Tyler “Quad Shot” Mitchell

Please give Lauren Boebert’s family the same decency and respect in this time of crisis as she and the rest of the republicans have given Hunter Biden.

Doctors are AMAZED at these 10 ways to BOOST your immune system: The Tetanus vaccine The Measles vaccine The Polio vaccine The Mumps vaccine The HPV vaccine The Pneumonia vaccine The Hepatitis B vaccine The Rubella vaccine The Diphtheria vaccine The Covid-19 vaccine - @HislopMD

@msftsecurity @msftsecresponse WHOIS the IP address says report to abuse@microsoft.com. That email address says to report to junk@office365.microsoft.com. That address says to use cert.microsoft.com. That website takes your report and then summarily closes it saying it’s unactionable. What a joke

Ok, I figured out why we still have Outlook spam. Even if you DO report it, with full message, all headers including IP addresses, exact NTP-sync’d timestamps, it will just be summarily dismissed. @msftsecurity @msftsecresponse I’m looking at you 👀

Thank GOD, thank GOD! I just got my Flu shot and COVID-19 Booster Vaccine! I feel great, thanks again to all the Doctors and Nurses on the front line! #stayinghealthy #IPityTheFool

Can we just… leave this in place? Is there some reason we must be maskless in healthcare settings?

Those who started advertising on twitter after the acquisition and who insist on calling it “x” have the same following list: crypto, some right wing media and of course their lord and savior elon. Like why is a carwash from romania following ben shapiro and binance

@charlesadler Now where have we seen this behaviour before… was there a Prime Minister – maybe the one just before Trudeau – who also loved/needed to do this? hmm…

Poilievre is the ultimate Gatekeeper - muzzling his own caucus. He knows if they publicly speak their minds, too many swing voters in the suburbs will think the Conservatives are out of their minds.

One of the weirdest antivax/covid denialist claims is that COVID is somehow "just a flu" or that its no deadlier than a flu. This is so ridiculously and easily disprovable that it should only be met with a single response: "nah"

