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@japan_nobunaga 🤣🤣🤣

For the fourth time since my arrival, I entered the small eatery. Before I could utter a sound, the woman behind the counter spoke. “The usual?” "The usual," Doris said, setting down sunny side up, wheat toast, hot tea. Exactly as I have ordered it every Thursday for two months. THE USUAL. I had heard this phrase in your films and assumed it was reserved for detectives and cowboys. No one told me it could be conferred upon ME. No one tells you it arrives without ceremony, one Thursday you are a customer, the next you are KNOWN, and the eggs are moving before the door finishes its bell. I want to be precise about the scale of what Doris does, because I have studied her like a strategist. She tracks the orders of perhaps two hundred regulars IN HER HEAD. No ledger. Carl: black coffee, short stack. The deputy: scrambled, bacon "almost burnt, not burnt, ALMOST." Me: the eggs of the rising sun, wheat, tea. When Carl's doctor changed his orders, the short stack became oatmeal WITHOUT CARL ASKING, and Carl, a large man, went quiet in a way the whole counter pretended not to see. That is not food service, America. That is GUARDIANSHIP, conducted at six a.m., while calling everyone "hon." In Japan, a tea master might study a single guest for years to anticipate one preference. It is high art. Doris does it at scale, before sunrise, in orthopedic shoes. "The usual" is not an order. It is a TITLE. It means a place has watched you arrive enough mornings to bet eggs on your return. Citizenship, issued one plate at a time. A man does not ask to be known. He arrives every Thursday until he is. This morning, drunk on my new rank, I tested its borders. "Doris," I said. "Surprise me." The counter went still. Carl turned fully around. Doris narrowed her eyes. Studied me like a hand of cards. And ruled: "...You'll have the usual. But I'm putting the jam on the side. You're not a surprise guy, hon." JAM ON THE SIDE. She was completely right, America. The jam was excellent. Carl nodded once, like a judge. I am not a surprise guy. I am a usual guy. Fifty-four years and one waitress to learn it, and I have never been more at peace. The jam is part of the usual now. She never asked. She knew. Of course she knew. She's Doris.

@MattPinner_ Bertha.

Vintage old lady name for this cat please ♥️

@japan_nobunaga I am so happy you showed up on my for you page.

The wind changed, the air grew heavy, and the sky above my neighbor’s house began to pulse with an unholy light. Gary responded by carrying out two chairs and offering me one. The sky was green-black. The trees had gone silent in the way trees do before they regret things. My instinct, refined by eight hundred years of sensible ancestors, said: walls. Now. Gary said: "You want lemonade? It's about to get good." About to get GOOD. The storm was not a threat to Gary. It was programming. "Should we not go inside?" I asked. "And miss this? Nah." So I sat. On a porch. Facing the enemy. The thunder rolled in from the west and Gary rated it. "That one was decent." Lightning split the sky into rivers and Gary said, "There you go," the way one encourages a shy performer. In my land, a storm is endured. Shutters closed, candles ready, family gathered in the innermost room. Here, the storm is a visiting theater troupe, the porch is front-row seating, and attendance is a point of pride. The rain hit the street like applause. The wind sent a trash can lid rolling down the block and Gary said, "That's Pete's," with no further commentary. "You are not afraid?" I asked. "Of what? It's just weather. If it gets real bad, we'll head in." Gets REAL bad. So there is a line. Gary knows where it is. Eight generations of porch-sitting have taught his blood the exact difference between a show and a siege. I do not have this knowledge. I have Gary. A storm does not ask for an audience. It draws one anyway, and does its finest work. I have purchased a porch chair. It sits beside Gary's. When the sky turns green now, I do not hide. I attend.

@MJTruthUltra Good! It should of happened millions of dollars ago.

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@nicksortor Like you have a half ass chance of being elected President.

🚨 BREAKING: California Governor Gavin Newsom claims he’s under FEDERAL INVESTIGATION by the DOJ And he sounds absolutely PETRIFIED 🤣 “In recent days, federal agents have knocked on the doors of family, friends, and former employees… and they're demanding records.” Not looking good for Gav!

