El Golfo de Mexico (SamReed on Spoutible)

Pam Bondi is a partisan, petulant, political hack. And now she's GONE. Keep the pressure on every single one of these extremists.

@WorkElizab Was it a gift for you or an investment piece? I say do what makes you happy. I don’t understand people’s obsession with wood unless it’s an antique and/or purchased for resale (hoping it appreciates).

My husband brought me this dresser. Someone wanted to throw it away, l wanted to paint it red. He Said no way.... lol we're arguing 😂 he said to leave it as is and l want to paint it. We're both waiting for other people's opinions. Thank you so much 😁

An OBAMA APPOINTED judge just saved NPR and PBS. That means your vote from 2012 is helping stop corruption and protect free speech FOURTEEN years later. This is why you vote

@JJCarrell14 Have your son claim bone spurs. It worked for your fuhrer

What the FUCK are we doing! My son will NEVER die for a foreign country! I voted for you 3 times, took abuse and fought for you and this is what you do! You do the exact opposite of what you railed against for over a decade!

@evataylorl4rl @Suzierizzo1 Bet their grammar is better than your white trash

@Suzierizzo1 she should not be arrested the illegals should! f them thats what they get for be here illegally!!!👿

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Oh Piggy is gonna LOSE it. 😂😂

@iky_fwjett @mtgsowhat They’re called mama boys for a reason

if dudes are expected to have a lot of sex but ladies are expected to stay virgins until marriage but homosexuality is bad i’m really confused who dudes are supposed to be having all that sex with

@ummuh_Zahra @SharonAndrea Men need to educate themselves. His failure were his chromosomes. His girl swimmers were faster and stronger than his male ones. He is the one who can provide the Y chromosome as women only have xx. In the end, the women won all around - swam faster, got a great mother, educated!

They said a house full of girls is empty… Today, mine is full of queens. 👑🤍 My husband looked at our four daughters and saw “liabilities.” One day he left, took our savings and disappeared, chasing a life where he believed a son would complete him. I was left with four little girls, including a 6-month-old. No support. No explanation. I cried… but when my child asked, “Mummy, will we eat today?” something in me changed. I did everything honest I could to survive, selling, carrying, washing—just to keep them fed and in school. People talked. I stayed focused. Years passed… Today I stood at the airport watching my daughters chase their dreams abroad on scholarships. And that baby he left behind? She’s becoming a lawyer. As for him… life moved on. But me? I raised four strong, brilliant women—and that’s my pride. To every mother raising daughters: You’re not lacking anything. You’re raising greatness. 🤍

@JamieBonkiewicz I have many ready. Here’s one

I better not hear A SINGLE FUCKING WORD about the tweets I’ll be posting after he goes

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

@KeruboSk Why would I get in bed dirty after being out all day collecting germs? I refuse to marinate in outside germs under my own blankets. Night shower is non-negotiable. Morning shower is just espresso in water form.

Apparently there are people who shower at night instead of the morning. I genuinely want to understand this. Night shower people… explain yourselves

@DrAlmarielao I’d ask for compensation

A woman was quietly eating at this cozy restaurant table bathed in the most perfect natural lightg, no effort needed. Suddenly, a woman struts over, phone already out, and goes: “Hi, sorry, but I'm an influencer and this spot has the BEST lighting for my content. Could you please move to another table? It would mean so much!” She said it with that fake-sweet smile like I owed her the seat. “No thanks, I'm good here.” The audacity! Some people think their followers trump basic manners. Who's with me. would you have moved?

@CaryKelly11 Overcooked

Whoever cooked this is a level 100 grill master. What do you call it?

@WisdomAgatha @adzo72 @asever I was so ready for this drop. Then got distracted at work by something minor. Smacked my head 15 minutes after the drop, went to order and it was sold out. 😡

Yes, you better be READY at ALL times when HRH Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex drop any new products at @asever.com, because they usually SELL OUT in minutes. Right now you can get two teas with the Bookmark for $48.00 a good buy& if you add another tea you are going to get free🚢

ELECTION DAY IS TUESDAY!!! GO VOTE FOR JASMINE!!!

@misanharriman ❤️

The amount of vitriol that has been afforded towards her is industrial in scale, insidious in nature and illegal by all counts. I'm very protective of her and her husband and those beautiful babies. From The Trawl: The Trawl Meets Misan Harriman, 20 Feb 2026 podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/the… @MarinaPurkiss

@Mikeggibbs Nope. Nope. Nope! Hard pass on Harry and Meghan stepping up. Let them continue living their happy, peaceful life in California. They should stay as far away from royal life as possible. They’re too good for that family.

I think the York Princesses should give up their titles. It's just not feasible for them to be active Royals. I think they should step down and Harry and Meghan, when they're ready, should step up as working Royals again. Perhaps based in Canada as originally proposed. I think Canadians will be more willing to host them given the situation with the United States and our need to assert our sovereignty vs the US.

@michelle_byoung Came here for this. Sat down for coffee and the news hit me in the face. My reaction was WOW 🤯!

They really arrested a PRINCE OF ENGLAND?! Never thought I’d see the day…