A PARENT’S JOURNEY THROUGH YOUTH SPORTS:
Age 5: “He’s got a cannon.”
Age 6: “He’s the fastest kid out there. Coach said so.”
Age 7: “Rec ball isn’t challenging him anymore.”
Age 8: “We tried out for select. Obviously made it.”
Age 9: “$2,800 for the season. Plus uniforms. Plus tournaments. Plus hotels.”
Age 10: “Cooperstown is basically a family vacation, right?”
Age 11: “He needs a hitting guy. And a pitching guy. And probably a mental performance coach.”
Age 12: “I’m not a crazy sports parent. The OTHER parents are crazy.”
Age 13: “We changed schools. For academics. (And also baseball.)”
Age 14: “Showcases are a requirement at this age.”
Age 15: “Ya his ranking just ticked up. We’re cooking.”
Age 16: “He just needs to get seen by the right school.”
Age 17: “The D1 schools want him to walk on. He’ll earn a spot by sophomore year.”
Age 18: “Okay, D2 is actually really competitive.”
Age 19: “He’s redshirting. Strategic.”
Age 20: “He’s focusing on school now.”
Age 21: “You know what? He’s so much happier.”
Roughly 7% of high schoolers play in college.
About 1.5% of those get drafted.
Less than half of draftees ever play one day in the big leagues.
The odds of our kids going pro are somewhere between “struck by lightning” and “find a $100 in old shorts.”
I love youth sports (all my kids play a bunch of them) just keep a good perspective my friends. ✌️
If you’re pulling into a gas station this Memorial Weekend, complaining about the inconvenience of paying more at the pump…consider the sacrifice of the soldier, sailor, or Marine, making their sacrifices for our lives and our freedom. Exchange your complaint for a prayer.
Hard days reveal what easy days hide.
Nobody's attitude gets tested on a good day.
Nobody's faith gets proven when everything is working. Nobody's character shows up when the meeting goes well and the boss is happy and the project lands perfectly.
That's just a good day.
The hard day is where everything real lives.
How you treat people when you're tired.
How you respond when you're wronged.
How you show up when showing up costs you something.
That's the version of you that matters.
Attitude is a choice.
Gratitude is a discipline.
Bitterness is expensive.
Nobody accidentally has a great attitude.
Nobody stumbles into gratitude.
And nobody means to end up bitter, it just quietly moves in when you stop choosing something better.
Guard your peace like it cost you something.
Because it did.
- The U.S. warned Iraq against including armed factions in the next government.
- Washington says over 600 attacks targeted U.S. interests in Iraq since February 2026.
- The warning comes as Iraq faces rising political instability and domestic debt exceeding 96 trillion dinars.
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162 years ago today, on May 5, 1864, Ulysses S. Grant marched 120,000 men into a forest in Virginia and started a battle so horrific that wounded soldiers used their last bullets on themselves, generals wept openly at what they were ordering their men to do, and the woods themselves caught fire and burned the dying alive where they lay.
It was called the Battle of the Wilderness.
The forest had a reputation before the armies even arrived. Locals called it the Wilderness for a reason. It was second-growth scrub left over from a century of iron mining, a tangled hellscape of stunted oaks, dense thickets, and brambles so thick a man could lose sight of his own hand. Robert E. Lee picked it on purpose. He knew Grant had twice as many men and three times the artillery, and he knew none of that would matter in country where you could not see twenty feet in any direction.
The fighting started by accident. Two columns blundered into each other on the Orange Turnpike around midday and opened fire at point-blank range. Within an hour, both sides had thrown in entire corps. Men aimed at muzzle flashes because there were no targets to see. Officers lost regiments. Regiments lost companies. One Union colonel later said he fought all afternoon without ever seeing a single Confederate soldier, only smoke and screams and the occasional silhouette pitching backward into the brush.
Then the woods caught fire.