@tanpukunokami You sir, are a treasure.

“Soup or salad?” That is what the waitress asked me in America. But she said it fast. Too fast. So I heard: “Super salad?” I stopped breathing. I had come for lunch. I did not know I had qualified for a legendary vegetable. The waitress held her pen and waited. I looked at her. She looked at me. Behind me, a man coughed with the kindness of someone watching a stranger walk into a glass door. I said, very carefully, “What makes it super?” The waitress blinked. “Sorry?” I should have stopped there. A wise man retreats when the battlefield is clearly made of lettuce. But I am not a wise man. I am NOBUNAGA. So I continued. “Is it the size? The power? Does it come with special abilities?” The waitress lowered her pen. “It’s… soup. Or salad.” Separate words. Two roads. Not one champion. My soul left my body, walked to the parking lot, and waited in the car. In Japan, salad is humble. Leaves. Tomato. Maybe cucumber. A quiet green citizen sitting politely beside the real meal. But this was America. I have seen American salads with chicken, bacon, cheese, eggs, croutons, dressing, and the emotional confidence of a main character. Some salads here are just hamburgers that went to college. So maybe I was wrong. But not completely wrong. The Super Salad could exist. The country is ready. A man does not ask the lettuce to stay humble. He only becomes brave enough to meet the bowl. The waitress was still looking at me. I needed to answer before the entire restaurant joined my ancestors in disappointment. I said, “Salad.” Normal voice. Wounded spirit. She wrote it down and said, “Great.” Great. Not super. But close enough. The salad arrived. It was normal. No cape. No theme music. No tomato with a sword. Just leaves. I ate it anyway. Slowly. Respectfully. Because for one shining moment, I had believed America looked at lettuce and said, “Give this man a boss fight.” From now on, whenever I hear “soup or salad,” I will pause, breathe, and prepare my fork for the warrior that may never come.

@OYourNameHereO @POTUS God Bless her!

This is Rosalie, Rosalie is 107 years old and wants to wish @POTUS a very happy and blessed birthday. Her Instagram account is Rosaliecianelli

@AlexDuncanTX Amen.🙏

In order to save America, we must deport all Muslims and close down all Mosques.

Please watch and share this with your friends and family.

@TheOnlyDSC What's so pathetic is they believe the BS coming from their mouths.

Black people are segregating themselves from us. Why? When we’re near them, we steal from them.

@JackPosobiec God is so Good!

The storm the left was praying for suddenly parted just as it passed over and missed Washington DC completely How is this possible

@japan_nobunaga B-Georgia

Quick poll for Americans only 🇺🇸 Can you live a normal life WITHOUT a car? A) Yes, totally fine in my city B) No, impossible, I'd be stranded Reply A or B + your state 🙋

@MissyE2024 It is very true mate.

@japan_nobunaga @GilbertKitching I do and I keep it close.

Be honest with me, Americans 🇺🇸 Do you actually own a gun? In Japan, I have never seen a real one. Not once. Not at a friend's house. Not in a drawer. Never. But online, every American just goes "oh, mine's in the nightstand" like it's a phone charger 🔌 So now I'm genuinely curious: What's YOUR gun? The very first one you ever got? Is this normal everywhere in the US? Or just some states?

@SholdonDaniels It's the right thing. We can all take a lesson.

It’s a culture thing.

@bonchieredstate Amen!

Again, you may not like the UFC thing at the White House, but the moment you hung a giant pride flag from the columns and had half-naked “trans” activists exposing themselves on the lawn, you lost all right to complain about desecration.

@muskrat_london @ronsterd89 Respect.

@ronsterd89 @KB072024 Had my last cigarette 45 years ago, no patches/hypnosis/support teams just good old fashioned willpower.

Do you actually know anyone who successfully quit smoking?

@ronsterd89 I actually used Chantix. I've been through some life changing events since then and have not had one desire to pick it back up.

@KB072024 How?

@ronsterd89 Love it!

Does anyone really eat the skin on baked potatoes? 😅