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Bill O’Reilly travels into San Francisco’s Tenderloin neighborhood, now a violent, third-world open-air drug market. What he uncovered is deeply disturbing. California Democrats aren’t just ignoring the chaos they’ve created...they’re GIVING homeless people CASH, which they then spend on drugs. O’REILLY: “What the currency here is, is heroin, cocaine, methamphetamine, all of it tinged now with fentanyl, which will kill you like that.” “Now these addicted people, these street people, they don’t care whether they live or die.” “Their whole lives center around intoxication.” “At the same time the city gives them needles, crack pipes, it’s just insane.” “So the problem never gets solved. It’s circular.” “Now, why do they come here? Why not go to Des Moines or some place like that?” “Because the City of San Francisco and the State of California gives them MONEY, as we discussed earlier.” “Cash!” “Okay? For nothing!” “And they use the cash to get intoxicated, to buy drugs.” “So why wouldn’t you come here, to San Francisco?”




Is Christianity a "science-stopper"? Here I am making the case that Christianity provided many of the key assumptions that made modern science possible. The presentation is based on my book The Soul of Science






Now is real time go. Rocky observed many humans who are happy, happy, happy about movie. This is good. You are all friends now. - Rocky

Chuck Norris, the martial arts champion who became an iconic action star and led the hit series “Walker, Texas Ranger,” has died. He was 86. Norris was hospitalized in Hawaii on Thursday, and his family posted a statement saying he had died Friday morning: It is with heavy hearts that our family shares the sudden passing of our beloved Chuck Norris yesterday morning. While we would like to keep the circumstances private, please know that he was surrounded by his family and was at peace. To the world, he was a martial artist, actor, and a symbol of strength. To us, he was a devoted husband, a loving father and grandfather, an incredible brother, and the heart of our family. He lived his life with faith, purpose, and an unwavering commitment to the people he loved. Through his work, discipline, and kindness, he inspired millions around the world and left a lasting impact on so many lives. While our hearts are broken, we are deeply grateful for the life he lived and for the unforgettable moments we were blessed to share with him. The love and support he received from fans around the world meant so much to him, and our family is truly thankful for it. To him, you were not just fans, you were his friends. We know many of you had heard about his recent hospitalization, and we are truly grateful for the prayers and support you sent his way. As we grieve this loss, we kindly ask for privacy for our family during this time. Thank you for loving him with us. variety.com/2026/film/news…

May 16, 1963. Gordon Cooper was orbiting Earth alone inside a capsule barely big enough to turn around in, moving at 17,500 miles per hour. He had been up there for over a day. Then the warnings started. First a faulty sensor screaming that the ship was falling — it wasn't. He switched it off. Then something far worse: a short circuit knocked out the entire automated guidance system. The one that kept the capsule steady. The one that was supposed to bring him home. Without it, reentry was nearly impossible. Too shallow an angle and the capsule would bounce off the atmosphere back into space. Too steep and it would incinerate. The margin for error was razor thin — and every computer that was supposed to hit that margin was dead. Down on the ground, NASA engineers watched the telemetry in silence. They could see everything going wrong. They could fix nothing. Cooper didn't panic. He uncapped a grease pencil and drew lines directly on the inside of his window to track the horizon. He looked up at the stars he had spent months memorizing and used their positions to orient the ship by eye. Then he set his wristwatch. Because when you have no computers left, you become the computer. At exactly the right moment — calculated in his head, confirmed by the stars outside — he fired the retrorockets. The capsule shook. The sky turned to fire. For several minutes, no one on Earth could reach him as plasma swallowed the ship whole. Then the parachutes opened. Faith 7 hit the water just four miles from the recovery ship — the single most accurate splashdown in the entire Mercury program. The man with a wristwatch and a few pencil marks on a window had outperformed every automated system NASA had. We talk a lot about technology saving us. And it often does. But Cooper's story is a quiet reminder that behind every machine, there still has to be a human being who can look out the window, think clearly under pressure, and decide what to do next. The final backup was never the software. It was him.











