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[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

How couples met (1930-2024)

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@ThrillaRilla369 Lassie

[Gina Milan @ginamilan_]

Our hearts are heavy today for 19-year-old Pvt. Isabella Gonzales of Carrollton, Texas. This brave young soldier was killed Friday in Iranian missile and drone attacks on a U.S. base in Jordan.

At just 19, she selflessly answered the call to defend our nation. Her courage and sacrifice will never be forgotten.

Sending deepest condolences and prayers to her family, friends, and all who loved her. May God wrap you in comfort and grant her eternal peace.

Thank you for your service, Isabella. You are a true hero. 🇺🇸

[Doggod @PAWZUP4TX]

@FoxNews Probably not the smartest thing to do but can’t blame him.

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@TONYxTWO eating on the fly!

[Secretary of War Pete Hegseth @SecWar]

To the warriors of the USS Gerald R. Ford Carrier Strike Group—WELCOME HOME.

You made history, answered the call with strength and resolve, and made our nation proud.

[Doggod @PAWZUP4TX]

@buitengebieden the cat said hey get off your phone!!

[Texas Division of Emergency Management @TDEM]

🚨Reminder: Texas will conduct a statewide drill of local public warning systems on April 2.

Local partners across the state will test their alerting capabilities to build readiness and confirm reliability of these emergency notifications.

More Details: https://t.co/KwWJfjOu52

[Aakash Gupta @aakashgupta]

I worked at Epic Games for two years. This is real, and the strategy behind it is smarter than most people realize.

Tim Sweeney has spent nearly two decades buying North Carolina forest land. 50,000+ acres across 15 counties. He’s now one of the largest private landowners in the state. The purchases started in 2008, right after the real estate collapse wiped out developers who had been planning golf resorts and luxury communities on biodiverse wilderness.

Sweeney paid $15 million for Box Creek Wilderness, a 7,000-acre stretch in the Blue Ridge foothills containing 130+ rare and threatened species. Developers had owned 5,000 of those acres before the crash. He bought them for conservation prices when nobody else was bidding.

He runs the acquisitions through an LLC called “130 of Chatham.” He buys the land, holds it for years, then either donates it to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, sells it at a discount to state parks, or hands it to land trusts. In 2021, he donated 7,500 acres in the Roan Highlands to the Southern Appalachian Highlands Conservancy. Largest private land donation in North Carolina history.

The part people miss: he told the News & Observer that since 2021, land got too expensive to keep buying. So he shifted focus to converting his existing 50,000 acres into permanent conservation status. He’s locking the land into legal structures that make development impossible regardless of who owns it in the future.

A billionaire worth roughly $6 billion is spending tens of millions acquiring wilderness specifically during economic downturns, then giving it away or placing it under permanent legal protection. The land will outlast him, Epic Games, and Fortnite.

That’s the part that separates Sweeney from billionaires who write checks to get their name on a building. The building depreciates. The forest compounds.

[Jerome Foster II @JeromeFosterII]

Ecuador bans oil drilling to protect 700,000-hectares of rainforest: https://t.co/AFu2xDmJho These are the type of announcements we need.

No time to waste. #ActOnClimate

#climate #energy #IndigenousPeoples

[Doggod @PAWZUP4TX]

@mcshev @mikepat711 Only works on highways not rural town areas??

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

In 1970, if a woman arrived at an emergency room after being raped, the staff moved fast. They cut away her clothing. They washed blood from her skin. They cleaned her wounds, combed debris from her hair, sutured, swabbed, stabilized.

They saved her life.

And in the same efficient hour, they destroyed the case.

The clothing that held fibers and semen was bagged with hospital trash. The fingernails that might have carried skin cells were scrubbed clean. The bruises were documented only as injuries, not as patterns of violence. By the time police arrived, there was often nothing left but a shaken woman and a report that would quietly die in a file.

No one intended harm. Nurses were trained to heal, not to think like investigators. Emergency medicine focused on stopping bleeding and preventing infection. Justice was considered someone else’s department.

Except it wasn’t.

It was the survivor’s.

Virginia Lynch was a nurse who noticed what others had normalized. Born in 1941, she grew up in a culture that treated sexual violence as something shameful, private, better left unexamined. In the ER, she saw the same pattern repeat. A woman would arrive assaulted. Staff would do what they were taught. Hours later, police would ask for evidence that no longer existed.

Prosecutors declined cases. Defense attorneys dismantled what little documentation there was. Survivors were left with a quiet, corrosive message: if it can’t be proven, maybe it didn’t really happen.

Lynch understood something radical for her time — hospitals were not neutral spaces. They were the first crossroads between trauma and accountability. If evidence vanished there, justice rarely followed.

When she began asking why nurses weren’t trained to preserve forensic evidence, the resistance was immediate. Doctors said nursing was about care, not crime. Law enforcement questioned whether nurses could handle chain of custody. Administrators worried about lawsuits and reputation. Beneath all of it was a deeper discomfort: taking sexual assault seriously would require admitting how common it was.

But Lynch kept pushing.

She began designing protocols that did not force a false choice between healing and documentation. Clothing could be preserved without delaying treatment. Injuries could be photographed respectfully. Swabs could be taken with consent. Detailed notes could be written in language that held up in court. Evidence could be secured without turning a survivor into an object.

