@shawtyastrology Do cooking classes count? Gemini Sn, Mercury,Venus and Mars all in the 5th with mercury leading the pack! Inquiring minds wanna know! 😎
Taylor Swift Wedding Hypocrisy: The pro-open border, anti-wall crowd suddenly believes in walls when it affects them. They also had to show ID to get in. Apparently, security is essential for celebrity festivities, but not for our border or our elections. Rules for thee, but not for me.
Remember you can enjoy their music or movies but celebrities are entertainers. Dont take political advice from them they don’t relate to us. They have their own set of rules.
@taylorswift13
Mamdani got the whole American dream in eight years. Came here as a kid, got citizenship in 2018, now he runs the biggest city in the country.
And on America's 250th birthday he sat down at George Washington's desk and told us everything wrong with the place.
I'm not even angry. I'm disappointed.
Here's the picture he painted:
He mocked the people who supposedly think America "becomes less the more people it welcomes."
Said it belongs "only to those with the right accent or the right shade of skin."
Called our streets a place where "masked agents" are "terrorizing" people.
Said the country's wealth was built by "calloused, dirt-streaked hands" and then left to rot.
Looked out from Washington's desk and called the Americans who built this economy "small" and "weak."
Okay Mamdani. You hate it so much, why'd you come here?
Let's put that picture up against the actual country.
He's a Muslim kid born in Uganda and he's the mayor of New York. A guy back in his own birthplace said it plainly: over there he'd have had to claw his way in. Here we held the door open.
We've got the most diverse Congress in our history. It was never about skin color, no matter how many years the left spent forcing that story onto a country that kept proving them wrong.
A machine that grinds immigrants down? Nearly half the Fortune 500 was started by immigrants or their kids. 231 companies.
Apple, son of a Syrian.
Google, a kid who came over from the Soviet Union.
Amazon, son of a Cuban.
Put them together and they out-earn Japan, out-earn Germany. That's not a country grinding people into the dirt. That's a country handing them the keys.
It's been and always will be the land of opportunity.
And more people want in here than anywhere else alive. 53 million immigrants live here, the most of any nation on earth. We're 4% of the world's people and we hold 17% of the world's migrants.
Every year since 2007 you ask the whole planet where it'd go if it could go anywhere, the answer comes back the same. America. Number one. The line to get in wraps around the globe.
Here's the line he won't draw. I will.
Legal immigration built this country. The strivers. That's the front door working the way it's supposed to, and I'll defend it all day. You need to earn your spot, respect our laws and customs.
But that's not what we're running anymore.
Four years of Biden's open border blew the doors off. The foreign-born share of this country just hit 15.8%. An all-time high. Higher than Ellis Island, more than triple what it was in 1970.
The Census Bureau didn't expect that number until 2042 and we smashed past it. And on top of it, a record 14 million people here illegally, who cut in front of every single person who did it the right way.
The front door built America from Ellis Island to today. The fence is a different thing. Pretending they're the same is how you end up calling every American who wants a secure border a bigot.
And we've earned the right to standards. This is the most wanted country on the planet. We get to choose who walks in. You want in? Build something. Contribute. Earn it. Nobody's owed anything.
You come illegally, you commit crimes, you steal from taxpayers, you should get deported. That's not terrorizing the streets.
Mamdani walked through that front door in 2018. He of all people should be defending it. Instead he stood at Washington's desk and spent his speech blurring the line between the people who came the right way and the ones who broke in.
The man even admitted out loud that America is exceptional. Then spent the rest explaining why it isn't. On the one day the whole country stops to celebrate itself, he reached for the darkest story he could find.
That's not a man who's lost about America. That's a man who's angry at the country that gave him everything he has.
You don't like it here? Nobody made you come.
Nobody's stopping you from leaving. But you won't. They never do. Because there's nowhere else on earth that hands a person this much of a shot.
This country took him in and made him a mayor. He owes it. It doesn't owe him a thing.
We're not perfect. We're the best odds a human being has ever been handed. 250 years old, the richest and freest country alive, and the whole world is still clawing to get in while nobody's trying to leave.
They hold America to a standard they'd never hold anyone else to, then act shocked it falls short.
It's nonsense.
Respect the country. Especially when it's the reason you're standing at that desk at all.
@ElsaElsa I couldn’t tell. I am a Capricorn rising and with Saturn and Pluto dry humping my last nerve nothing has been easy. I had to buckle down and stop procrastinating. I am glad I learned “the lesson”. I was born with Saturn in Aries so its lighten up some.
