@DrFresh2k@B7frankH Yeah I grew up in the ghetto of St. Louis so your "clearly" isn't too clear. No grown ass man should be punching a little girl in the face like that.
@_david_adam@B7frankH You clearly have never grown up in impoverished neighborhoods. These ghetto Children are like demon spawns and a lot of them would benefit from an ass whooping. Not saying that she deserved one, lets just hear the FULL STORY before we decide that she's an innocent little angel.
Grown man clocks a little girl in the face, gives her a nasty black eye. Dad shows up and turns the guy into modern art on the pavement. Society: "Omg that's illegal We must let the courts handle it fairly!" Courts: Probably a stern talking-to and community service. Real talk—when the system's too busy protecting the puncher, what's a father supposed to do? Stand there and clap? What do you think? Right move or "two wrongs don't make a right"? Drop your take below 👇
@B7frankH The real question we should be asking is... What did the little girl do to warrant her getting punched in the face?... Did she do something so aggregious that he had to punch her in the face?
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“…never tips hard working people.” You’re proving my point. Walking a plate of food from a kitchen to a table is not like putting up Sheetrock on the 14th floor of a high rise building.
EVERYONE works hard! And aren’t tipped for it.
I paid a $169.29 breakfast bill and left the tip at $0. Not because I didn’t notice the line — but because tipping, for me, is still a personal choice, not a fixed charge.
The meal itself was fully paid for. The prices were set, the tax was added, and the total was clear. Covering that bill already supports the restaurant, its staff, and its operations. That part of the transaction was complete.
What made this moment uncomfortable wasn’t the math — it was the pressure that followed. Tipping used to be a way to say “thank you” when service stood out. Somewhere along the way, it shifted into an expectation that can feel detached from the actual experience.
Everyone comes in with different circumstances, different standards, and different limits. Respecting that choice — whatever the number — is part of keeping trust between customers and businesses. When that respect slips, so does the desire to come back.
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🇮🇷 47 years ago, I stood at a window in Tehran as a 3-year-old boy, smelling burning tires and hearing the chants that would steal my country. I didn’t have words for what was happening. Today, I am watching smoke rise over the same city — but this time the smoke is not the end of Iran. It is, God willing, the beginning of her resurrection.
Several weeks ago I wrote in that the fever of 1979 was finally breaking. I never imagined I would wake up to see that fever confronted so directly. Israel — with the clear support of the United States — has launched a preemptive strike deep into Tehran and against the regime’s military machinery. Explosions in the capital. Military targets hit. The IRGC’s aura of invincibility, already cracked, is shattering in real time.
I do not celebrate war. No decent person does. What I celebrate — what millions of Iranians inside the country and in the diaspora have prayed for in secret for decades — is the possibility that a regime which has no right to exist may finally be forced to go.
This is the same regime that:
- Armed and cheered the October 7 massacre against Israel for no reason other than pure genocidal hatred.
- Murdered tens of thousands of its own sons and daughters who dared to walk peacefully in the streets demanding the most basic freedoms.
- Gouges out the eyes of young women for the “crime” of wearing makeup.
- Hangs teenagers from cranes for posting a tweet.
- Exports terror, poverty, and darkness to every corner it can reach including the U.S.
No nation, no people, should have to live under that. Not Israelis. Not Americans. Not Lebanese. Not Syrians. And certainly not Iranians.
I am a physician who has spent his life trying to heal bodies and a son of Iran who has spent his life mourning a stolen homeland. What we are witnessing is not aggression — it is surgery. Painful, necessary surgery to remove a tumor that has metastasized for 47 years. The tumor is the Islamic Republic that has hijacked Iran.
To the brave pilots and special operators of the Israeli Air Force and the men and women of the United States military now carrying out this mission: I pray for you with everything I have.
May God shield you from harm. May every missile find its target and every soldier return home safely to the families who love them. You are not invaders. You are the answer to the prayers of millions who have whispered “enough” in the dark since 1979. You are giving our friends the chance to breathe free air again. The entire region will owe you a peace we have not known in my lifetime.
To my fellow Iranians watching from inside the country right now, heart pounding, maybe hiding in basements or on rooftops: Hold on. The end is clearer than it has ever been. The regime’s fear is real. Their eyes — those same eyes that once stared down at us with absolute power — now show something they haven’t shown in decades: panic. The math has changed. The window of 1979 is finally closing.
To the little three-year-old boy I once was — and to every little boy and girl in Tehran, Isfahan, Shiraz, and Tabriz today who hears explosions instead of lullabies: This time the sounds are not the closing of a door. They are the opening of one.
The road ahead will not be easy. Transitions never are. But the direction is unmistakable. A secular, prosperous, free Iran is no longer a dream — it is becoming an inevitability.
I have lived the stolen life so that others might not have to. Today, for the first time in 47 years, I allow myself to believe that the stealing is almost over.
Thank you, Israel. Thank you, America. The Iranian people — the real Iran — will never forget.
The fever is breaking.
The dawn of 2026 is here.
And this time, the light wins.
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@_david_adam I don't even know from farming...outside of actual crops.
You aren't important to me or anyone else I've ever talked to. Kindly shut your bot-trap and leave me alone.
Not justified.
The kids have been taught stranger danger.
The boy called him a creep/creeper so IDK why they bleeped it out & no idea what he thought the ball would do. LOL!
Anyway, the bike was awfully close to his (stopped) car. He may have only been trying to help, I know. But in no way should he have expected them to go that close to him to get the bike right away.
He could've slowed down to say, "Might want to get this off the street" and driven off. He's an adult who SHOWED why they shouldn't have trusted him. He's the kind of guy who calls children names and then runs over their toys.