She saw nurses differently than others did. They were already there first. They saw injuries before they faded. They heard the story before it hardened into a deposition. They had the trust of patients in moments when uniformed officers might not.

If nurses were trained properly, they could protect both the body and the truth of what happened to it.

Out of that insistence came a new field: forensic nursing. Eventually, the role of the Sexual Assault Nurse Examiner — SANE — was formalized. These nurses learned evidence collection, trauma-informed interviewing, courtroom testimony, and meticulous documentation. They became the bridge between medicine and the legal system.

Hospitals that adopted these programs saw measurable change. Evidence was preserved correctly. Cases were stronger. Convictions increased. Survivors reported feeling believed instead of processed. The difference was not dramatic technology. It was intention, structure, and training.

By the 1990s, forensic nursing was recognized as a legitimate specialty. Courts accepted forensic nurses as expert witnesses. Nursing schools began offering training programs. What had once been dismissed as unnecessary interference became the standard of care.

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[Mike Netter @nettermike]

The year is 1853, and America's most sacred house is rotting from the inside out.

George Washington's Mount Vernon, the estate where the father of the nation spent his final years, is disintegrating. Paint flaking off in sheets. Timber beams sagging under their own weight. The grand portico where Washington once stood now groans in the wind.

The owner, Washington's great-grandnephew, is desperate. He's tried everything to maintain the place, but hordes of souvenir hunters treat it like a free-for-all, ripping pieces off the walls, trampling the grounds. He can't farm it. He can't fix it. He can't afford it.

So he does the only thing left. He offers to sell it to Virginia. The state looks at the price tag and backs away slowly. Too expensive, they say. Not our problem.

Fine, he thinks. He takes it to Congress. Surely the federal government will step up for George Washington's actual house?

Congress debates. Then votes it down. Their reasoning? The government has no business buying old buildings. Not even this one.

Mount Vernon is officially on its own. And it's dying.

Then a South Carolina woman named Louisa Cunningham takes a steamboat past the estate. From the water, she sees the decay up close. The sight guts her. She goes home and writes to her daughter Ann: If the men won't save it, why don't the women?

Ann Pamela Cunningham reads that letter and decides her mother is right. She's chronically ill, bedridden half the time, living in constant pain. She has no money, no vote, no legal power.

But she has a pen. And she has rage.

She founds the Mount Vernon Ladies Association in 1853. Their goal: raise $200,000 to buy Washington's home outright. No government help. No men required.

They start small. Bake sales. Letter campaigns. Wealthy women writing checks. Poor women sending coins. Slowly, impossibly, the fund grows.

Five years later, they have the money. On Washington's birthday in 1860, they make the final payment. Mount Vernon belongs to the women.

And here's the kicker: they still own it. Right now. In 2025. The same organization Ann Pamela Cunningham started 172 years ago still runs George Washington's estate. Not the Park Service. Not the government that said no.

The women who couldn't vote saved the home of the man who built the country. And they've been taking care of it ever since.

[Curiosity @MAstronomers]

🚨: Astronaut’s Wake-Up Call from Space

After spending 178 days aboard the International Space Station, astronaut Ron Garan returned to Earth with a realization that shook him — we’re living a lie.

From orbit, he saw our planet as one glowing blue sphere — no borders, no nations, no divisions — just a single, fragile home floating in the vast darkness. Yet down here, we live as if we’re separate, fighting over lines that don’t even exist from space.

He watched lightning storms flicker like heartbeat pulses, auroras dance across the poles, and a thin blue atmosphere shielding all life — a reminder of how delicate our world truly is.

Garan says humanity’s priorities are upside down: we’ve put the economy first, when it should be Planet → Society → Economy. Because without a thriving planet, nothing else survives.

His message is clear and urgent — 🌎 Earth is our shared spaceship. We are not passengers… we are crew.

And it’s time we start acting like it.

[Dipti Sharma @Diptish09]

Final interview.
They ask: “Why should we hire you?”
Your mind blanks.

You say “hardworking and passionate.”
Interview ends. No offer.

Here’s what they actually want…

[Astronomy Vibes @AstronomyVibes]

✨️ You Are Made of Star Stuff — Literally!

Everything around you, including your own body, is made from elements forged in the depths of space.

At the dawn of time, the Big Bang produced the simplest elements: hydrogen, helium, and traces of lithium.

These atoms gathered to form the first massive stars — cosmic powerhouses that burned bright and died in spectacular supernova explosions. Inside their fiery cores, immense pressure fused lighter elements into heavier ones like carbon, oxygen, and iron, the very building blocks of life.

When these stars exploded, they scattered their enriched material across the universe, seeding new generations of stars, planets, and eventually, life itself. Every atom in your body—your bones, your blood, and even the air you breathe—once belonged to ancient stars.

So the next time you gaze up at the night sky, remember: you are not just in the universe; the universe is in you. ✨

[Israel War Room @IsraelWarRoom]

🎥WATCH: Protestors have effectively liberated the city of Abdanan in Iran’s Ilam province.

Reports are circulating of police laying down their weapons and joining protestors in demonstrations against @khamenei_ir’s terrorist regime.

FREE IRAN!