the ACLU. But they want me to give $19 a month to defend the constitution. Isn't that what my vote was supposed to do?

@MavrocksGirl Please show this tweet to the company who manufactures the cologne before you tell everyone. Demand your share of the money because whatever you say, the fragrance will be sold out in hours. And I only ask for my 2% advisory fee.

Tell you what... I will post the name of the cologne before the pilot airs ... Unless somebody guesses it! So far, nobody has it right 😕

Such a shame that no one in government does anything... about anything... any longer. You tell thousands of people about Elon Musk and Air Force One and yet nothing will happen. What a horrible timeline we live in. If there are history books in the future, at least we're in them.

Why the fuck is @elonmusk accompanying Trump on AF1? He holds no position in the U.S. government and his “DOGE” fiasco — as well as his tenure as a “Special Governmental Employee” has been over for almost an entire year.

Fuck. Donald. Trump. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't curse like that. There may be children looking over your shoulder. Let me rephrase that... #FuckDonaldTrump

The Trump regime actually let two guys with zero government experience use ChatGPT to cancel $100M in grants—including Holocaust education. A federal judge just humiliated them, called it unconstitutional, and reversed every single cut. Hit ❤️ if you love seeing them lose in court, and read how she did it: dworkinsubstack.com/p/a-federal-ju…

There was a time that the El Cortez Hotel had a bunch of these older slot machines that you could actually play.

I actually knew this about wasabi but had never seen it prepared. I did get to try it at a nice restaurant in Vegas. It's twice as strong as a sinus opening condiment than horseradish with an excellent flavor. I wish it was more reasonably priced and available here in the states.

In the middle of the most popular television show in American history, the actor who played its purest heart walked into the producers’ office and said he was done. Not because he was tired. Not because the money wasn’t good enough. Because the role was quietly killing the man playing it. His name was Gary Burghoff. And in 1979, at the absolute peak of M*A*S*H — a show pulling in 30 to 40 million viewers every week — he turned down $4 million (roughly $15 million today), creative control, and fewer episodes just to save himself. Most people would have called it career suicide. Gary called it survival. To understand why he left, you have to understand who he was before Radar O'Reilly ever existed. Gary grew up in Bristol, Connecticut, in the 1940s with a condition called brachydactyly — three fingers on his left hand noticeably smaller than the others. In an era when being visibly different made you a target, he learned early how to hide. He hid his hand in photos. He developed other talents so powerful that people noticed those instead. He became an exceptional drummer. A gifted wildlife painter. And, almost by accident, an actor. At sixteen, recovering from a basketball injury, a drama teacher steered him toward the stage. He auditioned for Take a Giant Step and beat out 450 other kids for the lead. The play opened on Broadway. He won awards. The money helped his mother stop working as a maid. Acting became his refuge — a place where his difference didn’t define him. When Robert Altman cast him as Radar in the 1970 film M*A*S*H, Gary brought something the script never asked for: raw, aching vulnerability. Radar wasn’t just comic relief. He was a scared kid trying to survive war by making himself indispensable. The film became a phenomenon. When CBS turned it into a television series in 1972, Gary was the only actor from the movie kept as a series regular. For the first few seasons, Radar was the wide-eyed Iowa farm boy who slept with a teddy bear and drank grape Nehi. But as M*A*S*H grew darker — confronting the horror of war alongside its humor — Radar changed too. Gary started playing him as someone slowly fracturing under the weight of what he was seeing. The teddy bear became a lifeline. The innocence became armor. He won an Emmy in 1977. Mike Farrell, who played B.J. Hunnicutt, later said Gary might have been the best actor on the show — his ability to find tiny, truthful moments was unmatched. But playing someone so different from himself, month after month, year after year, began to feel like psychological erasure. Gary wasn’t naïve or meek. He was serious, introspective, sometimes difficult because he cared so deeply about emotional honesty. Living in Radar’s skin for eight months a year started to make him forget what his own skin felt like. His marriage was falling apart under the pressure of fame and endless work. He barely saw his daughter. Fans everywhere called him “Radar” and expected the sweet, innocent character instead of the complicated man he actually was. By Season 7, something inside him broke. When his contract ended in 1979, the producers offered him a fortune to stay. Gary said no. He told them family had become the most important thing in his life, and he wasn’t available as a father anymore. But the deeper truth was simpler and sadder: he was disappearing. His final episodes, “Goodbye, Radar,” aired in two parts. He played them with such raw honesty that cast members were crying on camera for real. Fans wrote letters begging him to return. He didn’t. Leaving at the absolute peak devastated his career. He was so identified with Radar that casting directors couldn’t see him as anything else. The few roles that came were pale versions of the same gentle character. A planned spinoff never took off. Some of his co-stars — Alan Alda, Mike Farrell — thrived afterward. Gary largely stepped away from Hollywood. Many assumed he had failed. That walking away had been a terrible mistake. But Gary never defined success by fame or money. He moved back east, remarried, focused on his first love: wildlife art. He painted detailed animal portraits. He played drums with small groups. He spent real time with his children. He lived quietly and intentionally. In rare interviews years later, he was asked if he regretted leaving M*A*S*H. His answer never wavered: “I regret that I couldn’t find a way to stay without losing myself. But I don’t regret choosing to survive.” In an industry that worships visibility, Gary Burghoff did something almost unthinkable: he chose obscurity over fame. Peace over fortune. His own identity over a role that threatened to consume it. He understood something most people chasing success never learn: success that costs you yourself isn’t success. It’s slow erasure. Today, at 82, Gary lives a quiet life far from the spotlight. He rarely attends reunions. He doesn’t cash in on nostalgia. When fans meet him at the occasional convention, they’re often surprised by how different he is from Radar — more serious, more layered, more himself. And that might be the most beautiful part of his story. By leaving Radar behind, Gary fulfilled the deepest lesson the character ever taught: that gentleness in brutal environments is strength, not weakness. That holding onto your essential self is the ultimate act of courage. Radar survived war by clinging to his innocence. Gary survived fame by doing the same. The teddy-bear-clutching clerk showed millions that kindness matters. The actor who played him showed something even rarer: that knowing when to walk away — even when the whole world is begging you to stay — can be the bravest choice of all. In a culture obsessed with staying relevant at any cost, Gary Burghoff chose to remember who he was before anyone was watching. And in doing so, he gave the rest of us permission to do the same.

Thank you for coming to Texas, Mr. President.