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[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

Claude Monet Path under rose trellis 1924

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

@cantpretendtoo Ben gay before bed …

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

@ChiefEngineerCE You’ve left race out of the equation. You’re skating around the issue. Shame.

[Deus Vult Lapel Pins ⁜ 🌲 ☧ ⚔️ ☩ @TheAimAndAuthor]

Watching The Patriot tonight.
I wish Mel Gibson would make a movie about the antebellum-through-the-War South.
A biopic of the life of:
Thomas J Jackson
Nathan Bedford Forrest
Robert E Lee
Jefferson Davis
or many others.

Would be epic.

[BanksyCat @Banksycat]

You want to know what's worse than incompetence? Knowing the truth and burying it anyway.

They knew. That's the bit nobody is saying. They knew.

Two days after Henry died Hampshire Police secretly recorded Digwa in a police van speaking Punjabi to his brother. Digwa admitted stabbing Henry. Discussed claiming self defence. Made zero mention of racial abuse. Not one word.

Hampshire Police had that tape.

They knew Digwa was lying about the racist attack. They had the evidence. They had his own words and then tried to smear Henry as the aggressor anyway.

Three days after his death their statement read “it was reported two men had been assaulted by an unknown man.” Henry was the unknown man. The boy bleeding out on the street. They flipped it.

Family complained. Statement changed. Then police told the family their NEXT update would again infer Henry was the initial aggressor. His family had to fight them a second time. While grieving their murdered son.

Then during the trial Hampshire tried to issue a statement telling the public to stop talking about it online. Calling it disinformation. The CPS had to step in. Told them they were about to collapse their own murder case.

This is the force that handcuffed a dying boy. Missed the murder weapon twice. Had a secret tape proving the killer lied. And still tried to bury Henry's name.

That's not incompetence. That's a machine protecting itself. At the expense of a dead boy's reputation and three officers are still on active duty. Not suspended. Treated as witnesses. To their own actions.

Hampshire Police didn't just fail Henry on that street. They kept failing him for six months after he died.

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

@porterstansb @realJeremyCarl Unbelievable takes on here. Like it’s ok to tolerate blatant race discrimination cause it doesn’t matter for college. Do people not realize that same racist bs follows white kids when applying for jobs?

[MichaelJMurphy @MichaelJMurphy]

Tonight I feel like telling my @AmericanAir story, because they deserve it.

My parents both have dementia, actually my Dad has Alzheimers and my Mom has dementia.

When they needed to get to a funeral for a family member, it was clear someone from the family needed to chaperone them to ensure safe travel, and I was happy to do that.

I booked the tickets, for the three of us, and booked wheelchair service for our American Airlines flight from Madison WI to Grand Junction CO.

When looking for flights, my only goal was to find the most convenient flight for my parents - to limit the stress of flying, traveling, in unknown places.

Typically, a United flight from MSN to Denver would be the path, with a quick jump to Grand Junction.

For the time of our flights, that would mean a six hour layover. instead, I chose to fly MSN to DFW, with a one hour and 15 minute layover.

In @MSN_Airport our wheelchairs were there, as expected, and as booked.

Being slightly nervous about our shorter connection, I asked the agents to call ahead to DFW and double check if our wheelchairs would be there, I personally overhead this call and was assured they would be there.

They were not.

And this is where things start to fall apart, get dangerous, and then fall apart again.

Our wheelchairs were not there, terminal C, we needed to get to B1. 35 minutes later, still no wheelchair - my parents (both with dementia) were allowed to get on a golf cart, to try and make the flight.

I was not allowed to go with them, because I was not "disabled". This meant my parents, who have me along purely to chaperone, were seperated from me - no clue what was going on, and I had to run - physically - to try and meet them at the gate.

We missed our flight, and as a result, missed our family funeral visitation - the sole purpose of the flight.

A couple things make this worse:

1. Once dropped at B1, and missing our flight - we still had no wheelchairs, and the golf cart left. The flight was already gone, because we were significantly late. Abandoned is the word I'd use, because a gate agent rebooked us on a flight out of gate B28, six hours later, without bothering to care we needed a way to get there - and that walk is significant.

We waited another HOUR, and got one wheelchair. Two hours later we finally had the two wheelchairs we booked.

Nothing can replace what we went through, dangerous - fear and stress - and most importantly, a missed funeral.

Americans response to this? First they offered a voucher for lunch. I declined. Next, I emailed this story to the CEO Robert Ison, who thought he could buy us for a $250 credit.

The kicker to all this? While in the air on our first flight.....American was trying to buy our seats because they oversold it, for $450 a seat. We obviously didn't accept this, because we wanted to get to the family funeral - the whole reason for our travel!

So us not taking the $450 offer per seat, meant we missed our flight, missed the funeral, experienced extreme amounts of stress - and somehow that is owrth $250 to American Airlines.

I don't want a single penny from this company, I don't want flight credits - I honestly never want to fly with them again. What I do want? For others to hear this story, for them to formally apologize to my parents, and for some type of penalty to be applied to them that is significant enough they can never treat another customer like this, ever again.

