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This might be a minority opinion 🤷 This is the greatest song by the Pistols Sex Pistols - Holidays In The Sun #punk #punks #punkrock #sexpistols #holidaysinthesun #punkrockhistory

Bursting out with its off-kilter bassline on stage in 1993, The Breeders delivered “Cannonball” with a raw, indie edge, a track from Last Splash from 1993 that became their defining hit.

Comedy legend Norm Macdonald telling a story about meeting his new neighbor: The setup is simple. Norm has moved into a new place, and being neighborly, he knocks on the door next to his to introduce himself. "I'm your new neighbor," he tells the guy. "Good to see you, nice to nice to run into you, welcome to the neighborhood." The neighbor mentions he works at the University of Science. When Norm asks what he does there, the guy says: "I'm a professor of logic." Norm has never heard of it. So the professor offers to explain by example: "Do you own a dog house?" "Yes I do." "Well then that means you probably have a dog." "Yes." "Well that means you're likely you have a family if you have a dog." "Yes I do." "Well then that means you got kids, you're married." "Yes yes I am." "Well then you're a heterosexual man." "Yes sir I am." The professor explains the trick: "You see that's logic there. I asked if simply from finding out you had a dog house I made this series of inferences and I found you're a heterosexual man simply from the fact that you had a dog house." Norm is amazed. "Good God isn't that something." He says goodbye, invites the professor over for a chicken sometime, and heads off to catch a bus. At the bus stop, no bus is coming. A guy lights a cigarette, hoping it will summon one. It doesn't. Norm tells him, "Well that theory really worked huh." The guy shrugs: "Sometimes it works." Then the guy asks what's new, and Norm cannot help himself. He has just learned something fascinating. "I met my neighbor. He had a hell of an interesting job. He's a professor of logic down at the University of Science." The guy at the bus stop has never heard of logic either. So Norm, freshly trained, offers to demonstrate. "Let me ask you a question. Do you own a dog house?" "No I don't own a dog house." A pause. Then the guy at the bus stop delivers his own series of inferences: "Oh yeah you're one of them gays."

🎸😈 Billy Idol owning SNL in 1984 🔥 That bleach-blond sneer. That raw energy. That crowd losing it. This is pure 80s attitude in under 5 minutes. Whos the guy introduced Billy Idol ? 🤔

The Ramones played their final concert on August 6, 1996, at The Palace in Hollywood, California. Last song they performed was a cover of the Dave Clark Five’s “Any Way You Want It,” featuring Eddie Vedder on vocals. ⚡️ The Ramones final show, final song ⚡️

In 1943, Canada erased a hospital room from existence to save a royal baby — and Europe's oldest monarchy thanked them with flowers that still bloom 80 years later. The Nazis had taken Holland. Crown Princess Juliana of the Netherlands had fled across the Atlantic with her daughters, finding refuge in Ottawa while her homeland burned. Now she was pregnant — and that pregnancy had triggered a constitutional crisis no government had ever faced. The problem was brutally simple: If this baby was born on Canadian soil, Canadian law would grant automatic citizenship. And the ancient laws governing Dutch royal succession were unforgiving. Any hint of foreign citizenship could disqualify this child from ever ascending to the throne. Sending her home wasn't an option. German U-boats prowled the waters. The royal palace in The Hague had swastikas hanging from its windows. So Canada's lawyers did something that belongs in a novel, not a history book. On January 19, 1943, the Canadian government issued an Order in Council that rewrote reality. The maternity suite at Ottawa Civic Hospital was declared extraterritorial. Not Canadian. Not Dutch. Not part of any nation on Earth. For the span of a birth, that room existed in a legal void — a pocket of nowhere wrapped in hospital walls. Princess Margriet was born into that impossible space. The moment she drew breath, she was Dutch — purely, legally, unquestionably Dutch. No competing allegiance. No threat to her royal destiny. The lawyers closed their books. The doctors smiled. And then, as quietly as it had vanished, the room became Canadian again. The war ended. Holland was liberated. And the Dutch Royal Family didn't just say thank you — they said it in a language that would outlive everyone who spoke it. In 1945, 100,000 tulip bulbs arrived in Ottawa. Not as decoration. As gratitude made tangible. But one shipment wasn't enough to express what Canada had done. So they kept sending them. Every single year since 1945, the Dutch Royal Family sends 20,000 more bulbs to the Canadian capital. Today, if you walk through Ottawa every May, you'll find over three million tulips blazing along the Rideau Canal, flooding through Commissioners Park, turning the city into rivers of crimson, gold, and violet. Most people who stop to take photos have no idea they're standing in the middle of a thank-you note that's been growing for eight decades. Princess Margriet is 83 now. She still makes the journey to Ottawa during tulip season, walking through gardens that exist because she was once born in a room that legally didn't. Some acts of kindness become gardens. Some thank-yous outlive everyone who gave them. And some flowers bloom forever.

