Jack Siney

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[Jack Siney @jsiney]

The Re-United States of America

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[Jack Siney @jsiney]

@SecretFire79 @grok …what’s on the X-axis of this image? What’s is the scale across the bottom?

[Tony M. Hodge @TonyMHodge]

Man.

[BibleRoll ✠ @BibleRollApp]

You don't see them but they're there!

[Marcial Cuquerella @Mcuquerella]

Sigue siendo el mejor vídeo sobre adicción que se ha creado

[NBA Bassey @0xBassey]

Osi Umenyiora reveals how the Giants exposed “the greatest quarterback ever, supposedly,” Tom Brady, by decoding his snap count before Super Bowl XLII

Umenyiora says he noticed Brady pointing at a specific defender before signaling the center to snap the ball. After studying game footage for a week, he became convinced the pattern was consistent and shared his discovery with the entire Giants defense. That preparation gave New York’s defensive line a crucial advantage, helping them sack Brady five times and hit him around 20 times in the upset victory over the previously undefeated Patriots. Umenyiora says the Giants entered the game believing they could win because they had uncovered something their opponents did not know they had figured out.

[Mike, Mike, Mike @Gulicio1]

This is the best explanation between left and right I have heard in a long time! #RepublicanValues #democraticvalues

[Forrest Frank For Jesus @forestfrank]

THE JESUS GENERATION MOVIE. in theaters 2027

[Sam Vecenie @Sam_Vecenie]

I mean, just an all-time TV segment. Making Chuck do Who He Play For multiple times in a row with the same players is a brilliant idea and I was legit crying laughing by the end, my god.

[Shahriq Khan @RealShahriqKhan]

You know what shook me when I was Muslim?

The story of Hosea: In it, God tells a prophet to marry a woman He KNOWS will betray him.

She does. She runs to other men. She ends up enslaved, sold, and used up. Essentially, she is worthless to the world.

Then, God tells Hosea to go BUY HER BACK, to pay money for his own wife who cheated on him, and love her again. (Hosea 3)

I thought it was the most humiliating command in the Bible. Bro, why would any man do that!?

Then I realized I was exactly like the wife.

I gave my heart to everything but God. I chased other masters and I sold myself cheap. In a way, I made myself worthless.

But, God looked at me, the betrayer, and didn’t say “you’re not worth it.” Instead, He said, “Name the price. I’m buying her back.”

What's beautiful about this is, that’s the entire Gospel. God doesn’t wait for the unfaithful to come crawling back clean.

He pays to redeem them while they’re still dirty.

Islam told me to make myself WORTHY of God.

Hosea showed me an amazing, present God who pays to redeem the unworthy. The cross was Him naming the price.

Praise the Lord!

Follow for more Christian apologetics that doesn't stop at winning arguments but equips you to actually reach people!

[Cameron Teich @TheCameronTeich]

The "respectable" lie of the last fifty years was that raising successful kids meant launching them like missiles away from home.

"He got a great corporate offer in Charlotte."

"She’s climbing the ladder in Seattle."

"He's on track for partner at his firm in NYC."

Now your grandchildren are being discipled by liberal coastal education systems, you might see them on FaceTime twice a month, and the family name carries zero weight in any single municipality.

You took those God given arrows and scattered your quiver into the ocean.

Start the conversation. Call them back home. Welcome them with open arms. Build an joint enterprise big enough to anchor them where the family name means something, and the kids have productive land to inherit.

[RANDYS777 @RandySevy]

Sometimes the hardest thing God will ever ask you to do is NOTHING.

To stop trying to fix everything.
To stop forcing doors that He hasn’t opened.
To stop chasing answers He hasn’t given you yet.
To stop fighting battles that were never yours to fight.

And just… BE STILL.

I don’t know about you, but waiting on God is one of the hardest things for me.

Because when everything around me feels like it’s falling apart, my first instinct is to fix it. To figure it out. To take control. To make something happen.

But sometimes God is asking me to take my hands off the situation and trust that His hands are already on it.

And that’s HARD.

It’s hard to pray and not see anything changing.
It’s hard to trust when you don’t understand.
It’s hard to surrender when you’re terrified of what might happen next.

But I’ve learned that just because I can’t see God moving doesn’t mean He isn’t working.

Sometimes the waiting is where He’s teaching me to trust Him the most.

Sometimes the closed door is His protection.
Sometimes the delay is His preparation.
And sometimes the battle I’m exhausting myself trying to fight is the very battle He’s asking me to surrender.

Exodus 14:14 “The LORD will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace.”

So if you’re in a season where you’ve prayed, cried, worried, and done everything you know how to do…

Maybe it’s time to stop trying to control the outcome and start trusting the One who already knows it.

You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to trust the God who does.

Be still. Keep praying. Keep trusting.

God hasn’t forgotten about you.���

Tiffany Jones

[Michael & Rebecca @Michaeljos92972]

THE HORROR OF BEING LONELY AT SEVENTY.
by Michael Whelan

The cruelest part of growing old isn't knowing that life is getting shorter. It's wondering how much of it you'll have to spend without being loved the way you once were.

At seventy, loneliness is not simply an empty house.
It is a body that still remembers what it feels like to be loved.

God, how I miss being held.

I miss holding Rebecca's hand. The beautiful simplicity of our fingers finding each other without either of us giving it a thought. I miss cuddling in bed after a long day, feeling her warmth against me, knowing that whatever horrors the world had waiting, for that one precious moment, we were safe.
I miss someone telling me I look handsome.
I miss hearing those three ordinary, extraordinary words: "I love you."
And perhaps most heartbreaking of all, I miss saying them to someone who could whisper them back.

