Ron Ray

@614clinton Now that’s funny 💩

My wife and I were sitting on the porch drinking some whiskey last night. I said, "I love you," My wife replied, "Is that you talking or the whiskey?" I said, "That's me talking to the whiskey!"

@jlightsy7 @RealVilleFans He was a huge piece in bringing us back to being relevant! Do I wish he had not had the back issues. Of course I do. But he brought a spotlight back to Louisville amongst top tier recruits! I’m glad he was here and I wish him much success in the NBA!

You can’t tell the story of Louisville Men’s basketball without mentioning Mikel Brown Jr., how do you feel about his legacy as he enters into the NBA?

Tyran Stokes did indeed sign his paperwork prior to taking his visit to Lexington. A source tells me that Stokes took the visit to Lexington to “do a little bit of trolling”

@Eman_8282 Her life

I almost threw a punch in the checkout line last Tuesday—not because I’m violent, but because at 74 years old, I finally woke up. I’m a retired mechanic from outside Detroit. I live alone in a house that smells like dust and silence. My wife, Ellen, passed away six years ago. My kids? They’re busy in New York and Atlanta, chasing careers and raising grandkids I mostly see on FaceTime. Recently, I realized I had become invisible. Just “that old guy” blocking the aisle with his cart, counting pennies because Social Security doesn’t stretch as far as it used to. Every Friday, I go to the big superstore on the edge of town. It’s the highlight of my week—which tells you everything you need to know about my life. That’s where I met Mateo. He was the cashier at Lane 4. Young—maybe 22. He had an eyebrow piercing and tattoos running down his arms, sleeves of ink disappearing under his blue vest. To a lot of folks from my generation, he looked like trouble. His English carried a heavy accent. He’d say, “Did you find everything okay, sir?” and most people wouldn’t even look up from their phones. They’d just shove their credit card into the machine. I watched people treat him like furniture. A woman in a fancy coat huffed, “Can’t you go faster?” A man muttered, “Learn the language or go home.” Mateo never flinched. He just kept scanning, smiling, and saying, “Have a blessed day.” Three weeks ago, I was standing behind a young mother. She looked exhausted—dark circles under her eyes, a baby crying in the cart. She was buying store-brand diapers and two jugs of milk. When she swiped her card, the machine buzzed. Declined. She turned red. “I… let me put the milk back,” she stammered, holding back tears. “I get paid on Monday.” Before I could reach for my wallet, Mateo was already moving. He didn’t make a scene. He didn’t announce it. He simply pulled a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket, scanned it, and handed her the receipt. “It is covered, miss,” he said quietly. “Go feed the baby.” She stared at him, shocked, whispered thank you, and hurried out. The next customer immediately started complaining about the wait. But I saw. That night, I sat in my recliner staring at the wall. Here was this kid—working for minimum wage, getting treated like dirt—giving away his own money to a stranger. Meanwhile, I’d spent the last five years feeling sorry for myself. The next Friday, I wrote a note on a napkin. When I got to his register, I slid it over. It said: “You are a good man. I saw what you did.” Mateo read it. He looked up, and for the first time, his professional mask slipped. His eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, Mr. Frank,” he whispered. We started talking. I learned he works two jobs and takes online night classes to become a paramedic. “I want to save lives,” he told me. “My parents sacrificed everything to get me here. I cannot waste it.” Then came last Tuesday. The store was packed. Tensions were high—these days, everyone seems on edge. A large man in a baseball cap slammed his items onto the belt. Mateo made a small mistake. He had to void an item. It took an extra thirty seconds. The man exploded. “Are you stupid?” he shouted, loud enough for three lines to hear. “This is America. Why do they hire people who can’t even run a register? Go back to where you came from!” The air went still. People stared at the floor. The cashier next to us looked terrified. Mateo just stared at the scanner, his hands trembling slightly. My heart pounded. My whole life, I’ve been the “keep your head down” type. Don’t make waves. Mind your business. But this was my business. I stepped forward. My joints ached, but I stood as tall as my 5'9" frame would allow. “Hey!” I barked. My voice cracked—then steadied. The man turned. “What?” “He works harder in one shift than you probably do all week,” I said, pointing at Mateo. “He’s studying to save lives. He helped a mother buy diapers when she had nothing. What have you done today besides yell at a kid?” The man’s face turned red. “Mind your business, old man.” “Decency is everyone’s business,” I said. “You want to be tough? Be tough enough to show some respect.” The line fell silent. Then a woman behind me started clapping. Slowly. Another person nodded. “He’s right,” someone muttered. The man grabbed his bags and stormed off, still muttering under his breath. I looked at Mateo. He wasn’t trembling anymore. He stood straighter, shoulders back. He met my eyes and nodded. A quiet understanding passed between us—between a 74-year-old retiree and a 22-year-old trying to build a future. I walked to my car shaking. I cried in the parking lot—not out of sadness, but because for the first time in years, I felt alive. I felt like a human being again. Yesterday, Mateo handed me my receipt. On the back, in neat handwriting, he had written: “My father is far away. Today, you were like a father to me.” I’m sharing this because we are living in angry times. We are told to hate each other. We are told to pick sides. But here’s what I learned in that checkout line: You don’t have to fix the world. You don’t have to solve every problem. Sometimes, all you have to do is change the air in the room. Be the one who speaks up. Be the one who sees the person behind the name tag. Because at the end of the day, we’re all just walking each other home. Make sure you’re good company.

