Atomic Cat

Christian, Autoimmune Warrior

[I Meme Therefore I Am 🇺🇸 @ImMeme0]

Know the difference…

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

@FoxNews Mamdani has built nothing. He is a taker, never a maker.

[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

@CBSNews The emperor's clothes have disappeared.

[Joseph Fasano @Joseph_Fasano_]

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[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

@ElishaWiesel @POTUS has been modern history's staunchest supporter of Israel. In your CNN interview w Wolf Blitzer, you blamed @POTUS for the DSA uptick. May you gain your father's wisdom and cease the liberal nonsense.

[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

@bobbylepak How PERFECT and lovely she was! God bless your family.

[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

@JimmyRandazzo 1. Fire Boone.
2. Fire Cashman.
It's been almost a DECADE of bad management.

[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

@GarysheffieldJr 1. Fire Boone.
2. Fire Cashman.
How many years of bad decisions before Steinbrenner wakes up??

[Hon. Vickie Paladino @VickieforNYC]

Wait so the guy who's always screaming about taxes and oligarchs and 'hoarding wealth' lives in a $6m home with a four story elevator (that he's moving out of because he bought an even bigger one) and his pre-teen children own THREE golf courses and have a major stake in a $65 BILLION DOLLAR wealth management fund? And up to $73 million in irrevocable trusts that cannot be taxed?

All of which he inherited himself from his father who built an auto parts empire in Cleveland?

Once you understand that all of the socialists are actually just spoiled rich kids who hate everything, it all makes a lot more sense.

[Matt Devitt @MattDevittWX]

One of the most incredible storm damage pictures I’ve ever seen happened this morning in South Dakota. A 131 mph wind gust in the city of Highmore split the roof of the Catholic Church perfectly illuminating the crucifix. This is not AI, it’s been confirmed real by locals. Truly amazing. Credit: Joseph Mat @stormhour

[Kirk Herbstreit @KirkHerbstreit]

THANK YOU!!!!!
Where did the athletic ability go?
Clutch hitting in the 8th and 9th inning?
Starting pitching that goes 8 or 9 innings?
Base stealing-hell just good base running and SPEED?!?
Sac bunts-moving runners over late in a game?
Where’s Tony Gwynn? Rod Carew?
Wade Boggs? Ichiro?
Those guys wouldn’t exist in today’s ridiculous HR or K “launch angle” game!
The game has been dying with the youth of America for YEARS and now is losing the core fanbase as well with this ridiculous product we’ve had to digest for the last 7-10 years.
Bring back Small Ball and athleticism…this shit dreadful!!!

[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

@isda1979 The world was a better place for Harry being in it. Bless you, dear Jenn.

[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

Katz Deli on Houston Street, NYC. Never miss the opportunity!

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I went to Katz's Deli on Houston Street. The man at the door, an older guy in an apron, handed me a paper ticket with a grid of numbers on it. He said one thing I did not expect.

"Don't lose it."

I paused.

I did not know why this was being said with such gravity. But a samurai understands a vow when he hears one. So I answered in kind.

"I will not."

"Cool. If you lose it, it's fifty dollars."

I understood now. This was no receipt. This was a covenant. I had carried letters of state across mountain passes that asked less of me than this small ticket.

"I will guard it as if it were the seal of my house."

"...you can just keep it in your pocket, man."

"My pocket will become the seal of my house."

"...okay."

The line at the counter was twenty deep. Behind it, a cutter in a paper hat was hand-slicing pastrami by the pound. A glass jar on the counter beside him. Bills folded inside. A sign on the jar: "Tip the cutter."

A donation, on the way in, to the temple of the meat.

I folded a five into the jar.

The cutter, without looking up: "That's the way."

"...I have given offering. I expect to be tested."

"It's mostly so I give you a little extra meat."

"Then test me with the extra meat."

"That's literally what I was going to do."

He carved a thick slice off the pastrami in front of him. He lifted it across the counter on the flat of his blade and held it out to me.

I took it. I ate it standing. Warm, salt, smoke, pepper.

I gave my order.

Pastrami on rye. Mustard. Half-sour on the side.

"You been here before?"

"This is the first time I have stood on this street."

"You ordered like a regular."

"I have, in another life, been a regular at many counters I have never visited."

"...I'm just gonna make the sandwich."

He built it in front of me. Three quarters of a pound of pastrami, hand-cut, each slice falling at the same angle. A thin band of mustard the color of a winter sun. One green pickle on the plate.

He stamped my ticket.

"Eat it warm. Pastrami remembers being warm. Cold, it forgets."

I bowed.

I ate the sandwich at a long shared table. Both hands. No plate, no posture, no honor.

It was the best thing I have put in my mouth on this continent.

For thirty years I have read every menu in my country with caution.

They handed me a sandwich and a paper with one rule on it, and I have never felt so trusted.

On the wall behind the cutter, in red script, a sign read: "Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army."

A wartime promise, kept on a wall, since 1942.

I have no son.

But the offer stood.

At the door, on the way out, the guard held out his palm.

I placed the ticket in his hand. Every station stamped. Every number marked.

"Clean ticket."

"It is the only kind I carry."

"You want it back? People keep 'em as souvenirs."

I paused.

I had been prepared to surrender the artifact. I had not been prepared to be offered it back. A guard at a gate, returning the seal you arrived with, is a thing that happens only to ambassadors and to friends.

"...I would be honored."

"Cool."

He handed it back.

So tell me, America.

You hand a stranger a ticket and tell him not to lose it.

You keep a wartime promise on a wall for over eighty years.

You give the ticket back at the door, because a man might want to keep it.

What other vows are you handing out, and then quietly letting people keep?

And "Don't lose it." Was I keeping the ticket? Or, for one meal, was the ticket keeping me?

[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

@BriannaWu @AlixNewsPulse @DanFriedman81 Seek help instead of attention, sir.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

People ask me: why does a Japanese account post about British politics?

Because British people are asking me to.

They DM me. They say: we cannot say this here. You can.
They are right.

I have no British employer to fire me.
No British police to arrest me.
No British newspaper to label me for life.

I am just someone watching from outside.

And from outside,
the view is very clear.

[Brandon Gill @realBrandonGill]

Calling us racist doesn’t work anymore.

[Sheldrick Wildlife Trust @SheldrickTrust]

Tumaren is a calm and competent mother. She knows the trough is for drinking, the wallow is for swimming, and an exhausted week-old calf doesn't need either yet.

When her brand new baby boy, Tuck, got a bit too close to the water trough, she didn’t panic. She gently but firmly nudged him backwards – and when the young rebel ignored her, she called in reinforcements to send the message home!

Watching this, it’s easy to forget that Tumaren didn’t grow up alongside her own mother. She was orphaned as an infant, after her mother died under suspicious circumstances. Everything Tumaren knows has come through the Keepers who raised her, the fellow orphans who showed her the way, and the nurturing capabilities that are so intrinsic to elephants. We feel sure her mother would be proud.

Revisit Tumaren’s story: https://t.co/7d0gnLcoQz

[Atomic Cat @RealAtomicCat]

#IronWill is a much tidier cook than I am!

[Andrew Daub @TheResoluteLife]

We presume competence with Iron Will.

So he knows we believe in him and love him.

Without conditions or expectations.

Just because he is.

#IronWill #TeamIronWill #DownSyndromeAdvocacy

[Talkin' Yanks @TalkinYanks]

Find someone who looks at you the way Aaron Judge looks at Ben Rice