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In honor of National Voter Registration Day tomorrow, the Broadway company of Hamilton headed into the booth to record “The Election of 2024”. We’re proud to partner with @WhenWeAllVote and @VoteRiders to make sure everyone’s voice is heard at the polls. Register to vote now!

When you send your kids to school there is zero chance they will come back to you "a different gender," but there is certainly a chance they won't come back at all. Yet some of y'all are worried about the former while shrugging about the latter.

Where has this been all my life?

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Being an entrepreneur for the first time is painful. You feel lost 98% of the time - the ups and downs are gut-wrenching. I wish I had a cheat sheet for when I started my first company. So I wrote one. In honor of 2023, here are the 23 Lessons I wish I knew sooner 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽

In NY, you can’t assume this is Halloween

#clevsind GO COLTS!

@queermudge @BCDreyer Following you now.

@queermudge @BCDreyer I would love a code if you’ve any left, thank you!

RT @JessicaValenti: When it comes to abortion, Republicans want to talk about 15 weeks vs 6 weeks because it's a lot easier than talking ab…

A grammar book walks into a bar * An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars. * A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly. * A bar was walked into by the passive voice. * An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening. * Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.” * A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intents and purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite. * Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything. * A question mark walks into a bar? * A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly. * Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type." * A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud. * A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves. * Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart. * A synonym strolls into a tavern. * At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack. * A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment. * Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor. * A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered. * An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel. * The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known. * A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph. * The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense. * A dyslexic walks into a bra. * A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines. * A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert. * A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget. * A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony . – Jill Thomas Doyle

I’ve been a hospital chaplain now for eight years at hundreds of deathbeds. I want to tell you something I’ve witnessed. Most people, at the end, realize they’ve spent a lot of their life hiding. Sometimes by choice, or because they could not safely choose to be themselves. ➡️

barbie’s wheelchair vs my actual wheelchair: a critical comparison aka the best twitter thread i will ever post strap in #Barbie

I revisit this lesson on writing structure every 3-4 months. Gold:

What happens in the days after you die? It will be horrible for your loved ones. I just learned about something you can do to make that easier for them: The Green Box Exercise.

@Derick_Fabert Your first sentence said Football. The rest of the tweet said Glen Campbell. Good night.

I've decided that linemen are all bad asses. They work crazy hours, deal with a lot of voltage, drive huge trucks and work in a bucket way up in the air. Shout out to them for working through their holiday weekend to get so many people's power back!

Dear Sir, We don’t know each other past a brief interaction, and in the event this finds you, wherever you are, tucked behind anonymity, I am hoping it may be of service in your walk with God. (thread)

In March 1945, a few weeks before we defeated Nazi Germany, the regular informational pamphlet Army Talks, sent to all U.S. soldiers and officers in Europe, was a primer on fascism. It’s remarkable to read now. For obvious reasons. archive.org/details/ArmyTa… h/t @HC_Richardson

“Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones. But no. Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal. A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said. We are at our best when we serve others.” Credit: Ira Byock