JJ_Johnson

I used to be serious on here. Now, I'm just taking this platform for what it has become. I can sell you a sense of humor if you don't have one. I study words.

[Mike Netter @nettermike]

Its a pledge not a prayer Say it loud and proud Watch Red Skelton from 1969 tell us in 2026
America 250 is worth speaking up about don’t you think?

[JJ_Johnson @FrancisTweed]

@90sWWE

[andy mclenon @AMclenon]

@20th_Centurygal Since I'm old I would choose the Seger album because so many of his songs seem like they're written by an older person looking back. Those and the rockets have aged well. A younger me would have chosen Road To Ruin which I listened to a lot through the great summer of 78.

[JJ_Johnson @FrancisTweed]

@BigBoyVol Good morning!

[JJ_Johnson @FrancisTweed]

@Titans Lipstick on a pig.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

On his final night in Atlanta, Red Skelton walked slowly into the spotlight as the theater lights dimmed. The applause rolled gently through the room, a tide of warmth and memory. His hair was silver now, his step slower, yet those kind eyes still carried the spark that had lit millions of homes decades before.

He wasn’t there to chase cheers or prove anything. He was there to share something rare—a gentler kind of laughter, the kind that doesn’t roar but settles softly in the heart.

He mimed. He told stories. He made people smile the way only he could. Then came a pause—a deep, reverent quiet. Red looked out at the audience: faces old enough to remember his black-and-white nights, and faces seeing him for the first time. He smiled and said, “I know I come from another time. But kindness never goes out of style. If you can make a child, a mother, and a father laugh together—you’re not just a comedian. You’re a bridge.”

[Karli Bonne’ 🇺🇸 @KarluskaP]

Lenny Bruce called it

[JJ_Johnson @FrancisTweed]

@LionelMedia So what? SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT!

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

"My name's Harold. I'm 68. I fix bicycles in my garage on Sycamore Street. Been doing it since I retired from the factory. Mostly kids' bikes, flat tires, loose chains, handlebars that wobble.

Parents drop them off, pick them up, pay me whatever they can. Five bucks, ten bucks, sometimes nothing. Don't matter to me. I just like fixing things.

Last summer, a boy rolled up with a bike held together by duct tape and prayer. Frame bent, both tires flat, chain rusted solid. Kid couldn't have been more than ten.
"Can you fix it?" he asked.
I looked at that bike. Should've gone to the dump years ago. "Where'd you get this?"
"Trash pile behind the apartments. I need it for my paper route. Gotta help Mom with rent."
Ten years old. Paper route. Helping with rent.
"Come back Saturday," I said.
I didn't fix that bike. I built him a new one. Used parts from bikes people donated, never picked up, left to rust. Spent three days on it. Made it solid. Made it safe. Painted it blue.

Saturday came. The boy's face when he saw it, I'll never forget that. "This... this is mine?"
"It's yours. Ride careful."
He hugged me. Rode off whooping down the street.

Word got around. Kids started showing up with trash bikes, broken bikes, bikes that barely rolled. They needed them for school, for work, to get to practices their parents couldn't drive them to.
I couldn't build new bikes for everyone. But I could teach them.

Started "Harold's Bike Workshop" every Saturday morning. Kids bring their broken bikes, I show them how to fix them. How to true a wheel. Replace a chain. Patch a tube. Use the tools right.
At first, they just wanted free repairs. But something shifted. They started taking pride. Learning. Helping each other.

The girl who couldn't afford new tires learned to scavenge parts from the dump, clean them up, make them work. The teenager who everyone said was headed nowhere rebuilt an entire bike from scraps, sold it, used the money to buy tools. Started his own little repair business.

Now? Thirty kids come every Saturday. My garage is packed. We've fixed over two hundred bikes. Built forty-seven from scratch.

But here's what matters, those kids learned they're not helpless. That broken things can be made whole with patience and work. That you don't need money to solve problems, just knowledge and willingness to try.
Last month, the boy with the blue bike came back. He's fifteen now. Rolled up on that same bike, still running strong.

"Mr. Harold, I saved enough from my route. Going to community college next year. Mechanic program. Because you showed me I'm good at fixing things."
He handed me an envelope. "For parts. For the next kid."

Inside was three hundred dollars in small bills. Years of paper route money.
I tried to give it back. He wouldn't take it.

"You fixed more than my bike," he said. "You fixed what I thought about myself."
I'm 68. I fix bicycles in a garage that smells like grease and old metal.

But I've learned this, teaching someone to fix their own broken things, that's not charity. That's dignity. That's power.

So teach something today. Anything. Show someone how things work. How to repair, build, create.
Because the world doesn't need more people fixing things for others.
It needs more people teaching others to fix things themselves.”

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

“My neighbour is 79. Her husband died three years ago, and her daughter lives in Oregon. I noticed her car hadn’t moved in weeks, and her grass was getting really long.

I knocked one Saturday and asked if she needed anything from the store. She teared up and said she’d stopped driving after a small fender-bender scared her, but she was too embarrassed to ask for help.

Now every Sunday, I text her my grocery list and ask for hers. We go together. It takes an extra forty minutes, but she lights up the whole trip. She tells me stories about when the town was different, points out deals I miss, and always insists on buying me a coffee at the store café.

Last month she told me, “You’ve given me a reason to plan my weeks again. I actually think about what I want to cook now.”

Such a small thing. But it matters so much to her.”

[Eliana @Starsandvolar]

It looked fun until🤣🤣

[GirthyB @GirthyB]

I wonder the same lol

[Amelia @nobleisawinner]

If God woke you up this morning , PUT AMEN ?