The underbrush was bone dry. Powder flashes ignited leaves. Wind fanned the flames. Within hours, walls of fire were rolling through the forest, faster than wounded men could crawl. Soldiers who had taken a bullet to the leg, or the spine, or the gut, lay helpless in the path of the flames and listened to them coming. Some called out for water. Some called out for their mothers. Some called out to be shot. Hundreds were burned alive. Survivors said the screams went on for hours and then, slowly, one by one, stopped.
A Union officer wrote in his diary that night, "It was as though Christian men had turned to fiends, and hell itself had usurped the place of earth." A Confederate captain wrote, "I have never prayed harder in my life, not to live, but to forget."
The fighting went on for three days. Lee's army nearly broke on the second morning when a Union assault punched through his right flank, only to be saved at the last possible moment by the arrival of Longstreet's corps after a forced overnight march. Longstreet himself was shot through the throat by his own men in the smoke and confusion, less than five miles from where Stonewall Jackson had been shot by his own men exactly one year and one day earlier, in the same forest, in the same kind of chaos. Lee considered it a curse on the Wilderness itself.
By the time the guns went quiet on May 7, around 29,000 men were dead, wounded, missing, or captured. It was, by any honest reckoning, a Union defeat. Grant had been outmaneuvered, outfought, and bled white in terrain that turned every advantage he had into a liability.
Every Union commander before him, after a beating like that, had turned the army around and retreated north to lick its wounds. McClellan had done it. Pope had done it. Burnside had done it. Hooker had done it. Meade had done it after Gettysburg, even after winning. It was simply what the Army of the Potomac did.
That night, the order came down to march. The men were told to pack up. They formed into columns by torchlight, exhausted and filthy and stinking of smoke, and they began to move. When they reached the crossroads at the edge of the burning forest, the road north went one way and the road south, deeper into Confederate Virginia, went the other.
Grant turned the army south.
The soldiers, who had been through this song and dance a dozen times before, took a moment to realize what was happening. Then they understood. They were not retreating. They were not going home. They were going to keep fighting, and keep fighting, and keep fighting, until the war was over.
The cheer that went up that night could be heard for miles. Confederate pickets heard it across the lines and knew, in that exact moment, that something fundamental had changed. One of Lee's officers wrote later that he heard the cheering and understood, with absolute clarity, that the Confederacy was going to lose the war.
He was right. Eleven months later, Lee surrendered at Appomattox.
But it started here, in a burning forest on May 5, 1864, when an unassuming little man with a cigar in his teeth refused to do what every other Union general had done, and pointed his army south instead of north.
Dear Senator Sanders,
Oh, this is RICH. This is so perfectly, exquisitely, weapons-grade rich that I had to put down my anatomy exams and just... appreciate it for a moment.
The man who got thrown out of a SOCIALIST HIPPIE COMMUNE in Vermont in 1971 — after THREE DAYS — for refusing to do any actual work while everyone else planted, harvested, and hauled water, is out here telling me the OLIGARCHS want to control everything.
Three. Days. The communists gave you a longer trial period than most employers give to someone who steals from the register.
Here is what Jim Quinn's Law Number Two says, and I want every single person reading this to tattoo it somewhere useful: "If you want to know what liberals are up to, pay attention to what they accuse conservatives of doing."
Senator, you OWN THREE HOMES. A Burlington residence. A D.C. townhouse. A $575,000 vacation lake house in North Hero, Vermont — purchased in 2016, the same year you were touring the country telling college students the system is rigged. Your net worth sits somewhere between $2.5 and $3 million. You have pocketed over $2.5 MILLION in book royalties since 2011. That elevator is clearly not stuck between floors for you, is it.
And then — THEN — during your "Fighting Oligarchy Tour" with AOC, you spent over $550,000 in CAMPAIGN FUNDS on PRIVATE JET TRAVEL. Half a million dollars on luxury jets to lecture working Americans about the dangers of wealth.
When Fox News caught you boarding a Bombardier Challenger 604 — a jet that runs up to $15,000 PER HOUR — you did not apologize. You did not even blink. You looked directly into the camera and said, and I am quoting this verbatim because it is the most accidentally honest thing you have ever said: "You think I'm gonna be sitting on a waiting line at United?"
