David Dirling

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David Dirling

David Dirling

@ddirling

Work in banking. Follow NASCAR

denver, co Katılım Nisan 2009
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Matt Yocum
Matt Yocum@MattYocum·
Whew. All I can say is, I feel sorry for you if you have @Allstate insurance. The good hands people seem more like the Heisman pose people. And it only makes me more grateful for my 30th year with @Nationwide insurance and The Cook Agency. An Allstate policy holder rear ended me doing 25 mph wearing his Amazon vest. Appears, he's ducking his insurance company, because he hasn't reached out to them and its been three weeks. So I have to wait three weeks for 3 different phone call attempts by Allstate, number two is today, reaching out to the policy holder to get his story. The officer wrote on the police report Allstate guy was at fault with failure to control his speed when he rear ended me.
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Mark Martin
Mark Martin@markmartin·
I’m glad I’m not in the booth.
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LadyValor
LadyValor@lady_valor_07·
You may be old but are you this old?
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Jonah Goldberg
Jonah Goldberg@JonahDispatch·
@DougHeye Oh my friend part 2 was a very dark episode. The gang was tricked into making a bootleg recording of a Doobie Bros. concert. It was not for the faint of heart. No this isn’t a joke.
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Mr PitBull
Mr PitBull@MrPitbull07·
A 19-year-old making minimum wage just taught a billionaire what integrity looks like. Joey Prusak was working the counter at a Dairy Queen in Hopkins, Minnesota, when he noticed something that made his stomach turn. A blind customer had just finished ordering. As the man turned to walk away, a $20 bill slipped from his pocket and floated to the floor. He had no idea. Joey expected what would happen next. The woman standing behind the blind man would tap his shoulder and hand him his money back. That's not what happened. Instead, she looked directly at the blind man struggling to put his wallet away. She watched him walk past her. Then she bent down, picked up the $20, and slipped it into her purse. Joey couldn't believe what he just witnessed. When the woman stepped up to the counter to order, Joey did something that could have gotten him fired. He looked her in the eye and asked her to return the money to the man she had just stolen from. She refused. She claimed the $20 was hers. She said she had dropped it herself. Joey asked again. She refused again. So the 19-year-old manager made a decision. He told her plainly: "I'm not going to serve someone as disrespectful as you. Please return the money or leave this store." The woman exploded. She started yelling. She cursed at him. But Joey stayed calm. She stormed out without her ice cream. But Joey wasn't finished. He walked over to the blind man, who was sitting peacefully eating his sundae, completely unaware of what had just happened. Joey reached into his own pocket, pulled out a $20 bill from his own wallet, and handed it to the customer. Joey made about $10 an hour. That $20 represented two hours of his work. He didn't tell anyone about it. He didn't post about it. He just went back to serving customers. But someone else in line had watched the entire thing unfold. That customer went home and wrote an email to Dairy Queen. The email said: "I was in shock by the generosity that your employee had, taking his own money out of his own wallet to give to the customer because some other lady decided to steal something that wasn't hers. Joey has forever sealed my fate as a lifelong customer." The store owner printed the email and pinned it to the employee bulletin board. A coworker snapped a photo and posted it on Facebook. Within days, Joey's story had traveled around the world. Then something unbelievable happened. Joey's phone rang. On the other end was Warren Buffett, one of the richest men in the world. Buffett's company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns Dairy Queen. The billionaire didn't call to offer business advice. He called to say two words: Thank you. "He thanked me for being a role model for all the other employees and people in general," Joey later said. But the rewards kept coming. Strangers started showing up at the store. A woman ran up to Joey with an envelope full of cash for his college fund. A man drove all the way from another town just to hand Joey $100, saying he deserved five times what he had given away. Radio shows invited him on as a guest. Companies offered him jobs. The Minnesota Wild hockey team called and gave him a private suite for 20 of his closest friends. All because a teenager refused to stay silent when he saw something wrong. When reporters asked Joey why he did it, his answer was simple: "I was just doing what I thought was right. I did it without even really thinking about it." He paused, then added something that stuck with people: "Ninety-nine out of 100 people would've done the same thing as me." Maybe he's right. Maybe most of us would do the same thing. But Joey Prusak is the one who actually did it. He didn't have power. He didn't have wealth. He didn't have influence. He was just a teenager behind a counter, making $10 an hour, with nothing but his integrity and a $20 bill. And that was enough to remind millions of people what doing the right thing looks like.
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David L. Bahnsen
David L. Bahnsen@DavidBahnsen·
Amen, Erick. Anyone who would defend Trump’s tweet below, please just unfollow me. I can’t even comprehend that we have a President who would say something like that, but that’s because I am stubborn and refuse to learn who he really is. But that there may be “friends” of mine who would defend it, I would far prefer to have less “friends.”
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Igor Bobic
Igor Bobic@igorbobic·
Philip Rivers — aging, chubby, dysfunctional — and still getting the job done as America’s quarterback 🇺🇸
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Clay Travis
Clay Travis@ClayTravis·
Always great to get fan mail.
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Merriam-Webster
Merriam-Webster@MerriamWebster·
Printing presses kept their letters in cases. Capital letters went in the upper case. Smaller letters went in the lower case. This is why we say ‘UPPER CASE’ and ‘lower case.’ Ok, but what did we call them before the invention of the printing press? MAJUSCULE and minuscule.
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David Dirling
David Dirling@ddirling·
@BenHoffmanNYT For years I thought it was pronounced Grizzard. It wasn't until shortly before he died it was pronounced GriZZARD
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Benjamin Hoffman
Benjamin Hoffman@BenHoffmanNYT·
With the AJC dropping its print edition, I feel compelled to share one of the greatest moments in print design history
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Buitengebieden
Buitengebieden@buitengebieden·
Mommy and her baby.. 😊
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David Dirling
David Dirling@ddirling·
@markmartin If the 6 is leading, it's Mark Martin. If the 9 is leading, it's Bill Elliott 🙂
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Diana Summers
Diana Summers@ladydshops·
@yesnicksearcy @daniel_knauf I moved to Ventura in 1975 and visited my late uncle George Murdock in Hollywood. He warned me then to stay away from Hollywood parties. I happily escaped in 2003 to hubby’s birthplace in Kentucky.
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Nick Searcy, Actor/Director/Producer/Author
I concur with @daniel_knauf. I moved to LA in 1992 to further my acting career. It was an exciting, vibrant city, buoyed by a film industry teeming with opportunity. For about 20 years, I had the time of my life there. Then it turned sour. Even during the 2010-2015 run of Justified, I knew it was time to get out, but we hung on a little longer. Then COVID hit, and I saw how insane the one party-ruled state government was -- and worse yet, how I was surrounded by brainwashed zombies who supported every tyrannical rule the government decreed. We had to leave CA to save ourselves, as so many sensible people have done. It's a shame, but it's a reality. The film industry is gone. I began saying 20 years ago that LA would wind up being only the already rich people and their servants, since the middle class would not be able to survive. All that has come true. I miss the old LA like a dearly departed friend. But just like them, it is gone forever. Leftists are locusts. They destroy everything. RIP, Los Angeles.
Daniel Knauf 👹🌎@daniel_knauf