[T. Bernadetti @MrsRoyKeaneo]

My new "ring door bell" song.

Turn it up!😂

[John Rich🇺🇸 @johnrich]

Who can we trust 100% about what's really going on in our country? If you don't fully know the truth (and none of us really do) it's best to just stay quiet and listen.
"Even fools are thought wise if they keep silent, and discerning if they hold their tongues." Proverbs 17:28

[Eric Daugherty @EricLDaugh]

🚨 BREAKING: Rep. Tim Burchett exposes that his bill banning taxpayer dollars from going to the Taliban is being BLOCKED because of a Senate staffer who had his security clearance DENIED by DNI Tulsi Gabbard due to his relationship with the Taliban.

WOW.

"We can't get the bill passed in the Senate. It's taken me over a year to get it out of the dadgum House. And we got a fellow over in the Senate who was a staffer, but he was a former, I believe, ambassador to Afghanistan. And his name is what? Tom West."

"And apparently, our good friend Tulsi Gabbard and the Trump administration denied him his security clearance because of his alleged cozy relationship with the Taliban."

"And so I suspect that's what's going on in the Senate. That's why they're stopping the bill."

"And people say, well, y'all are in the majority. Why don't you just act like it? Well, you got to have 60 votes over there to pass a bill of this significance. And that's the holdup."

"And we're going to continue to see this kind of nonsense until the country wakes up. And I don't care what party you're in. We shouldn't be paying these people any money!"

"They will hate us for free. All they're going to do is use that money to come at us in a different area and kill Americans and kill our allies. Dadgum it!"

"This is what's going on. I'm letting you know about it. You can make the call. Call your senator - if you've got a Democrat senator, this is beyond that. This is actual, in my opinion, corruption."

"We know this money flows around. We know @ElonMusk told us about it flowing into dark money campaigns. And I think some of this money, I'm not sure if this is or some of the other, but surely it's flowing back into the pockets of politicians in Washington."

"And if it's a Republican, I hope they haul them out of here in chains. And a Democrat as well, because I don't care. I'm sick of it."

"We're $38 trillion in debt. We're sending over $40 million a week to the Taliban. And the United States Congress doesn't have the guts to stop it. That's pathetic. Let's fix it."

[JJ_Johnson @FrancisTweed]

@JamesHu27192912 Great move! CANNOT BLAME YA A BIT!

[Baseball’s Greatest Moments @BBGreatMoments]

BEST YOGI BERRA QUOTES:

1. “It ain’t over till it’s over.”
2. “It’s deja vu all over again.”
3. “I usually take a two-hour nap from 1 to 4.”
4. “Never answer an anonymous letter.”
5. “We made too many wrong mistakes.”
6. “You can observe a lot by watching.”
7. “The future ain’t what it used to be.”
8. “If you don’t know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else.”
9. “It gets late early out here.”
10. “If the people don’t want to come out to the ballpark, nobody’s going to stop them.”
11. “Baseball is 90 percent mental. The other half is physical.”
12. “Pair up in threes.”
13. “Why buy good luggage, you only use it when you travel.”
14. “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”
15. “All pitchers are liars or crybabies.”
16. “A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.”
17. “Bill Dickey is learning me his experience.”
18. “He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.”
19. “I always thought that record would stand until it was broken.”
20. “I can see how he (Sandy Koufax) won 25 games. What I don’t understand is how he lost five.”
Modal Trigger
Joe DiMaggio and Yogi Berra in 1955.
21. “I don’t know (if they were men or women fans running naked across the field). They had bags over their heads.”
22. “I’m a lucky guy and I’m happy to be with the Yankees. And I want to thank everyone for making this night necessary.”
23. “I’m not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.”
24. “In baseball, you don’t know nothing.”
25. “I never blame myself when I’m not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isn’t my fault that I’m not hitting, how can I get mad at myself?”
26. “I never said most of the things I said.”
27. “It ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.”
28. “I think Little League is wonderful. It keeps the kids out of the house.”
29. “I wish everybody had the drive he (Joe DiMaggio) had. He never did anything wrong on the field. I’d never seen him dive for a ball, everything was a chest-high catch, and he never walked off the field.”
30. “So I’m ugly. I never saw anyone hit with his face.”
31. “Take it with a grin of salt.”
32. (On the 1973 Mets) “We were overwhelming underdogs.”
33. “The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase.”
34. “You should always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise, they won’t come to yours.”
35. “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”

(Sources: Los Angeles Times, Baseball Almanac, Baseball Digest, Catcher in the Wry (Bob Uecker), Sports Illustrated)

[Adi @Adi13]

🇺🇸 She's 91 years old, standing in a hospital gown, hands in chains. Arrested for felony theft. The judge could hardly believe it.

Helen and her husband George, 88, have been married 65 years. He has severe heart failure and needs medicine every day just to stay alive. They live on a fixed income, barely scraping by. Last month, their supplemental insurance lapsed after they couldn't afford the payment.

When Helen went to pick up his prescription, the bill wasn't their usual $50. It was $940. She left empty- handed.

For three days, she watched the man she loved struggle to breathe.

Desperate, she went back to the pharmacy. While the pharmacist turned away, she slipped the medication into her purse. She didn't even make it to the door before she was stopped. The police charged her with felony shoplifting.

During booking, her blood pressure skyrocketed, and she was rushed to the hospital. The next morning, still in her thin gown, she was brought into court.

"I didn't know what else to do," she whispered. "He's all I have."

The judge looked at her - small, trembling, 91 years old - and shook his head.

"Take those chains off her," he ordered.

"This is not a criminal. This is a failure of our system."

He dismissed the charges immediately and ordered emergency assistance for both her and George.