Calinda Charlton

[Hunter Biden @HunterBiden]

The Lessons I Learned from My Dad

I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.

Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.

I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.

I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.

I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.

Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.

That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.

[JOKAMRREDPILLZ @JOKAQARMY1]

Met Gala 2026

[Amock_ @Amockx2022]

BREAKING : This is tight slap to Netanyahu 🔥

🇮🇱 Netanyahu –– "Spain leadership is defaming Israel. We will now consider Spain our enemy"

🇪🇸 Spain –– 🔥 "We are not defaming you, we are defining you. You are a genocidal and criminal regime

All of you will appear before the International Criminal Court" 🫡

You say Spain, I hear Spine

[Furkan Gözükara @FurkanGozukara]

Iranians just published the new very banger LEGO AI movie that Trump almost wants to put onto agreement list to stop them.

Do whatever you need to do but don't let Trump watch this 😭🤣😂

[angel @raimcandies]

please please please never stop talking about lebanon, this is genuinely horrific. bombing civilians was already bad enough but using extremely toxic chemicals with long lasting damage is an EXTREME low. wake up you people.. in no world should this ever be acceptable

[James Martin, SJ @JamesMartinSJ]

So God loves only American troops? Not innocent people who lost their lives in Iran? Where was God's "miraculous protection" for them? This is the inevitable result of believing that God is on "our side." It's making a false god in our image: a god who despises Iranians.

[Jayden 🇳🇴🇪🇸 @GRIT0DESAUDADE]

sorry i don’t get this how does an entirely different country’s immigration gestapo get to even enter canada

[Roose @RuNoseP]

i do not care if Trump's comments result in nothing tonight. no one who even thinks of saying the phrase "a whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again" should be allowed to operate an ice cream stand, nevermind the most powerful office on the planet

[NoelCaslerComedy @caslernoel]

Y’all are acting like you’ve never seen a 79 year-old sexual predator wake up on Easter Morning, snort some Adderall and insult the world’s 2 billion Muslims while threatening war crimes against a country he illegally attacked to distract you from ‘Epstein Files’ before?

[Muhammad Smiry 🇵🇸 @MuhammadSmiry]

No one talks about this.

This is what israel is doing to its neighbors.

Destroying entire villages.

This is not Gazza, this is Lebanon.

No hostages, nothing.

[StockMarket.News @_Investinq]

China just buried the internet underground.

China built a 1,300-ton data cabin submerged under the sea, housing 24 server racks running 400 to 500 servers cooled entirely by the ocean.

No air conditioning or cooling towers sucking up millions of gallons of water, just cold seawater doing the work for free.

Standard data centers spend up to 50 percent of their total energy just on cooling and this one cuts that number to below 10 percent.

And this is just the beginning, China’s plan calls for 100 of these underwater cabins.

Meanwhile, a second facility just launched off Shanghai, wind-powered for $226 million which targets a PUE of 1.15 almost perfect energy efficiency.

Now here is the part that stings, the US invented this concept.

Microsoft launched Project Natick back in 2013, they sank 855 servers off the coast of Scotland.

The experiment worked beautifully and only 6 of 855 servers failed compared to 8 out of 135 in a land-based center.

Then Microsoft shut the whole project down and in 2024, the head of Microsoft’s cloud division said: “I’m not building subsea data centers anywhere in the world.”

America proved it worked while
China actually built it.

This matters beyond energy efficiency, the US is already hitting an energy bottleneck.

New AI data centers need more than a gigawatt of electricity enough to power a small city and there is not enough power coming online fast enough.

Meanwhile, China does not have that problem, it has a coordinated national energy buildout, offshore wind farms, and now data centers that barely need power for cooling.

[Anonymous @YourAnonCentral]

Cuba is not in a crisis because it is communist or has an authoritarian government, it’s having a catastrophic humanitarian crisis because the United States is carrying out an illegal siege against the island with the goal of starving and killing thousands for financial gain.

[Laila Al-Arian @LailaAlarian]

Israel is panicking because it turns out it's impossible for people to forget 2+ years of images of dismembered children, people burned alive, impaled, buried under rubble and starved to death, schools, mosques, churches and hospitals burned to ash or reduced to rubble.

[Gandalv @Microinteracti1]

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

[Glenn Tunes @glenn_tunes]

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[𝓔𝓶 ♡ @emkenobi]

THEN ARREST HIM. How many times are they going to say “there’s proof he raped kids” only to do nothing about it?

[Leon's Roundhouse @EconAfterDark]

how is this different from 9/11?

[Mohammad @MargBarAmerica]

israel and america do 9/11’s in lebanon and iran every day and it feels like the world barely cares

[𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 @LucifersTweetz]

70 and 80 year old people are generally unemployable due to physical and mental decline but for some reason we allow them to run the entire fucking country.

[Jenni @hashjenni]

So let me get this straight: Iran blocking the Strait of Hormuz is ,unfair’ but blocking oil shipments to Cuba in order to collapse their whole country is what? Fair?