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@GreenDawgDrew Yup

Anyone else experiencing a huge increase in supply chain COGS being scapegoated by these embargo based fuel prices ?

@GreenDawgDrew Buying opportunity similar to 1970s gold bull market

Favorite ETFs? Mine are VTI, VB and VO but I’m scary GLD is getting crushed rn. Market correction or a new valley?

@PJocky82 @RickCarusoLA More the cost of the project and still not finished Colorado spent 15 million on one. Saves money over long run

@RickCarusoLA wildlife crossing bridge is vital for Los Angeles wildlife conservation and preserving the habitat of LA!! This is why you’re not mayor!

California spent $100 million of our tax dollars on a ‘wildlife crossing bridge’ that still isn’t finished. That money should go towards making our streets safer & life more affordable. We don’t have an income problem, we have a spending problem.

California politicians just moved AB 1421 through the Assembly — a bill that orders the state to build a mileage tax system by 2027. Not "study." Not "explore." Implement. That means tracking every mile you drive — then taxing you for it. On top of gas taxes. On top of registration fees. On top of sales taxes. On top of local transportation taxes. This is a commuter punishment aimed straight at working families who drive to work, drive their kids to school, and drive to pick up groceries. Sound familiar? SANDAG tried this exact scheme right here in San Diego County. Residents found out. Commuters spoke up. Small businesses pushed back. They backed down. We stopped it once. We'll stop it again.

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Who got the Best OG consistent?

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@Capulator1 @Ben_grows Def not OG !!!

@Ben_grows I would say this picture does not look like OG.

Looking back on cannabis history, I’d argue “OG” has become the most misused term in the game. At one point it meant something very specific… now it seems like everything is OG. What do you think?

“When we were first invited to Milan for the Olympics, we said no. It felt like more than we could handle. But we kept thinking about what John and Matty would say if they knew we turned it down. We knew the answer.

John loved representing his country. From the time he was little, he dreamed of competing at the Olympics. In that final summer, he was working harder than ever, pushing himself with everything he had to earn a spot on that roster. He was going to be there.

Sitting with that knowledge while watching these Games was not easy — but being present for them, surrounded by people who truly cared about John and Matty, made it something we will always treasure.

Every person we encountered took the time to ask about the boys — who they were, what they meant to us, the kind of people they were away from the ice.

What struck us most was realizing that John and Matty's impact reaches so much further than we sometimes see in our own grief.

They are carried by so many people — in locker rooms, in conversations, in quiet moments we will never even know about. That means everything to us.

And then Team USA won gold. When Zach, Auston, and Matthew carried John's jersey around that ice, we were overwhelmed — they made sure he was there. And then to see Noa and Johnny — on Johnny's second birthday — carried out onto the ice to be part of that gold medal photo — there are no words for what that felt like.

John and Matty should have been there, and in that moment, they were.

Thank you to every member of that team for loving John & Matty - and for making sure they were part of something historic. And thank you to everyone at @NBCOlympics and @usahockey for your kindness, your generosity, and for bringing our family to Milan to witness it.

You gave us a gift we didn't know we needed. With love and gratitude, The Gaudreau Family"

@TrapJesusX what do you think of her ?

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I need tickets by any means necessary

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I bought this entire seed run last year off of @Raw_Genetics_ and @WCCcanna of (Toad Venom x Zikigai) x Zikigai now that me and @elusive_la found our keepers should I sell the rest of the seeds exclusively at Mary Jane Berlin?

California has increased its gas tax revenue by 87% in ten years. For every gallon of gas you buy, California collects $0.612/gallon, which is up from $0.278 a decade ago. The state collected $7.94 billion from driver's on California's roads last year. But that's not enough for Dems in Sacramento. So they're pushing through the early stages of a new tax on every mile that you drive. Call your legislators and tell them to vote HELL NO on AB1421.

