BREAKING: Man arrested for attempted r*pe at Georgia park has 22 arrests since 2020, eight in 2026 alone and was just released from jail 17 days ago
Judge Claire Williams is the one who keeps releasing Lashawa Doyle.
WE SHOULDN’T HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS
“Failed” means the oil extracted from the finished product was inconsistent with pure avocado oil, suggesting substitution or blending with lower-cost oils such as canola, safflower, or soybean.
It does not, on its own, prove Chosen Foods knowingly adulterated products. Consumers deserve additional testing and fixing the supply chain.
Credit to UC Davis for the testing.
A kid on my street set up a stand. Not lemonade. A cardboard sign: FREE ADVICE.
He was maybe seven. He had a folding chair and a jar of pencils, in case of paperwork.
I stopped. A samurai does not pass a free consultation.
"I will take one advice," I said.
"Shoot."
"How does a man know when he is home?"
He did not hesitate. "When the dog's happy to see you."
I stood very still. Eight hundred years of my family asking that question, and a seven-year-old answered it in four words while picking his nose.
"That'll be twenty-five cents," he said.
"The sign says free."
"You got the free one. That was the free one. The dog one is premium."
I paid the twenty-five cents. I would have paid a horse.
That night I called my mother. No reason. In my family we do not call with no reason, so she answered already braced for death.
We talked for an hour about nothing. Her neighbor's tomatoes. A drama she watches. The rain.
She was happy. I could hear it. She kept finding new nothings to say so I would not hang up.
The kid was right.
Home is where someone's happy you called.
I owe that kid twenty-five more cents. I have been going back every Saturday.
His rates are insane. I pay them.
JUST NOW: Multiple passengers onboard Alaska Airlines flight 305 at Miami International Airport have threatened the flight attendants, including one saying they are going to take over the aircraft.
The plane, headed to Seattle, never took off and has returned to the gate.
Let's lay out the math:
You own an NYC apartment that's been occupied by the same tenant for 30 years. It's rent-stabilized, so the tenant is paying substantially under market rate.
The tenant moves out / passes away, and legally, you're required to invest $100k into lead abatement, wiring, asbestos, etc., to bring the unit to code before you re-lease it to the next tenant.
But because of a 2019 law called the HSTPA (Housing Stability and Tenant Protection Act), you can't raise the rent enough to cover the renovation costs.
You go to the bank to ask for a renovation loan. They say, "Can you pay it back?" You say, honestly, "No." They say "Denied," as they should.
Your only other option would be to pay cash out-of-pocket if you happen to have that kind of money laying around.
Your financial advisor says, "Why wouldn't you just put that money into T-bills, or TIPS, or long-term Treasuries? Or heck, even a high-yield savings account? Or a CD?"
You run the math and realize all of the above would pay a higher return.
So it doesn't make sense to pay cash. You can't get approved for a loan. And you can't legally rent out the apartment without doing this renovation work.
So you leave the apartment vacant.
There are 57,421 rent-stabilized vacant units in NYC, according to the latest data, which was released in June 2026.
That's about a 16.18% increase over the previous year, when NYC had 49,426 vacant units.
That trend line is worrying. And it's about to get worse.
Absolute state of this.
Young lad purchases a baseball bat in "Modern England".
As soon as he leaves the store, police grab him for "carrying a weapon".
The bat is literally still in it's plastic covering.
BREAKING NEWS!
Investigators just uncovered another Fauci phone call.
He openly admits that once you destroy people’s livelihoods, their “ideological bullshit” falls away.
This is the man who helped shut down the country.
He should be in prison for the rest of his miserable life.
Share this. Accountability starts with exposing the truth.
#Fauci #COVID #Accountability #AmericaFirst #MAGA
Charlie Kirk knew exactly how to dismantle Hasan Piker and his socialist views
Nothing ends a socialist argument faster than asking them to actually live like one 😭🔥
💜 Today, we honor the Purple Heart.
On Purple Heart Day, we remember the Soldiers who have been wounded or made the ultimate sacrifice in service to our nation.
The Purple Heart carries a story of courage, sacrifice and service—a reminder that freedom comes at a cost.
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🚨 JUST IN: Former NBA player Royce White just dropped this line on national TV after QUALIFYING for the WNBA Draft
"I'm just having a blast in my feminine era. I never thought that I was a woman."
"I think it's only fair I get a chance to play with some of my queens here in the twilight of my career, my athletic prime!"
OMG 😂😂
"You know, I've always trusted the science and I thought I was a man my entire life, but you know, after further review and strong look at my personal preferences — it would appear that that I am indeed sometimes identifying as a transgender woman."
Cynthia Ann Parker was just a young girl when the Comanche and Kiowa attacked Fort Parker, killing her family and taking her and four others as slaves.
While the rest were eventually ransomed or released, she remained with the Comanche.
Adopted by a couple who raised her as their own, she forgot English, absorbed the language, customs, and worldview of the people who took her in, and became thoroughly Comanche.
In time she married the warrior and chief Peta Nocona. They had three children: sons Quanah and Pecos, and a daughter, Topsannah... Prairie Flower.
Multiple opportunities arose for her to return to white society; traders, agents, and relatives offered ransoms or invitations, but she refused them all.
She had a husband she loved, children she cherished, and a life she fully claimed as her own.
When pressed, she made clear that everything dearest to her was with the Comanche; she would not leave.
That life ended abruptly on December 18, 1860.
Texas Rangers under Lawrence “Sul” Ross attacked a Comanche camp on the Pease River. In the fighting, most of those present; largely women, children, and a few older men, were killed or scattered.
Cynthia Ann, then in her early thirties and still nursing her young daughter, was recognized by her blue eyes and seized.
Separated from her husband and her two sons, she was forced back into the world of her birth family against her will. White Texans celebrated her “rescue.” She experienced it as a second captivity.
For the remaining years of her life she never adjusted. She mourned her lost husband, sons, and people.
She made repeated attempts to escape and return to the Comanche. She resisted speaking English, clung to Comanche ways, and remained a stranger in the homes of relatives who could not comprehend that the girl taken in 1836 had long since become someone else.
The Texas legislature granted her a pension and land; none of it mattered. What she wanted was to go home to the people who had adopted her.
Grief deepened. Word reached her that her son Pecos had died of smallpox. Then, around 1863–1864, her daughter Topsannah sickened with influenza or pneumonia and died.
Cynthia Ann’s spirit broke. She keened in the Comanche manner, scarred herself and cut her hair again in mourning, and withdrew.
Accounts describe her refusing food, wasting away in depression and despair.
She died in March 1871 (some sources place it earlier, around 1864 or 1870) at a relative’s home in Anderson County, Texas, still longing for the open plains and the family she had been torn from twice.
Her surviving son Quanah later became the greatest Comanche leader and the last to surrender.
In 1910 he had her remains moved to Oklahoma so she could rest among the people she had never stopped calling her own.
The central tragedy of Cynthia Ann Parker’s life was not the first captivity but the second: the forced return to a world that claimed her by blood while she belonged, in every deeper sense, to the Comanche who had made her one of them.
All she wanted, in the end, was to go back home.