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@SoveyX If he’d asked:

🚨 Not Even Close to Breaking: Icelandic Pilot Ends Career by Flying Low Over Childhood Home, Sheep Briefly Consider Filing a Complaint Then Return to Eating Grass A retiring Icelandic pilot reportedly spent his final flight dropping a full-sized commercial aircraft low over his childhood home, because apparently in Iceland, emotional closure is achieved through aviation. Witnesses say the pass was clean, deliberate, and just aggressive enough to remind every roof in the area that this man, unfortunately, made it. Officials confirmed the maneuver was “not authorized,” which means somewhere a small pack of laminated adults is now treating one old pilot’s cinematic goodbye like a midair coup. The plane did not crash. The town did not collapse. But paperwork has now entered its grief era. Naturally, the story is not that a man ended a long career with one absurdly iconic farewell. The question now is whether anything memorable is still allowed to happen in Iceland without triggering the furrowed brow of someone named Magnus. In America, this would promp a safety panel, an emergency podcast, and at least one liberal woman calling it “a breach of trust.” In Iceland, a few people looked up, decided it was probably his business, and kept moving.

@lecternleader It looks AI because I don’t see a lot of gawkers slowing down as they go by.

I've borrowed my friend's car and keep sending him pictures of it completely totaled and saying "oopsie daisies"

This is hilarious! I found this guy from an article on Not The Bee.

@TRHLofficial This might be true. 😬

Men is this true.

@The_Kyle_Mann Why is Trump building a castle wolfenstein?

🚨 BREAKING: The New York Times has released this terrifying render of Trump's ballroom. Should Trump be allowed to do this to our democracy?

@TheChiefActual @GOTXPRO Milla Vanilla

I also peeked up zees shades at zee, how you say, Ron Jean surf shop in zee charming citeee de Panama, in zee Riviera de Redneck

Trump when he's snubbed for the Nobel Peace Prize

@ScottAdamsSays I remember encountering my first Dilbert cartoon but I don’t recall if I was still in college or at my first job. But it was early-mid 90’s and I was hooked. I have several books and relate so much at work to some Dilbert cartoon. I’m sad hearing your prognosis and I will miss you and your take on things.

@Rightanglenews Me to them:

BREAKING - One of the Somali daycares in Minneapolis at the center of fraud investigations, Nokomis Daycare Center, is now reporting that there was a break-in overnight at the facility and that multiple documents, including child records and checkbooks, are missing.

@amuse @EU_Commission And when the EU first started talking about mandating a connector, micro usb a was the non-Apple standard. Can you imagine being stuck with that?

@EU_Commission When Steve Jobs introduced the iPhone the EU's GDP was greater than America's. Today the EU's GDP is 40% smaller and shrinking. This is the perfect example of why. x.com/amuse/status/2…

One port, one cable, one Europe. This holiday, unwrap the power of one: USB-C for all. Yes, not just phones, tablets, and laptops. In three years, every charger will be under the same tree. Because less waste, smarter choices, mean more for everyone, all year long. link.europa.eu/QDMFTh

@alphafox Don’t be such a bigot. Trichinosis has feelings too.

Is it safe to eat uncooked bacon?! 😨

@BenSasse Hey man. So sorry to hear this. Sometimes it can be hard to have a positive attitude.

Friends- This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die. Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do. I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all. Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints. There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come. Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son. A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears. Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet. Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective: “When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.” I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape. But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9). With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices, Ben — and the Sasses

🚨HELPFUL REMINDER, MEN:

@TheBabylonBee This would be a more realistic gift.

Man Thought Adult Christmases Would Have A Lot More Surprise Cars With Giant Bows On Top buff.ly/cUytcBQ

@TaraBull That’s so sweet! At least until she learns about the trust that doesn’t have her name on it.

85-year-old millionaire Samuel Whitmore marries 25-year-old Maya in impromptu Las Vegas wedding. She says: "From the moment I saw his kind eyes, I knew he was my soulmate." True love does still exist ❤️

@thehicklife That’s the size I would get too. It is probably cheaper per ounce.

I asked my husband to pick up a large sour cream. Here it is next to a gallon of milk. 5 lbs. The damn thing weighs 5 lbs. 😆

In Elf the elves are making copies of monopoly and other copyrighted games and toys. How does that work? Did hasbro grant Santa the rights? Is Santa just pumping out tons of unlicensed reproductions?