Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
She's the reporter who exposed Epstein. Now she's helping us expose animal cruelty.
I'll say it again to the government officials who continue to cover-up animal abuse:
The writing is on the wall, and your day of accountability is coming, too.
Imagine your dog trapped in a metal coffin for her entire life. She cannot go outside. She cannot walk. She cannot even turn around to see what's behind her. She is forced to live this way her entire life.
This is the mind-blowing that the pork industry is not just trying to hide, but trying to force YOU to accept through underhanded tactics. It has slipped this provision (the Save Our Bacon Act) into the Farm Bill, legislation that otherwise does things like fund food stamps.
But now that is all being exposed. The NYTimes published an op ed yesterday condemning the corruption and abuse and calling the fight for animals "one of the great but incomplete moral revolutions of our lifetime."
Columnist @NickKristof will be remembered by history for his moral prescience. But this is all being exposed not just because of Kristof. My friend @joshbalk has worked tirelessly to lobby legislators. @Lewis_Bollard has relentlessly pushed this story on social media. @leah_garces has worked for years to successfuly win over allies from within the industry. And, most important, countless Americans like you have raised YOUR voice.
Stories like this NYT piece are in many ways the product of the small efforts of millions. Every person who shares on social media, tells their friends or co-workers about the corruption they've read about, or sheds a quiet tear for these defenseless creatures — you are the ones triggering this moral revolution.
And exposure is just the beginning. Soon, because of you, every animal will be freed from their tormenter's cage.
Oh, Hillary. Hillary, Hillary. You ignorant slut.
As the Senior Military Aide to President Bill Clinton, YOU’RE military aide — the officer who carried the nuclear football in and out of the White House every single day — I saw the “people’s house” up close alongside you. @HillaryClinton
Spare us the sanctimonious lectures. And turn on your replies, coward.
When you and Bill left in January 2001, your staff ransacked the place. Remember?
“W” keys ripped off every keyboard. Phone lines cut. Desk drawers glued shut. Obscene voicemails and vulgar graffiti left behind.
Presidential seals and silverware stolen. Furniture damaged. The GAO confirmed the vandalism and theft. It wasn’t “transition friction” — it was a disgrace.
You trashed the People’s House on your way out the door and now you’re clutching pearls over Trump?
I remember, Hillary. I was there. Remember?
The hypocrisy is Olympic-level, Ms. Clinton. And you know it! You of ALL people know it!
The American people have long memories. Especially this one! Me!
We remember who actually looted the place. Shut up and color.
The North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) has reportedly detected an “unidentified high-altitude, hypersonic contact” approaching U.S. Airspace from the direction of the Northern Atlantic, with F-22 Raptors being scrambled from Langley Air Force Base in Virginia.
Well it is official now..
I want to again express my sincere appreciation to President Donald J. Trump @POTUS for nominating me to lead NASA, and to the United States Senate--and Chairman Cruz @tedcruz - for their diligence and fairness throughout the confirmation process. I am grateful to Secretary Duffy @SecDuffy for his leadership as Acting Administrator during this transition, and to my wife Monica, my family, my friend Senator Sheehy @TimSheehyMT and everyone who offered their support along the way.
As I step into this role, I make these personal commitments:
– Mission: I will champion the bold objectives of human space exploration, scientific discovery, and a thriving orbital economy that ensures America’s leadership in space. We will never again give up our capabilities to reach for the stars, and we will never settle for second place.
– Integrity: I will serve responsibly, transparently, and without personal gain, covering every cost I am legally permitted to, and fully adhering to my ethics agreement. My loyalty is to my country, my President, and the space agency that has inspired me since I was a child.
– Urgency: I will intensely focus the agency on achieving the near-impossible, the very reason NASA was established in the first place. We will eliminate the bureaucracy that impedes progress and empower the best and brightest to take ownership, move quickly, accept smart risks, and act with a relentless focus on mission success.
– Inspiration: Every launch, every scientific breakthrough must inspire the next generation to dream bigger, to reach higher, and believe that anything is possible. In addition to my existing philanthropic efforts, I will donate my salary as Administrator to the U.S. Space & Rocket Center’s Space Camp to help prepare the pioneers of tomorrow.
I am humbled by this opportunity, proud to serve, and ready to work alongside the most talented minds in America as we continue the greatest adventure in human history.
Sincerely,
Jared Isaacman
NASA Administrator
@ronnieadkins It’s jewelry, brother. Rolexes are gorgeous AF, and I love mine without compare… but the bastards don’t keep anywhere NEAR as good a time as a quartz.
And my Japanese-made G-Shock is an absolute UNIT.