Val Anthony

Hang it in the Louvre. I don’t care that MSU just lost to them. #Uconn

@senornocode @BRICSinfo All organized religion is a joke

@BRICSinfo The pope does not speak for God. The fact there is a pope that thinks he has this authority is heretical. Jesus died and made it so we could talk straight to God the father. Catholicism is a joke

JUST IN: Catholic Pope Leo XIV says God rejects prayers of leaders who start wars.

@kyprobassangler That and a Rapala lure that served me well.

Zebco 33 was my first reel to start fishing growing up . Was it Yours ?

The moment a tiger is released back into the wild at the Sahyadri Tiger Reserve.

In the spring of 1955, a 67-year-old grandmother from Ohio told her children she was going for a walk. She didn’t say how far. She didn’t say why. She simply kissed them goodbye, packed a cloth bag with the barest essentials, and vanished into the Georgia wilderness. Her name was Emma Rowena Gatewood — and she was about to do something no woman had ever done before. For three decades, Emma had endured unspeakable violence in her Ohio farmhouse. Beatings that broke her ribs, blackened her eyes, and nearly broke her spirit. She had raised eleven children on that farm. She had finally escaped her husband in 1941, but the invisible scars ran deeper than any wound. Then one quiet afternoon, she read an article in National Geographic about the Appalachian Trail — more than 2,000 miles of rugged paths stretching from Georgia to Maine. The writer made it sound peaceful. Achievable. Beautiful. Emma thought: If men can walk it, so can I. But she knew what would happen if she told anyone. Her children would worry. Friends would call her foolish. A grandmother, alone in the wilderness? Impossible. Dangerous. So she kept her plan silent as a prayer. She sewed a simple denim bag and filled it with the absolute basics: a blanket, a plastic shower curtain, a first-aid kit, bouillon cubes. No tent. No sleeping bag. No proper hiking boots — just a pair of Keds sneakers and a cotton dress. On May 3, 1955, she boarded a bus to Georgia and began walking north from Mount Oglethorpe. Alone. The trail was nothing like the magazine promised. It was merciless. Roots caught her feet. Rocks sliced through her thin shoes. Rain turned the path to mud. Insects swarmed relentlessly. At night, she slept on bare ground in abandoned shelters, sometimes shivering too violently to rest. She got lost. She fell, twisting her ankle so severely she could barely stand. Sitting on that rock, pain shooting through her leg, she wondered if this was where her journey would end. But after catching her breath, she wrapped her ankle tight and kept moving. Always moving. Hikers who passed her didn’t know what to make of the small, gray-haired woman in a dress and sneakers, carrying a homemade sack. Some thought she was lost. Others assumed she was crazy. A few offered food or shelter. She thanked them graciously, then continued on. When strangers asked why she was walking, she’d smile softly and say she wanted to see the country. But anyone who looked into her eyes could see something deeper burning there. This wasn’t recreation. This was reclamation. Every mile was a mile farther from the life that had tried to destroy her. Every step was proof she was still here, still strong, still capable of extraordinary things. Weeks became months. Her feet bled. Her back ached. The sun burned her skin raw. But she never stopped. On September 25, 1955, Emma Gatewood stood on the summit of Mount Katahdin in Maine. She had walked 2,168 miles in 146 days. She was the first woman to hike the entire Appalachian Trail alone in a single season. When word spread, reporters flooded in. Newspapers nationwide ran her story. Overnight, she became “Grandma Gatewood,” a household name. Everyone wanted to know how a 67-year-old woman with no training and minimal gear had accomplished what seasoned hikers failed to do. Emma smiled and said it wasn’t that complicated. She mentioned the trail needed better maintenance — too many rocks, not enough signs. She spoke as casually as if discussing her garden, not surviving one of America’s most grueling challenges. But she wasn’t finished. In 1957, she walked the trail again. Then in 1964, at 76 years old, she became the first person ever — man or woman — to complete the Appalachian Trail three times. Each journey with almost nothing. Each journey proving that true strength doesn’t come from equipment or training. It comes from refusing to surrender.

Nancy Hart single-handedly captured six Loyalist soldiers who barged into her home intending to ransack it.

@JenGoellnitz I need 3 of those in my front yard just to piss off the HOA

Battlefield 365 Shiloh, Tennessee

@KeeneJarret Sorry brother

My grandfather Roy, a WW2 veteran, died at 5:30 this morning in Birmingham. He was 103.

@RepMcGovern fuck off

Understand the difference. Those who peacefully protest Trump today love America. We hate what he is doing to America. When you love something, you fight for it. No kings. Not today. Not ever 🇺🇸

@realdebby10 So true

When helping the poor, leave the camera at home.

@koinu0925 Hang in there

抗がん剤再開の副作用が思ったよりしんどく、なんとか耐える日々になっている。 今日も負けない！！ 完璧じゃなくていい。 ギリギリでも生きていればいい。 だから負けない。

@TheCyberHouse @LongHornSteaks I grilled tonight but I like your meal better.

My birthday dinner was a 12oz ribeye and loaded baked potato at @LongHornSteaks and I even got a chocolate stampede (cake and ice-cream) for my birthday! What's for dinner?

@roikfbuwgc254 Kansas City BBQ rules

アメリカ人BBQ論争は日本のラーメン論争のように過激だ

@RoccoMiller8 He's done really well for a guy with chicken legs.

Purdue G Braden Smith on the Portal: -"Could I make more money somewhere else? Sure." -"Why would I go somewhere that may not go well, could make me hate basketball, and be potentially miserable?" -"Here, I'm an hour from home and can achieve my dreams. Why mess with that?"

Rick Pitino: “This was one of the most unique teams I’ve had in 52 years. Never one argument amongst the players… They were willing to do anything to try and win… Never again [will I have a team] with this type of attitude and just incredible people. My heart breaks for them.”

@67gta390 My first car was a 1970 Mustang Mach 1 with a 351 Cleveland. It would do about a 14 second in the 1/4 mile if memory serves me. Fastest car on the west side of town was a Camaro with a 427 did in the 12 second range.....good times!

#SuperStockSaturday #legendsofdragracing FUN FACT: Classic Ford vs Chevy, specifically Mustang vs Camaro or Camaro vs Mustang, depending on your loyalty. In my day, these races sparked many middle/high school bench racing arguments and was responsible for the beginnings of our brand loyalty. 📸internet

I love Wyoming because you can stop in any random town and find art like this on the side of a building

@Fair_and_Biased Maybe we just think she is creepy.

I used to wonder how ppl cheered as Christians were torn apart in the Colosseum. The harassment of Erika is similar- driven by envy, scapegoating, & boredom. “For they cannot sleep unless they do evil; they are deprived of slumber until they make someone fall.” - Prov. 4:16

@Punchy_Playz 11

The perfect grilled hotdog for you is…

@susancrabtree @RCPolitics Was it this guy

🚨SECRET SERVICE SCOOP: New details about the agent who shot himself earlier today while accompanying Jill Biden to the Philly airport. The agent was apparently rushing and fumbling around after forgetting his cell phone in the SUV, sources told @RCPolitics. The agent was only one week on the job with the Jill Biden detail. He was in the SUV behind the one Biden was traveling in. He left to accompany Jill Biden through the airport, but soon realized he forgot his cell phone. The agent rushed back to get it, and his pistol fell out of the holster and was lying on the seat. He grabbed his pistol quickly and negligently fired it as he was trying to put it back in the holster. The agent shot his butt cheek. He went to the hospital where he is recovering and is expected to be released later today.