John Mayer delivered an emotional eulogy for his friend and mentor, Grateful Dead co-founder Bob Weir, during a public memorial held in San Francisco on Saturday afternoon. "Good afternoon. Bobby and I were born on the same day, exactly 30 years apart. Libras. While the astrology checks out, three decades is a pretty wide chasm between any two people, whether they share a birthday or not. In the 30 years that preceded me, Bob had become a countercultural icon. I was a child of the 1980s. I come from a world of structural thinking, the concept, the theorizing, the reassessing, the perfecting. Bob learned early on that spirit, heart, soul, curiosity, and fearlessness was the path to glory. We both found success with each of our templates, and then we found each other. "The echoes of the music Bobby and the Grateful Dead made would lead me to him, through whatever strange and nervy knack I have for sidling up next to the things I'm in awe of. What would follow would become the adventure of a lifetime for me. It's hard to find the words to describe the relationship Bob and I had: we never really went looking for them. We didn't need to. We stood side by side together in the music. That's where those 30 years would melt away and that Libra balance would kick in. We'd become comrades, sometimes brothers, even if only by one shared parent. We were unlikely partners, and that was part of our magic. "Over the course of a decade, we came to trust each other. He taught me, among many other things, to trust in the moment, and I'd like to think I taught him a little bit to rely on a plan, not as a substitute for the divine moments, but as a way to lure them in a little closer. I guess maybe what I was really doing was showing him he could rely on me. Bob took a chance on me. He staked his entire reputation on my joining a band with him. He gave me musical community, he gave me this community. I got to know his incredible family, Natasha, Monet, and Chloe, whom I now consider my dear friends for life. He lent me his songbook, invited me into the worlds he'd constructed, and taught me what the songs meant and what it meant to perform them. In return, I gave him everything I had night after night, year after year. "The honor of getting the opportunity to express my heart and soul and take flight over those magical compositions has never been lost on me. It's also never been lost on me that there is very little difference between myself and anyone else who loves this music. In so many ways, our experiences have been the same. So I'd like to say a few words to Dead Heads everywhere: the excitement you felt when you were boarding a plane or packing up the car to travel miles to see the shows was the same excitement I felt about flying to the next city, working out the setlist in a group chat, meeting up with the band on stage for sound check, and getting ready for that magical moment when we take the stage and discover whatever was in store for us that night. "When tours would end, you would come home, dump out on your couch, and sleep for two days straight. I would do the same. I could feel the connection we shared together, all of us tired and weary, our hearts so full of music and memories, waiting on the next bit of chatter that it could all happen again. When we played multiple nights in the same city, the afternoons in between felt as if we were suspended in a dream, waiting to become reanimated as soon as the first note of the next show would play. You might have gone to work and your colleagues wouldn't understand why you were only half there; it's because the other half of you was still at the venue, ready to become whole again by the music. I felt the same. The hours before the next show existed only to bring the next show closer to us all. "To the countless musicians who have shared a stage with Bobby, I share in this sadness with you. To have played behind him is to know how the songs go. We will forever share stories of what we learned from studying under a master, and we will go on to teach others how he saw this music, how to leave room to hang a note, how to embody the main character of each song, giving the music everything those characters require for their stories to come to life. After all we'd shared together, something new has arisen: a sadness so hard to put into words and nowhere near being fully realized. We've only begun to make sense of what's gone missing, and in the end, Bobby was right again. Because all we can do is hold on to this moment, and I don't have the faintest idea of a plan. "I know right now it's easy to feel as if time is speeding up and taking so much from us all, but I would remind you, as I have tried to remind myself this past week, of just how many nights we all lived so fully in each second, hanging on to every word of Bobby's, following the music around twists and turns through forests and over majestic vistas, taking in the magnificent interviews and wondering how we all got so lucky to have been found by this music and invited into this dream together. Bob had mentioned that Jerry had never really left him, that he still felt him up on his shoulder, and now Bob will be forever perched over my shoulder. I expect to see him in my dreams for many nights to come, when we'll take that stage together with the rest of the band and weave notes around one another, and I will wake up with a smile, remembering the beauty of it all. "There are a lot of Grateful Dead lyrics that give comfort at a time like this, but the line I find myself thinking about the most is from a Leon Russell song called 'A Song for You.' I'd like to think I can hear Bobby saying these words to us all this afternoon: 'But now I'm so much better, so if my words don't come together, listen to the melody because my love is in there hiding.' And so we will all keep listening together. 300 years, Bobby, now that's a plan I can get behind." "So here's something I know would make Bobby go. Thank you, Maestro. You changed my life. I will love you forever. Thank you." 📸: Miikka Skaffari/Getty Images

Today as the Dead faithful celebrated the life of Bob Weir, John Mayer delivered perhaps the only “Ripple” that’s ever made me smile-cry… Highly suggest.😔

@deanbphillips Maybe 5. Path to legal work permits no voting rights

How does this common sense agenda sound? 1. punish fraudsters 2. support law enforcement 3. secure our borders 4. deport criminals 5. offer paths to citizenship to those pursuing the 🇺🇸 dream, making our food, building our homes, mowing our lawns, & caring for our loved ones.

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