🚨: The Trump administration fired the scientists who ran the government’s climate website, then shut the site down. The scientists just rebuilt it with their own money and put it back online.
@HunterBiden Yes!!! Spent so much time *buying time* to keep my daughter alive. She's clean over 2 years now. I still carry narcan in my bag, in my car, and at home.
I painted this self portrait from a photograph the New York Post and Daily Mail ran over and over again alongside horrible stories about me. They averaged about 3 stories a day between them for years. The image came from their complete theft of my digital life. In the photograph I am in the worst stretch of my addiction. Exhausted. Contemplating how I could end everything.
They published it over and over because they believed it showed something disturbing, something degenerate, something people would recognize as evidence of whatever they were accusing me of that particular day.
I set out to paint it because I wanted to take back what they were trying to steal from me. It wasn’t just the image they had stolen. They had stolen thousands of images. They wanted to steal my humanity. Their portrait was of a monster. My portrait is of a man being reassembled piece by piece, bit by bit, pixel by pixel through the hard work of recovery.
A portrait of someone worth saving. Someone worth forgiveness. For all of me. Past. Present. Future. Gratitude for all of it.
The images they meant as weapons are no longer weapons to me. The man in them is no longer theirs to describe. He is mine, and I love him.
We do recover.
From this square, I wish to address a clear message to those who take advantage of people’s desperation, to those who organize death routes, traffic in human beings, withhold documents, exploit workers, threaten women, deceive families, and turn the suffering of others into a business. Stop! Repent! (Mk 1:15) #ApostolicJourney
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To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
I teach auto shop at a small high school. We work on students cars, teachers cars, students parents cars and some community people cars. We only charge for parts and not labor, so we saved some people a lot of money last school year. This last school year we did 126 oil changes, 68 brake jobs, 85 alignments, 4 steering racks, 22 tune ups, 32 struts, 20 shock absorbers, 4 transfer cases, mounted and balanced 82 new tires, 4 timing chains, 15 valve cover gaskets, 14 thermostats, 4 radiators, 12 in tank fuel pumps, 8 EVAP canisters, 6 exhaust manifolds, 4 mufflers, 15 AC repairs including evacuate and recharge, 8 alternators, 22 batteries, 9 starters and so much more! Proud of those students I am!
@ClockworkAnge You know what wealth bracket you’re in if you have a billion dollars? The top 0.0004% of the US. And that 0.0004% is tearing the other 99.9996% of us apart for profit.
This man robbed a bank for $1, sat down and waited for the police, just to get free healthcare in prison
In 2011 a man named Richard James Verone walked into a RBC Bank in Gastonia, North Carolina
Handed the teller a note demanding $1
One dollar
Then sat down in the lobby and waited calmly for police to arrive
He was 59. No job. No insurance. A growth on his chest. Two ruptured discs.
Calculated that a federal conviction would guarantee him full medical coverage inside prison
The judge sentenced him to 3 years
He got the surgery
He got the treatment
He told reporters on the way out he had no regrets
A 59 year old American man robbed a bank for $1 because it was cheaper than seeing a doctor
One of the worst things society has ever done is discussing infectious disease in binary terms:
“you either die or you survive”
This implies survival = full recovery.
Surviving viral illness can often mean never returning to baseline health.
And people need to remember this.
NEW RESEARCH: Scientists have confirmed that estrogen plays a major role in dopamine regulation. When estrogen drops during perimenopause, ADHD symptoms can intensify dramatically. Women who managed for decades suddenly find themselves struggling in ways they never did before.
The crash is not “all in your head.” It’s happening in your brain chemistry.
The connection between estrogen and ADHD remains one of the most overlooked areas in women’s health. The research exists. Clinical awareness simply hasn’t caught up yet. Your symptoms are real, and the biology behind them has a name.