John Wynn

Meet Lucky, he protected his home from the intruders and got shot multiple times. This is the moment of him leaving the hospital after 54 days and 3 surgical operations

The White House has ordered Treasury Department employees not to share pictures of the White House demolition according to the Wall Street Journal. It would be a shame if this picture went viral then.

I feel like we are underreacting to this news....

Oh… Well, that’s not great for the whole “election security” thing… Super partisan group buying over a voting system company right before the mid-terms…

The Portland frog now has backup….meet the Portland Frog Brigade 💪!

Speaker Johnson is delaying my swearing in to avoid releasing the Epstein files. Join us in demanding Speaker Johnson: End the Shutdown. Swear me In. Release the Files. SIGN OUR PETITION 🔗adelita.us/sign

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

🏆 How does a comedy show have the best news research team? @TheDailyShow

Stephen Miller said the quiet part out loud. Trump has “plenary authority,” then suddenly went silent. The plan wasn’t to be made public. Clearly someone hit the panic button in his earpiece. It gets weirder: CNN uploaded the interview with the “plenary authority” comment edited out. 📌 Historic fascists with plenary authority: • Adolf Hitler • Benito Mussolini • Joseph Stalin

Trump adviser Stephen Miller cites president's 'plenary authority.' What does he mean? The term “plenary authority” refers to complete, unrestricted, or absolute power—authority that is full and not subject to checks or balances. In the context of Adolf Hitler, this concept is closely tied to the Enabling Act of 1933 (Ermächtigungsgesetz in German).

This piece of shit fucking coward could have prevented a 2nd Trump Presidency. He’s single-handedly responsible for how fucked up America is right now. @SenMcConnell

This Obama edit has 6.3 million likes and 23 million views on TikTok from a random political creator I've never seen the actual establishment sell Obama's legacy as well as this organic hit

Republicans just brought the House into session for a total of 2 minutes.
 
Democrats tried to bring up legislation to keep government open, keep children on their insurance, and keep health care costs from doubling.
 
Then they adjourned. The GOP will own this shutdown.

BREAKING: Congressman Jamie Raskin moments ago, regarding Republicans shutting down the Government and avoiding the release of the Epstein files: "They all said they wanted the Epstein files released, and then they had 1000 FBI agents working around the clock, and guess what they saw. Donald Trump’s name apparently all over the files and they came back and said ‘nothing to see here, we’re gonna sweep it under the rug. Call off the talking points everybody. Now we want to cover up the Epstein files.’ We’re not going to allow them to do that!”

“Health care for illegal aliens” is the new “immigrants are eating cats and dogs in Springfield.” The Republican playbook is simple: make up a baseless lie, repeat it every chance you get, hope and pray that everyone blames Democrats for the crises you created.

Trump is literally bailing out Argentina’s universal healthcare with a $20 billion loan.

I’ve worked in hospitals for two decades. He is referring to longstanding federal law that requires EDs to stabilize a patient before turning them away. The has nothing to do with present Democratic demands. It has to do with human beings not watching other humans bleed out

Every time Donald Trump puts up a racist AI generated video of Hakeem Jefferies or any of my colleagues, I’ll put a new movie poster about Trump and Epstein. #ReleasetheEpsteinFiles