@CrazyVibes_1 Amen brother! Amen!

@iceman1879 To be honest. I haven’t forgotten about him. I just don’t know much about him. Yes! He played in the G league which you would think qualifies him as a solid player. I follow Louisville pretty closely as a lifelong fan of close to 60 years. I honestly don’t know much about him. 🤞

Are we talking about London Johnson enough?

Congratulations, Virginia! Republicans are trying to tilt the midterm elections in their favor, but they haven’t done it yet. Thanks for showing us what it looks like to stand up for our democracy and fight back.

@804derm Love Hadley!

J'Vonne Hadley appreciation post.

@Aestheticswallz Amen

@thompsonb2569 Amen

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down His life for His friends. - John 15:13

@InBrohmWeTrust Good for you

I was going to do a space tonight at 8:15, I will have to postpone. Wife got an awesome opportunity today and we are celebrating. Be back soon

@StayWithGod111 Amen

@AndyBeshearKY Got my vote Andy!

Somebody’s scared.

@td_nash 💯 he should be in the Hall of Fame

Should Pete Rose be inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame and why/why not?🧐

@MomentousSP @RealVilleFans @JacksonShelstad Happy birthday young man!

Happy Birthday, @JacksonShelstad 🎂🔥

@CoachJeffWalz @EngstlerMarilyn @CoachJPineda24 @CoachBritMorris @CoachMcNamee @CoachBradbury ❤️love this!

During the season I often miss my own kids games and events…this weekend I was able to watch my daughter play…what a great weekend it was…4-0 Thank you to my staff for your work on the recruiting trail.. @CoachJPineda24 @CoachBritMorris @CoachMcNamee @CoachBradbury

BREAKING: Rep. Melanie Stansbury confirms that Ghislaine Maxwell is BLACKMAILING Trump to try to get a pardon! On MSNBC, Rep. Stansbury (D-NM) just blew the lid off the disgusting scheme: convicted child sex trafficker Ghislaine Maxwell is actively offering to clear Donald Trump’s name in hopes he’ll pardon her. “She is trying to gain a pardon by essentially saying that she would exonerate the president when she knows very well that he’s deeply implicated in Epstein’s activities,” Stansbury said. “They were friends for years.” Stansbury confirmed FBI files contain explosive allegations that Trump raped a minor, and Maxwell, a convicted sexual predator, trafficker, and groomer, has mountains of dirt on him. The evidence is overwhelming, and everyone knows it. “She knows she has dirt on him,” Stansbury warned. Maxwell is dangling exoneration because she believes it’s her ticket out of prison – and Trump may be desperate enough to take the deal to hide from the Epstein files. Even the Supreme Court already rejected Maxwell’s attempt to overturn her conviction. But Stansbury says if Trump tries to pardon this monster, there WILL be court action to stop it. The whole Epstein affair is a massive cover-up in plain sight. Trump is so terrified of the Epstein evidence that he is scheming to free one of the most notorious child sex traffickers in history just to save himself. You might ask how could you sink so low? But just think about what he’s done in the past and you have your answer. If the thought of Trump pardoning Ghislaine Maxwell to bury his own Epstein scandals makes you ill, please like and share.