These are the little things we take for granted until death comes along and steals them.

For years, I cared for Rebecca as Parkinson's and dementia slowly took possession of the woman I adored. Cancer had already ravaged my own body. I was exhausted, frightened, and sometimes so overwhelmed that I prayed for one afternoon when nobody needed me.

Now I have more afternoons than I know what to do with.

What a cruel joke.

People think loneliness is about having nobody to talk to. They're wrong. I can talk to friends. I can laugh. I can attend a gathering and appear perfectly happy.

Then I return home.

Nobody asks how my day went. Nobody reaches across the couch to touch my arm. Nobody notices that I've put on a nice shirt or that I'm unusually quiet.

And the bed.

Dear God, the bed.

There is something almost unbearable about having an entire side of a mattress available when you'd surrender everything you own to feel someone breathing beside you again.
At seventy, society seems to assume our need for tenderness has somehow expired.
It hasn't.

My heart is seventy.

My need to be loved is ageless.

I still want affection, companionship, laughter, romance, and the glorious comfort of knowing someone is genuinely happy that I walked through the door.

I don't want to spend my remaining years merely remembering what love felt like.
I want to feel it again.

And perhaps that is what makes loneliness at seventy so terrifying.

I am not finished loving.

I am simply living in a world where the person who knew how to love me best is gone.

But love does not vanish just because the person who awakened it is gone. It remains in the hand that still reaches across the sheets, in the words that rise to my lips with nowhere to land, in the part of me that still believes tenderness is worth wanting.

So every night, when I turn out the light, my hand finds the place where hers used to be. I always tell her how my day went.

And for one aching moment, in the darkness, I am not only remembering what I lost.
I am remembering that I am still capable of love.
And perhaps that is not the loneliest truth of all.

Perhaps it is a promise.

The heart that can grieve this deeply has not gone empty. It is still open. It is still reaching. Somewhere beyond the silence of this house, there may be another hand waiting to find mine—not to replace Rebecca, because no one could, but to meet the love that remains.

Until then, I will keep getting up. I will put on the nice shirt. I will answer the phone, accept the invitation, sit beside someone who needs company, help other caregivers how to get through another day and let the world surprise me when it can.

I have lost the life I knew.

But I have not lost my capacity to live.

And as long as I can still love, still hope, still reach toward another human being, my story is not over.

The bed may be empty tonight.
But I am still here.
And here, even at seventy, is not the end.

[Kurt Supe, CPA & Retirement Planner @KurtSupeCPA]

Two couples, $1.4 million each, same $90,000 lifestyle.

One of them can retire at 62 and the other can't, and it has nothing to do with how much they saved.

Couple A has $1.35 million in a traditional IRA and $50,000 in cash.

That's the whole picture. Every dollar they spend has to come out of the IRA, and every dollar that comes out is ordinary income.

To actually put $90,000 in their pocket they're withdrawing closer to $105,000, because they're paying the tax on the way out the door.

That withdrawal puts their MAGI over $84,600, which in 2026 is the 400% poverty line for a household of two.

Above that line the ACA premium credit is zero. Not smaller. Zero. So now they're buying health insurance at full retail in their early 60s, which in a lot of markets runs well into five figures. And the only place to get the money for that premium is another IRA withdrawal, which pushes their income up again.

Couple B has $600,000 traditional, $400,000 Roth, and $400,000 in a taxable account with high basis. Same $1.4 million.

They pull their $90,000 from three places instead of one, and their reportable income becomes something they decide instead of something that happens to them.

That's the whole difference. Not the total. The mix.

And here's the part that actually bothers me. For 30 years the only advice anybody hands out is contribute more, max it out, get the match.

Nobody sits a 50 year old down and tells them the account they're choosing right now is going to help set what their health insurance costs at 62.

If you're 50+ and nearly everything you own is pre-tax, you don't have a savings problem. You have a location problem. And you still have time to do something about it.

[Vala Afshar @ValaAfshar]

Naval Ravikant: How to be successful in life summarized in two words: productize yourself.

[Brian Peotter @Brian_Peotter]

I ranked the 50 states from Most Christian to most Heathen.

Pew research metrics included Mormons as Christian. Lets argue about it.

[Chris Powers @fortworthchris]

The world’s most consequential region of the next 20 years.

[Complex @Complex]

Woman who lost her battle with cancer left behind a note on what matters most (2017)

[via/ FB Holly Butcher]

[Patrick Neve @catholicpat]

Children of divorce are:

• 3x more likely to be incarcerated
• 2-3x more likely to divorce as an adult
• 50-100% more likely to live in poverty
• 63% more likely to have a teen pregnancy
• 35-55% to die before 25
• 16% more likely to develop behavioral problems between ages 7-14
• 8% more likely to drop out of high school
• 12% less likely to attend college
• 11% less likely to graduate college

That deserves more than "Mommy and daddy are just not feeling it"

[Josh Wood @J_K_Wood]

Divorce is the death of a family.

Your children instantly lose 50% of your time, often their house, every tradition, and even their past, as memories that involved both of you become increasingly unsafe to share around your new partners.

In its place, they don't get two homes and two Christmases. They get awkward third spaces. Forever, even into the room where you take your final breath, they're left unsure how to negotiate the blending of outsiders into what was once their intact, perfect family.

Sometimes this destruction is forced on you by a spouse's betrayal, or required to keep your children safe. But when it is chosen because the two adults just fell out of love, it is wrong.

Divorce is an enemy that should be fought, never welcomed, never celebrated.

Adults may drift apart.
The children are torn apart.