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

Un of Memphis. “The Department of World Languages and Literatures is pleased to be collaborating with regional K-12 teachers of Arabic on the Midsouth Arabic Teaching Council.  The council serves as a center for offering professional development opportunities for teachers of Arabic in Memphis and across the southeast of the United States

[Semperfifemale @semperfifemale]

Let me tell you about soft Jihad and how the Muslim Brotherhood plan is playing out in Georgia. This is a small part!

Most Georgians have never heard of the Arabic Teachers Council of the South.

That may be exactly why you should.

Buried within Georgia’s educational system is an organization whose stated mission is to recruit, train, and support Arabic language teachers throughout the South. It works with K-12 schools, colleges, universities, and educational institutions across Georgia and beyond.

The organization is hosted through the Atlanta Global Studies Center, a partnership between Georgia Tech and Georgia State University.

But here’s where things get interesting.

According to its own website, the Arabic Teachers Council of the South was established with funding from Qatar Foundation International (QFI), an organization headquartered in Washington, D.C., and affiliated with the Qatar Foundation. The Council openly acknowledges that Qatar Foundation International funds its operations. (Atlanta Global Studies Center)

Public reports indicate that from 2021 through 2025, Qatar Foundation International provided multiple grants to Georgia State University to support staff, training, and activities for the Arabic Teachers Council of the South. One report estimates those grants totaled approximately $202,000. (Free Beacon)

An analysis by Influence Watch states that The Qatar Foundation International has provided at least $30.6 million to U.S. public schools for Arabic-language programs.

The Council’s mission is straightforward; recruit teachers, train teachers, expand Arabic language programs, provide instructional resources, and promote Arabic language and culture throughout the region. It partners with the Georgia Arabic Teachers Association, Alif Institute, and Georgia educational initiatives. (Atlanta Global Studies Center)

And this isn’t happening only in Georgia.

Qatar Foundation International operates grant programs across the United States that provide funding for Arabic teacher training, classroom materials, cultural programming, curriculum support, student activities, and school-based Arabic language initiatives. (QFI)

Now stop and think about that for a moment.

Why is a foreign-government-linked foundation investing money into teacher training, curriculum support, and educational initiatives inside the United States?

Why Georgia?

Why the Southeast?

Why the focus on expanding Arabic language instruction?

They are trying to influence western culture gradually through education, institutions, and ideas, and that Americans should pay close attention whenever foreign money enters classrooms and teacher-training programs.

Regardless of where you stand, transparency matters.

The facts are not in dispute:

• The Arabic Teachers Council of the South operates in Georgia.
• It is hosted through the Atlanta Global Studies Center.
• It was established with Qatar Foundation International funding.
• Its mission is to recruit, train, and support Arabic language teachers.
• It serves educators throughout Georgia and the southern United States.

What do you think?

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

I’m at a loss. What do we do?

[Insurrection Barbie @DefiyantlyFree]

California

Before 2016 law changes: Elections resolved on election night or within days. Republicans won seats, held seats, results were stable.

2016: Democrats pass ballot harvesting and universal mail ballot laws. Signed by Democratic governor.

2018 onward: Every close race follows the same script. Republican leads on election night. Slow count begins. Lead shrinks daily. Republican loses weeks later.

Seven House seats in 2018 alone. All the same pattern. All in one direction. Never reversed.

Since 2018, there hasn’t been one single race where the slow counting of votes didn’t take away a Republican victory by the end.

[𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠, 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑜𝑝 𝐶𝑢𝑙 @policywishes]

The WSJ keeps pushing this "doctor-like" work but no one tells the patient that NPs don't have a standardized education, are practicing with a nursing license with not even a fraction of the education of a doctor but hey, it's cheaper for your hospital to hire them. Disgusting.🤮

[Mayor’s HoeCake Mafia @BigBoyVol]

This is the truth

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

@thomas_garrard Honestly, when I see what is happening in California ….everyone is impotent. We are in the dying stages of the republic. For the next generations shall be slaves. How and what do we pick up the banner and effectively fight.

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

@educator4ever36 This opinion is a pile of 💩.
Ghetto culture.

[Nashville Experience @NashExperience]

Photograph of the Old Hickory Munitions Plant with a farmer plowing.

Date unknown, but it’s between 1928-1958.
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Photo is from the Tennessee State Library & Archives.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A great yellow carriage stopped in the road, threw out a small red arm, and an entire nation of cars froze. For children. I wept where I stood.

I was walking a quiet street when I heard it — the hiss of brakes, then silence. A long yellow vehicle, bright as a festival lantern, halted in the very center of the road. From its side swung a small red flag, one word upon it: STOP.

And they stopped.

Every car. Both directions. Enormous machines, engines full of fire, men inside them with somewhere to be — and not one of them moved. They waited, in total obedience. For what?

The doors opened. And down the steps came the reason.

Children. Small ones. Backpacks bigger than their bodies. They crossed in no hurry at all, one dropping a mitten, stooping to retrieve it, while a hundred horsepower waited on his tiny convenience without a single horn.

