Hater of hypocrisy. I don't beg for followers, I earn them.
Once on double secret probation at Faber College.
Long term exposure to my thought process may you.
I can’t think of a better day than Memorial Day to share these thoughts:
I was in the courtroom when the prosecution played the bodycam footage of Iowa State Patrol Sgt. Jim Smith being shot and killed by a barricaded suspect, Michael Lang. I was there when they displayed the
Don’t argue with people over sixty. Just don’t.
It’s not just an age; it’s a masterclass in survival.
They grew up without Google, without DoorDash, without therapy podcasts, and without an "undo" button. If something broke, they grabbed duct tape, WD-40, a hammer, and a look of sheer determination that made even the broken appliance second-guess itself.
As kids, they knew exactly what kind of mood their mom was in just by the sound of how hard she slammed the cast-iron skillet onto the stove.
They were the original latchkey kids — walking home from middle school with a house key tied around their neck, with strict orders to heat up lunch and not burn the kitchen down. By the time they were ten, they could bike to the corner store, buy a gallon of milk for the neighbor, feed the family dog, and still have time to play freeze tag in the yard until dark.
Their knees were a permanent canvas of scrapes, bruises, and rubbing alcohol. Their universal first-aid kit was just a quick wash under the garden hose and a Band-Aid. If a bone wasn't sticking out, you were fine.
They drank water straight from that same hose, ate Wonder Bread covered in butter and sugar, shared a single glass bottle of Coke among five friends, and somehow didn't die from a lack of sanitization.
This is the generation that knows how to rewind a cassette tape with a No. 2 pencil. They know the suspense of waiting all week for a movie to air on TV, because if you missed it, it was gone. They remember rotary phones, looking up a family in a massive paper phonebook, and the excitement of getting a color television.
They survived party lines, typewriter ribbons, early brick cell phones, and flip phones — and today, they might accidentally send you a 7-minute voice memo where the first 6 minutes are just them breathing and asking, "Hello? Can you hear me?"
And don't you dare laugh.
Because without a GPS, these people could drive halfway across the country using nothing but an old paper map, a cooler full of sandwiches, and the gut feeling that "the exit should be coming up somewhere around here."
They are the ultimate masters of household magic. They can stitch, tighten, glue, and fix just about anything. And somewhere in their pantry, they have a "bag of bags" that is literally older than half the gadgets you own.
Leave people over sixty alone. They saw the world before the internet, and they navigated the world after it. And through it all, they didn't just get by — they thrived.
Jd Vance will go down in history as the only VP that used the situation room to cover up his bosses involvement in a sex trafficking pedophile ring 👍
Your legacy is secured jd Vance 🙄
MAGA toady, @SenJoniErnst, voted to put a raging misogynist in charge of the U.S. military and now @SecHegseth is doing all he can to dishonor and discriminate against women in the service.
Ernst knew what Hegseth is and she voted for him anyway. Shame.
States have the right to say no to the Federal Government without losing the right to vote. The Post Offices decision to stop delivering mail in ballots in states that do not give all our voting information to the federal government will be overturned. The fact that they are trying to do it is tyranny.