Dr. Liz Santschi

Clinician and horse lover. Veterinarian first, then Equine surgeon. Outlier. Opinions my own.

[1794 @_1794_]

@MeidasTouch @PellervoHannula

[Brandon Pope TV @BpopeTV]

Barry Butler just casually drops the most breathtaking Chicago images known to man every week. Legend.

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@RadioFreeTom No more WR for me.

[ArchaeoHistories @histories_arch]

A 16-year-old Latina girl from Chicago mailed her application to MIT.

Her name was Sabrina González Pasterski....

On merit alone, she should have been impossible to ignore. At 14, she had built a working single-engine airplane in her family’s garage—documenting every step, from assembly to flight. She passed inspection and flew it herself. She came from public schools, a first-generation Cuban-American with no elite pipeline or connections.

She understood the unspoken rule: girls like her had to be exceptional just to be considered.

She was.

MIT still waitlisted her.

It hit hard. MIT had been the goal she built everything around. Being told “not yet” felt like being told “not you.” But then two MIT professors came across her airplane video. They watched a teenager design, build, and fly her own aircraft—and immediately recognized something rare.

They pushed her case forward.

MIT reconsidered.

She got in.

She didn’t forget that moment. Instead, she used it as fuel. At MIT, she didn’t just succeed—she redefined what success looked like. She became the first woman to win the prestigious Orloff Scholarship, graduated in just three years with a perfect 5.00 GPA, and became the first woman in two decades to graduate at the top of MIT Physics.

Her research moved just as fast. Her first paper was accepted within 24 hours—something almost unheard of in theoretical physics. Opportunities followed. NASA showed interest. Jeff Bezos personally offered her a role at Blue Origin.

She declined.

She chose to pursue deeper questions instead, heading to Harvard for a PhD in physics. There, she focused on black holes, quantum gravity, and the structure of spacetime. At just 25, her work was cited by Stephen Hawking—a rare acknowledgment from one of the most respected minds in science.

But her story isn’t just about intelligence.

It’s about navigating a space where people like her are often underrepresented. She had seen the imbalance early—few girls in advanced physics, even fewer from her background. Instead of stepping back, she stepped forward.

She kept her focus narrow and intentional. No social media presence, no distractions—just her work. She maintained a simple website, sharing research rather than chasing attention. When people compared her to Einstein, she rejected it, insisting she was still learning.

After completing her PhD, again with top performance, she continued her work at leading research institutions. Today, she contributes to some of the most complex problems in physics, exploring how the universe fundamentally works.

And as she does, she quietly expands what feels possible for others.

Sabrina González Pasterski’s story isn’t just about brilliance. It’s about persistence, identity, and refusing to shrink to fit expectations. MIT hesitated.

She gave them a second chance to see clearly.

And then she went on to prove exactly who she was.

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[Protect Kamala Harris ✊ @DisavowTrump20]

Retired 4-Star Navy Admiral and former Navy SEAL William McRaven on Donald Trump: "Through your actions, you have embarrassed us in the eyes of our children, humiliated us on the world stage and, worst of all, divided us as a nation."

RETWEET if you stand with Admiral McRaven!

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@Ruemonst @WinStarCEO That is bullshit and insulting. Nick is committed to safe racing and very conscientious. The EID rates can vary over time and between jurisdictions. The video is bad and the horse is jogging fast on soft going, but I would say right front.

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@Scaramucci It’s a criminal conspiracy and will be treated as such.

[MAGA Cult Slayer @MAGACult2]

The Woke Farmer is a real one.

Please, please listen to this. It’s important.

[Sportsnstuff 🇨🇦💪 @Mainlysports1]

@TiffinOhioNews This sounds just like Ohio

[Rick Wilson @TheRickWilson]

Please don’t send this to @realdonaldtrump or his family members. It would be wrong to remind everyone he was a 5-time draft dodger and a coward.

[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 🇺🇸

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[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@RadioFreeTom And some men wonder why women think they are lame as hell.

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@piersmorgan Because they are not HIS enemies

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@sentdefender First, pay the salaries of all the federal workers you laid off due to the moronic DOGE effort that achieved nothing but pain for federal workers?

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@SaraJessicaSnar @davidharsanyi never does, but Mosley is shown while he talks about the opposition, which Mosley surely was and his story matches TC description except: that he for sure wasn't a war hero and after a brief career as a soldier retreated to admin b/c he hurt his leg showing off to his mommy

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@AdamKinzinger Why would the operators need a plumber to go along?

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@atrupar Donnie, honey, check google. China is the world leader in wind energy and has a capacity of 561 gigawatts (GW), accounting for half of the global total. The country operates tens of 1000s of turbines, including massive, onshore projects like the 7,000-turbine Gansu wind farm

[AnthonyAndrews @anthon7yandrews]

Please make this go viral. It’s literally the most important thing people need to understand right now and the evidence is right in front of our faces as Jared travels the world making deals that POTUS should be making. Wake TF up. No on voted vote Jared Fucking Kushner. Repost.

[Adnene Nasri @TheOther_9]

They are not photos of the war; they are of the psychopath who started it to try to cover up the Epstein files. But he achieved neither: the files came to light, and the war is already lost.

The U.S. Congress must remove this psychopath from office and put him on trial.

Do not stop talking about the Epstein files.

[Dr. Liz Santschi @Esantschi]

@AuntSassyAss Unforgiven