In a world full of Maher’s be an Oliver

(1/54) “We begin in darkness. A siren screams. The invaders come from the desert in a cloud of dust. The king gathers his army at a mountain castle. A single battle decides our fate. The battle burns, the din of drums, the clash of axes, the spark of swords. The dirt turns clay with blood. The sun goes down on a fallen flag. The day is lost. The king is gone. Our people are left defenseless. The only weapon we have left is our voice. So they come for our words. Scholars are murdered, books are burned, entire libraries are turned to dust. Until nothing remains. Not even memories of who we were. Silence. The sun comes up on a knight galloping across the land. He summons the teachers, the scholars, the authors, the thinkers. He tells them to gather the words that remain: the books, the scrolls, the letters, the verses. Everything that escaped the burning pits. Then he summons the sages. The keepers of our oldest myths, from before the written word. He copies their stories onto the page. Then when all has been gathered, all of the words, only then does he summon a poet. It had to be a poet. Because poetry is music. It sinks into the memory. And in this land of endless war, the only safe library is the memory of the people. It is said that at any given time there are one hundred thousand poets in Iran, but only one is chosen. A single poet, for a sacred mission. Put it all in a poem. Everything they’re trying to destroy. The entire story of our people. Our kings. Our queens. Our castles. Our banquets. Our songs and celebrations. Our goblets filled with wine. Our roasted kebabs. Our moonlit gardens. Our caravans of riches: silken carpets, amber, musk, goblets filled with diamonds, goblets filled with rubies, goblets filled with pearls. Our mountains. Our rivers. Our soil. Our borders. Our battles. Our crumbled castles. Our fallen flags. Our blood. Who we were. Who we were! Our culture. Our wisdom. Our choices. And our words. All of our words. Three thousand years of words, a castle of words! That no wind or rain will destroy! However long it takes, put it all in a poem. All of Iran, in a single poem. A torch to rage against the night! A voice to echo in the dark.” (۱) "در تاریکی آغاز می‌کنیم. بانگ آژیری برمی‌خیزد. غارتگران بیابانی در هاله‌ای از گرد و غبار فرا می‌رسند. شاهنشاه سپاهیانش را پیرامون کاخی کوهستانی گرد می‌آورد. تک‌نبردی سرنوشت‌ساز است. سوزندگی‌های نبرد، بانگ کوس و درا‌ها، چکاچاک تبرها، درخشش شمشیرها. خاکِ آغشته به خون گِل می‌شود. خورشید درفش افتاده‌‌ را به شب می‌سپارد. نبرد از دست رفته است. پادشاه نیز رفته است. و مردمان بی‌دفاع مانده‌اند. اینک سخن، تنها جنگ‌افزار ماست. زین روست که بر واژگان‌مان می‌تازند. دانشمندان را می‌کشند، کتاب‌ها را می‌سوزانند، کتابخانه‌ها را با خاک یکسان می‌کنند آنچنان که هیچ نمانَد. حتا یادمانی از آن که بوده‌ایم. خاموشی. خورشید بر سواری که در سرتاسر زمین می‌تازد ‌پرتوافشان است. اوست که آموزگاران را فرا می‌خواند، دانشمندان را، نویسندگان را، اندیشمندان را. و از آنان می‌خواهد تا همه‌ی واژگانِ بازمانده را فراهم آورند. کتاب‌ها، طومارها، نامه‌ها، سروده‌‌ها. و هر آنچه از شراره‌های سوزان آتش دور مانده است. آنگاه فرزانگان را فرا می‌خواند. نگهبانان اسطوره‌های کهن، از پیشین زمان. داستان‌هاشان را بر برگ‌ها می‌نویسند. با فراهم آمدن این همه، هنگام آن رسیده است تا سراینده‌ای توانا بالا برافرازد، نیزه‌ی قلم برگیرد، سروده‌های آهنگینش را چنان بر دل‌ها نشاند که در یادها بمانند. در این سرزمینِ جنگ‌های بی‌پایان، تنها کتابخانه‌ی امن، خاطره‌ی مردمان است. گویند سدهزار شاعر همزمان در ایران می‌زیند ولی تنها یکی‌ست که از پس این کار سترگ برمی‌آید. تک‌شاعری، برای کوششی سپنتا. کسی که همه‌ی واژگان را در شعرش بگنجاند! گنجینه‌ای دور از دستبُرد آنان که در پی نابودی‌اش هستند. دربرگیرنده‌ی داستان مردمان‌مان. پادشاهان‌مان. شهبانوان‌مان. کاخ‌هامان. سرودها و بزم‌هایمان. جام‌های پر از باده‌مان. کباب‌های بریان‌مان. باغ‌های مهتابی‌مان.  کاروان‌های کالاهای گرانبها: فرش‌های ابریشمین‌, عنبر، مُشک، پیمانه‌های پر از الماس، پیمانه‌های پر از یاقوت، پیمانه‌های پر از مروارید. کوهستان‌مان. رود‌هامان. خاک‌مان. مرزهامان. نبردهامان. باروهای ویران‌مان. درفش‌های بر خاک‌افتاده‌مان. خون‌مان. که بوده‌ایم. که بوده‌ایم! فرهنگمان. خِرَدمان. گزینه‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌هامان. و واژگان‌مان. همه‌ی واژگان‌مان. هزاران سال واژه، کاخی از واژگان که از باد و باران نیابد گزند! هر اندازه زمان ببرد.همه را در شعرش بگنجاند. همه‌ی ایران را، در سُرودی یگانه. مشعلی خروشنده در سیاهی شب! پژواک بلند و پرطنین آوایی در تاریکی."

@sahajsarup I literally cried

So... it has come to this. 🥲

I practice enough freedom of expression law (as we call it in Canada) and aviation law to know that if any rando were to go up and commandeer an aircraft's PA (which is a critical safety system), they'd need a criminal lawyer.

@TracketPacer This “controversial opinion” had real blue check energy…

A P.A. System on a plane is for the flight crew— full stop. Not a political soap box for social media.

Somebody at the Calgary Sun got it right. In his own home town too no less.

You can point them to accurate information, but the fact is that once someone demonstrates that they have chosen to be willfully ignorant, there's nothing you can do. They would rather die than look at new information, so the best thing you can do is move on and not look back.

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