I was born in California. Second generation native Angeleno. For 60 years, it was my home. I vigorously defended it against all the trash-talkers. But the slow, grinding circle around the drain began around 2005 and inexorably continued until the insane policies under Covid completely crushed it. It wasn’t just the institutions and leadership—though those were putrid enough. It was the people. Some were homegrown, yes, but most arrived with the slow flood of newcomers from the East, drawn by the sunshine and the chance to reinvent themselves from pasty, skinny, stooped, miserable assholes into bronzed, ripped, grinning, even-bigger-assholes. There was an uptight, judgy nastiness about them—an eagerness to boss strangers around; a tendency toward condescension, materialism and self-importance blended with obsessive virtue-signaling and the dogged pursuit of an oppressive, soul-suffocating conformity. The Great Rotting began in inland Orange County and gradually metastasized until communities that had once possessed distinctive, unique cultures merged into a big, bland, vaguely shitty blob. To me, the definitive image of the death of my California was the helicopter shot of bulldozers filling in the Venice skate parks. That was my Tiananmen Square—the moment I knew that “we” had been outnumbered by “them” and there was no longer any vestige left of the Golden State that raised me. Worse, there was no going back. My California is dead. In its place is a ghastly, shambling, zombie-version of itself; the animated corpse of Gidget, her decomposing, desiccated flesh squeezed into a teeny-weeny polka-dot bikini soiled with glistening body-fluids. The place I remember—my home, my native land—no longer exists. And it never will again. I am a refugee from a shining place obliterated by time. My heart was broken by its decline. I sought it out elsewhere and managed to find a reasonable approximation 9,000 miles away in the Tuscan hills of Italy. To those who fight for what was, I salute you and wish you well. But I loved California too much to inhabit the shell of it.

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