The vote that would create the United States was deadlocked, and the man who could break the tie was eighty miles away, dying of cancer, on the wrong side of a thunderstorm.
His name was Caesar Rodney. On the first of July 1776, while Congress argued itself toward independence in Philadelphia, he was stuck back in Delaware. He was tamping down Loyalist trouble, in constant pain from the cancer eating at his face and fighting for breath due to his asthma.
Then the letter came. Delaware's two delegates in Congress were split. One for independence, one against. Without a tiebreaker, the colonies would not stand united. And a divided front was exactly what the Crown was counting on.
He did not hesitate. He climbed onto his horse near midnight and rode straight into the storm. Lightning split the sky. The roads turned to sludge. A journey that normally took two days but he made it in eighteen hours. He stopped only to change horses, soaked with every mile.
He reached Independence Hall on the morning of July 2 just as the vote was called, still in his boots and spurs. Caked in mud. Thomas McKean never forgot the sight of him standing in the doorway.
Rodney walked in and cast his vote for independence. It broke Delaware's tie, and with that, not a single colony stood against the break from Britain.
On this day, 250 years ago, a dying man rode all night through a storm so America could be born.
America 250 🇺🇸
Another year, another South Carolina budget deadline blown in Columbia while everyone else is screwed. South Carolina swamp creatures just let the fiscal year end without passing a budget, forcing the state onto a continuing resolution. That means no raises for teachers or state employees, no new funding for critical projects, and business as usual for the politicians who caused the mess.
All because the pigs in the House and Senate couldn’t stop fighting over who gets to shovel more pork into the budget.
The House loaded the bill with hundreds of millions in earmarks and district-specific giveaways, the usual grab bag of favored non-profits, local pet projects, and “community” spending that somehow always seems to benefit the right connected people.
The Senate, for once, pushed back on some of the worst of it, but the damage was already done.
Instead of hammering out a clean, timely budget, they spent weeks posturing and protecting their slush funds.
Bruce Bannister and the House Ways and Means crowd apparently decided their priority was padding the bill with pork rather than getting a deal done. Harvey Peeler and the Senate Finance crew weren’t much better, they let the clock run out while protecting their own priorities and dragging their feet.
Governor Henry McMaster sat back and let it happen too, offering zero real pressure to get it finished on time.
These are the same people who lecture everyone else about fiscal responsibility and “running government like a business.” Yet when it’s their turn to pass a basic budget by the legal deadline, they fail, again, because they’re too busy fighting over who gets to spend your tax dollars on their favorite projects.
South Carolinians deserve better than this amateur-hour circus. Stop the corruption. Pass the damn budget on time or resign.
LIBERAL JUSTICES HATE WOMEN: Every liberal FEMALE justice on the bench just voted for boys in girls' sports!
Sonia Sotomayor, Elena Kagan, Ketanji Brown Jackson. Three votes. Three justices who looked at biological males racing against your daughter and said keep it going!
Six justices read the Constitution and Title IX and saw the obvious. Three read the same documents and saw a reason to keep girls losing medals, scholarships, and roster spots to bigger, stronger, faster male bodies.
This is the same party that claims to be the guardian of women's rights. Funny how that guardianship evaporates the second a podium has a male competitor standing on it in a girls' uniform.
Justice Kavanaugh wrote the opinion for the 6 justice majority. Thomas and Gorsuch each added their own concurrences driving the point home. Sotomayor wrote the dissent. Jackson went even further, writing separately to argue for even less protection for female athletes than her own side's dissent offered.
Three justices. Zero female athletes they were willing to defend.
I've lived in SC all my life and this is a story drilled into almost every South Carolinians head from childhood.
What I DIDN'T know until a few years ago was about the simultaneous battle at Breach Inlet (north end of Sullivan's, across from Isle of Palms), where Patriot artillery and sharpshooters fended off a much larger British force - almost 3x the number of Patriots.
The British were attempting an amphibious assault from what is today the Isle of Palms (the British called it "Long Island"....gross). Had they crossed, Fort Sullivan's palmetto logs wouldn't have helped against 2,000 British attackers coming in from the landward side.