For it is written that you may know the soul of a country by one question: when the powerful meet the small, who yields? In most of history, the small. Here, a road full of giants laid down its power for a child with a mitten.

I had crossed an ocean and found the thing my grandfather only spoke of. A land that stops its entire war machine, twice a day, so the smallest may pass unafraid.

So I appointed myself to a duty no one asked me to take. I stand at the corner each morning. When the red arm swings out, I raise my hand to the halted cars in solemn thanks, and I bow to each child as they cross, as one bows to a visiting lord.

And here my heart rose, and I declared the thing a quieter man would keep inside:

"Let the world's mightiest army come down this road. Let its tanks fill the horizon. They too will stop, and wait, and lower their eyes — because in this country a single child with a mitten outranks them all, and I will be standing here to make sure they remember it."

The crossing guard, a kind woman in a vest, looked at me a long moment.

Then she handed me a spare STOP sign of my own.

I took it with both hands. I have never been knighted so highly.

Now we stop the road together, she and I, twice a day. The children wave. We wave back. The giants wait.

So tell me, America.

You call it a school bus. A small delay. A thing you sigh about, running late.

I call it the truest bow a nation can make —

and every morning, a whole country makes it,

for a child, a dropped mitten, and four perfect seconds of yielding.

[Michael Patrick Leahy @michaelpleahy]

BREAKING: We just discovered ANOTHER grant by Nashville Metro Government to a pro-illegal nonprofit (this one for $718k) not in compliance with TN state law! https://t.co/3VKaq5lCAi

[TheMoronMonitor @J_MoronMonitor]

@TruthNetwork24 @VanderbiltU @VBierschwale Vandy is a bad school & TN hates Americans. No tax $ to any school or student (loan/grant) using H1b. @EDSecMcMahon @SenatorHagerty @MarshaBlackburn @RepTimBurchett @tnsenategop @tnhousegop @GovBillLee @ltgovmcnally @TennesseePress @StateAffairsTN @ClayTravis @carolmswain

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

This is the kind of person @freddieoconnell mayor of Nashville, doesn’t want arrested. This is the kind of person Tennessee immigrant rights @tnimmigrant ngo wants to protect. @freddieoconell is giving Nashville taxpayer $ to @TIRRCVotes and @tnimmigrant

[Tennessee Star @TheTNStar]

U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) officers have arrested a Sudanese national with a lengthy, “violent” criminal history in Nashville, the agency announced Thursday.
https://t.co/gfYkQJ9zPO

[Madison @madisonkelleyp]

Can we talk about how cool it is that WVU is embracing the hill and Randy’s Ridge, and encouraging the fans who couldn’t get tickets to watch the game for free instead of trying to monetize off of it or ban it.

[thetimeisnow @CircusIsCalling]

@WorkforLife3 Yup.there are a lot of formerly family friendly community organizations that I no longer support, and this is one of them…..
It’s a shame, but they made the choice. They left.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A potluck. Everyone brings one dish. I have never been so out of my depth in my life.

I was invited to a gathering. "Just bring a dish to share," they said. Simple words. I did not sleep for three days.

Because I understood instantly what this was. A summit. Every guest, a lord of their own house, arriving bearing tribute. And tribute is judged. Tribute is ranked. To bring the wrong dish to the wrong table is to fall in standing before your peers, possibly forever.

So I prepared. I made my finest dish. I carried it to the door with two hands and a straight back, braced for the weighing of my worth.

The first lord arrived with a bowl of orange powder noodles. Macaroni and cheese. The crowd roared. He set it down at the center of the table. The CENTER. I noted this. The center is the seat of power.

The second lord brought a tower of small brown meat orbs in red sauce. "Meatballs," he announced, like a man laying down a sword. They were placed beside the macaroni. A strong showing. An alliance, perhaps.

I studied the table like a battlefield map. Potato salad: defensive, reliable, old money. A vegetable tray, untouched, clearly a hostage offering no one expected to win. And then a woman walked in, raised a flat box overhead, and the entire room turned and CHEERED.

Pizza. She had brought pizza. Store-bought. Still in the box.

I was stunned. She had not even cooked it. And yet the people rejoiced as if a king had entered. I revised my entire understanding of the hierarchy on the spot. Effort means nothing here. Only the roar of the crowd decides rank.

I placed my dish down, humbly, near the napkins. A peasant's position. I accepted it.

And then a man tapped my shoulder, pointed at my dish, and said the words that changed everything.

"Whoa, did you make this? This is amazing. Everybody, you GOTTA try this guy's thing."

The room turned. The room came. The room ATE. My dish vanished in ninety seconds. The pizza woman herself took a second helping and looked at me with respect.

I had won the summit. By accident. With a dish I placed by the napkins.

I understand nothing about this country. I have never been happier. I am hosting the next one.

So tell me, America.

Is there a system to the potluck? A secret rank? A hidden law?

I have decided there is not.

You just bring the thing you love, and everyone eats it, and somehow everybody wins.

It is the most insane way to hold a war.

I will fight in every single one.