🇬🇧🔬 Open your kitchen drawer. Pick up a knife. The metal you are holding was invented by a Sheffield steelworker's son. His name was Harry Brearley. He was born in Sheffield in 1871. He left school at 12 and went to work in the same steelworks as his father. ⚙️ He educated himself in chemistry at night, by candlelight, in evening classes. By his early forties, he was running the Brown-Firth Research Laboratory. In 1912, the British military gave him a problem. Their rifle barrels were wearing out too quickly from the heat of repeated firing. They needed a steel that could survive higher temperatures. He was solving a different problem. On 13 August 1913, Brearley cast an alloy with 12.8% chromium. He took a polished sample. He left it on a workbench. Weeks later, he came back. 🔥 Every other sample had rusted. His one had not. A steel that would never rust. He took it to his employers. They were not interested. He took it to the Sheffield cutlers. They told him it could not be sharpened. The talk of the town was that Harry Brearley had invented a knife that would not cut. He persisted. ⚖️ He found a cutler called Ernest Stuart at the Portland Works who tested the steel with vinegar and lemon juice. The blade did not stain. Stuart suggested a new name for it. Not rustless steel. Stainless steel. Within a decade, Sheffield was the stainless steel capital of the world. Within a century, stainless steel was in every kitchen, every hospital, every operating theatre, every kitchen sink, every skyscraper, every spacecraft. 🚀 Harry Brearley never grew rich from his invention. He did not invent for money. He invented for the country. He died in 1948, still in Sheffield, still working class. ✍️ Every modern thing that does not rust began in a Sheffield laboratory. By accident. In the hands of a steelworker's son. 🇬🇧 The British write their own history. They always have. Help us remember who we are. Help us remember every British achievement. 👇🙏 👉 proudofus.co.uk/support 👈 Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

Derby winner, Golden Tempo, refuses to visit the White House! He said, "If I wanted to see a horse's ass I would've come in 2nd".

🎶🎶Same old boring Sunday morning Old man's out washing the car Mum's in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner Her best meal, moaning while it lasts Johnny's upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark Annoying the neighbours with his punk rock electric guitar🎶🎶

The best thing is, they'll never forget it 👍

Ricky Gervais tells what sounds like a heartbreaking TRUE story about spotting a missing 5-year-old girl… He saw her smiling face on a milk carton, blonde hair, blue eyes, always happy. Then days later… he actually finds her. Hands tied. Crying her eyes out. The room goes completely silent. Wait for the ending. It’s pure evil genius. 😂

'Daily Show' host Jon Stewart says what we've all been thinking about Trump's infamous signature.

Tried to speak to Max Scherzer about the Kangaroo Court issue with his manager, and Scherzer said he’ll talk tomorrow: “The fact that Schneids brought it up publicly before litigation, will be raised in court.” 😂

Good Morning 🌞 The Undertones - Teenage Kicks (1978) ▶️

Six years ago, 22 people were killed in the deadliest mass shooting in Canada’s history.   Today, we remember the lives that were taken. We hold their families, their loved ones, their communities, and all of Nova Scotia close in our hearts. And we renew our responsibility to remember the victims not only in mourning, but in sustained, meaningful action to build a safer country for all Canadians.

@cowincrisis A horse or two

new barn! what should i put in it?

@cowincrisis @BellaBaddie__ Not sure what a cow thinks but I don’t like possums. Could delete them imo

@BellaBaddie__ horse

delete one animal from earth

In 1986, a five-year-old boy in India fell asleep on a bench at a train station while waiting for his older brother to come back. His brother never returned. The boy wandered onto an empty train carriage, thinking his brother might be inside. He fell asleep again. When he woke up, the doors were locked and the train was moving. It didn’t stop for nearly two days. When it finally did, he was in Kolkata, nearly 1,500 kilometres from home. He was too young to know his surname, couldn’t read, and had no idea what his hometown was called. He survived alone on the streets for weeks, sleeping under station benches and scavenging scraps of food, before eventually being taken to an orphanage and declared a lost child. No one could trace where he came from. He was adopted by a couple from Tasmania, Australia, who gave him a loving home and a new life. His name became Saroo Brierley. He grew up on the other side of the world. But he never forgot. He held onto fragments: the image of a bridge near a train station, a water tower, a neighbourhood layout, the faces of his family. In his mid-twenties, he discovered Google Earth. He calculated the rough distance the train could have covered based on how long he remembered being on it, drew a circle on a map around Kolkata, and began searching along every railway line within that radius. Some weeks he spent 30 hours scanning satellite images of towns across central India, looking for landmarks that matched his childhood memories. His family in Australia didn’t even know. They thought he was just browsing the internet. In 2011, after years of searching, he found it. A water tower. A bridge. A ravine past a station. It was a neighbourhood called Ganesh Talai in the city of Khandwa. He zoomed in and recognised the streets he had walked as a small boy. He flew to India and walked through the town until he found his family’s home. The door was chained shut and he feared the worst. Then people came out. One of them led him to a woman down the road. It was his mother. She had never stopped looking for him. After 25 years, they were standing in front of each other. What he didn’t know until that moment was that his brother Guddu, the one he’d been waiting for at the station that night, had been struck and killed by a train. His mother had spent 25 years searching for both sons. She learned what happened to one. She never stopped praying for the other. His story became the book “A Long Way Home” and was adapted into the film “Lion,” which received six Academy Award nominations.

Just scored a suh-WHEET deal on Facebook Marketplace on a customized OPP van and a private jet from a guy in North Etobicoke. He even throw in some really nice land near the Niagara Escarpment.