Senator. THAT IS OLIGARCHIC THINKING. That is TEXTBOOK "the rules apply to you people, not to me." That is the elevator music of every single billionaire you have spent 35 years pretending to oppose. In a battle of wits with your own stated beliefs, you showed up completely unarmed.
Thirty-five years in Congress. You know what your personal legislative output looks like? Eight bills passed. EIGHT. In three and a half DECADES. That works out to 0.23 bills per year. I have produced more graded anatomy exams in a single semester. Your two greatest solo legislative achievements — the ones with your name on top, the thing YOU actually DID — are the naming of a post office in Danville, Vermont, and the naming of a post office in Fair Haven, Vermont.
You named. Two. Post offices.
You are as useful as a screen door on a submarine when it comes to actually passing legislation, but you want me to believe you are the vanguard of the working class. That sounds like a YOU problem.
Quinn's Law #25: "Liberals are great at giving away other people's money." You have been living PROOF of that law for 35 years. You give away everyone else's money — from a vacation home on a lake — while spending half a million on jets because you are far too important to wait in line with the taxpayers funding your lifestyle.
You want to talk about oligarchs controlling the media? You have been IN the media for four decades. You just finished a $75 million documentary. You have a book deal. You have a podcast. You HAVE the megaphone and you are using it to tell people that other people have the megaphone. The gene pool really needed a lifeguard for THAT particular reasoning.
I am a high school science teacher in Northeast Ohio. I support a family of six on a teacher's salary. I am not particularly impressed by a man with three houses, $550,000 in jet receipts, and 0.23 bills per year telling me he stands with the working class. More famous than wise, Senator. More famous than wise.
The hippie commune knew it in 72 hours. How long is it going to take everyone else?
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But what do I know — I am only a science teacher who can actually do math, a retired Army combat medic who knows what genuine sacrifice looks like, and apparently one of the few people left who finds it suspicious that the most vocal enemy of oligarchy just cannot bring himself to wait in line at the airport with the rest of us.
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@ChrisMurphyCT For those of us who actually have skin in the game your comments are both hurtful and contemptible. If you are in disagreement with this administration fine but to publicly cheer potential or imaginary defeat of our service members is despicable.
Remember you represent them too.
@Martina The Selective Service Act became law during WWI in 1917 under Democratic President Woodrow Wilson. It remained in effect through 1975. After a 5 year reprieve it was reinstated by Democrat Jimmy Carter in 1980 and has been the law of the land ever since. FACTS
🧵256 years ago today, on a freezing night in Boston, British soldiers opened fire on a crowd of colonists, killing five men.
It became known as the Boston Massacre, and it changed the course of American history 👇
Thank you to all of the 🇺🇸 military! This was for all of you! Thank you for doing everything that you do so that we can play the game that we love! Our Olympic Team 🇺🇸 talked daily about playing our hearts out for the military and all first responders!
⚡️If you sat across from a person who has seen real combat for years, you would not think “gigachad.”
You would feel a quiet gravity.
You would notice the way they scan a room.
You would notice the way they speak in short packets.
You would notice they do not romanticize anything.
Most of them are not addicted to glory.
They are addicted to clarity.
The world they came from has a simple logic:
Do the thing or people die.
Do it again tomorrow.
That clarity is rare in civilian life.
Civilian life is negotiations, incentives, plausibility, optics.
So the myth forms because people miss clarity more than they miss comfort.
The final layer.
The real “aura warfare” is integrity under pressure.
The ability to do what you said you would do when it costs you something.
When you are tired.
When you are scared.
When nobody is watching.
When there is no applause.
That is the part almost no one wants to hear.
Because it means you do not need a war to be tested.
You can be tested today.
Tell the truth when lying would be easier.
Keep the promise when breaking it would be convenient.
Train when you do not feel like it.
Do the boring work.
Stop coping with the phone.
Stand in the arena.