The Patriots fought bravely against overwhelming odds to be sure, but South Carolina's ecosystem was once again the real MVP - palmetto logs for the fort, and the tide / current at Breach Inlet impeding the British, making them easy pickings for the Patriots on the north end of Sullivan's Island. The British were expecting only about 18 inches of water, but were instead faced with 7-8 feet at the inlet.
It's a super cool sidebar to the main story everyone here knows, and I'm surprised it isn't generally part of the main narrative.
Dear Sophie Cunningham,
You absolute chaotic saint, thank you. While the rest of the WNBA was busy doing boring things like dribbling and scoring, you ascended Mount Petty and delivered the single greatest athletic achievement of the 21st century: the 22-second Point Heard ‘Round the World. DeWanna rolled up with big emotions; you just hit her with the slow, unblinking finger of doom like a disappointed Victorian ghost who’d had enough of everyone’s nonsense. No words. No touching. Just pure, concentrated shade channeled through one perfectly extended index finger.
I haven’t been this proud since the invention of sarcasm itself. And now, right on schedule, I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for the left to have a full meltdown. Any second now some blue-check PhD in Grievance Studies will publish the groundbreaking essay “The Racialized Finger: How Sophie Cunningham’s Point Perpetuates White Supremacy in Women’s Sports.” They’ll claim your gesture was a “microaggression with macro consequences,” demand sensitivity training for all index fingers, and probably launch a https://t.co/hORTWK0zHN petition to ban pointing unless it’s been pre-approved by a DEI consultant and performed only in the approved “non-threatening” direction. “This isn’t just a point,” they’ll sob on MSNBC, “this is violence. This is erasure. This finger is literally the new burning cross.” Bonus points if they somehow tie it to climate change or student loan debt.
You turned a basketball game into performance art so powerful it broke the internet, launched a thousand memes, and made grown adults point at each other in grocery stores like it’s the new national greeting. The arena laughed until they cried. Your teammates looked like they wanted to give you a standing ovation. And somewhere right now a group of very serious people are writing strongly worded letters about how your finger is problematic, triggering, and needs to be canceled immediately for the good of democracy. Never change, Sophie. Keep wielding that lethal weapon of silent judgment. Keep protecting your squad with the world’s most elegant non-contact foul. And when the inevitable congressional hearing on “Toxic Pointing” begins, just walk in, look every senator dead in the eye, and give them the treatment they so richly deserve. We’re all out here practicing in the mirror like idiots, rewatching the clip on loop, and loving every glorious second of the mayhem you unleashed. This point didn’t just go viral, it went legendary. With breathless, slightly unhinged admiration and oceans of affectionate sarcasm.
250 years ago today, on June 28, 1776, a half-finished fort made of palm tree logs and sand did something it had no business doing: it beat the most powerful navy on earth and saved the American South. We just hit the 250th anniversary of one of the most improbable victories of the entire Revolution.
The setup looked hopeless. A massive British fleet under Admiral Sir Peter Parker sailed into Charleston harbor to crush the rebellion in the south before it could grow. Guarding the city was an unfinished little fort on Sullivan's Island, defended by Colonel William Moultrie and a few hundred men. The walls weren't even done. One British officer reportedly figured they'd flatten it in an hour.
Then the palmetto logs did the impossible. The fort was built from soft, spongy palmetto wood packed with sand, and instead of shattering when the British cannonballs hit, the logs just absorbed them. Iron sank into the mush and stuck. The fleet hammered that fort for hours and could not break it, while the American gunners coolly fired back and tore the British warships apart. Several ships ran aground. Admiral Parker himself got hit so hard that the blast literally ripped the seat out of his pants.
And then the moment that became legend. When a cannon blast knocked the fort's flag down, Sergeant William Jasper climbed out over the wall, in the middle of the bombardment, grabbed the fallen colors, and raised them back up so everyone could see the fort still stood.
By nightfall the British fleet limped away. They wouldn't seriously come back to the south for nearly three more years. South Carolina loved that fort so much it put the palmetto tree on its state flag, where it still flies today.
A quarter of a millennium later, the lesson still lands. Sometimes the thing everyone writes off as too soft and too unfinished to matter is the exact thing that refuses to break.
On June 28, 1776, South Carolina Patriots defeated the British Royal Navy in the Battle of Sullivan's Island.
South Carolina held the line, outnumbered and unwilling to back down. South Carolinians do not fold under pressure. We never have.
Today, we recognize the brave men who fought not just for our state, but for our nation's independence.
Happy Carolina Day.
South Carolina STRONG.