Matt Olson is the 5th player in @Braves franchise history with multiple 40-HR seasons, joining:
- Henry Aaron (8x)
- Eddie Mathews (4x)
- Andruw Jones (2x)
- Ronald Acuña Jr. (2x)
🚨#BREAKING: Outrage is erupting after a mob of Black "teens" dragged a White female college student off her own porch BY HER HAIR, dragged her to a stop sign, and then beat her UNCONSCIOUS... TWICE...
...while a crowd stood around FILMING it!!!
The girls called 911 **FIVE TIMES** that night, but police didn't show up until AFTER the beating was over.
This happened near York College in Pennsylvania.
A group of students, young White women, were on the porch of their off-campus house when a stranger walked up and picked a fight and a mob of Black "teens" rushed them.
One of the girls was ripped off the porch by her hair, dragged to a stop sign, then roughly a dozen people jumped her at once, kicking and punching her from every angle while a crowd of up to 30 encircled her.
She blacked out TWICE... once from a kick to the ribs and again from a blow to the back of the head.
And the whole time, she says, people were recording it on their phones and laughing... filming her get beaten unconscious for entertainment.
Her friends were dragged down the steps by their hair too. One was already in a knee brace, recovering from an injury.
The girls say they called 911 FIVE separate times.
The first calls went out BEFORE the violence even started, when a crowd was gathering and cars were street racing so recklessly that one of them smashed into a parked car next to the firehouse.
Five calls. They were told each time that officers were coming. Officers didn't arrive until it was over.
Students say this isn't new and that large crowds gather there constantly, and that another student was attacked just two weeks earlier by what they believe is the same group of non-students.
"The cops haven't done anything to protect us, and campus safety hasn't done anything. It feels like they're scared to get involved with 'these' people, but then it puts us at risk when they're doing nothing."
WE DO NOT HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!!!!!!
When the Detroit Lions drafted Ryan Broyles in the second round in 2012, he signed a contract worth more than $3.6 million, with over $1.4 million guaranteed and a signing bonus north of a million on top of it. He'd left Oklahoma as the all-time leading receiver in the history of major college football.
For a lot of young players, that's the moment the spending starts. The cars, the jewelry, the house that's twice as big as anyone needs.
Broyles did the opposite. He decided to live like he was broke.
He'd read the statistics that haunt every locker room, the ones about NFL players who earn millions and end up bankrupt within a few years of their last game. He didn't want to be a cautionary tale. So he sat down with a financial adviser and got a piece of advice that reshaped how he saw his money: figure out what you actually need, set a budget, live inside it, and invest the rest.
He and his wife Mary Beth spent a few months tracking exactly what a comfortable life cost them. The number they landed on was about $60,000 a year. Everything above that, the overwhelming majority of his NFL income, went straight into savings and investments.
"When I come to work, I don't think about the money," Broyles said during his career. "My wife has no worries. My child has no worries. I got the mindset of a businessman off the field."
A college mentor had once talked to him about where to put money if he ever made it big, and one idea stuck: real estate. So that's where he went. His first rental property came in 2012, in Tulsa. Then another. Then another. He'd find them, buy them, and manage them, sometimes closing deals over the phone. He described it almost like an addiction, the constant urge to do one more.
His NFL career, meanwhile, never got off the ground. Injuries wrecked all three of his seasons in Detroit, and the Lions released him during the 2015 preseason. He spent a year training and waiting for a call that never came, then walked away rather than hang on just to hang on.
Here's the difference. When football ended for Ryan Broyles, it wasn't a crisis. It was a transition he'd been preparing for the entire time.
Today he runs a company managing around 40 rental properties. He invested in a restaurant overlooking the University of Oklahoma campus where he became a legend, and he doesn't just cut checks, he shows up in work clothes and demos tile and installs toilets alongside his crews. One of his business partners called him "a Renaissance man."
Most players spend their careers praying the money lasts. Ryan Broyles guaranteed it, by spending years pretending he barely had any.
This post and the replies are going viral, so someone has to say the obvious.
I don’t know the man who posted it and I’m not going to pretend I can read his intent. I can read the claim. A packed stadium in burnt orange is being sold as proof of assimilation into American culture. It isn’t. It’s proof that people will wear the jersey and cheer the team.
This is not about racism, bigotry, or xenophobia. It isn’t about the usual buzzwords. Watching Republicans lose their minds and adopt the same cancel language as the left is not shocking. It’s expected.
People are tired of America Last at every turn. Tired of watching tax dollars, jobs, and university slots go to foreigners while being lectured on what America must become to accommodate them. Tired of no representation in their own government and a constant attack on anything that looks like heritage.
England for the English. China for the Chinese. India for the Indians. America for Americans.
Almost every politician in this country will defend anyone except a straight White male Christian. We know why. They already sold the country. The future they prefer is already written.
This is not the only group under fire. A conservative or Christian Black man gets the same treatment. A woman who will not submit to abortion and feminism gets the same treatment. A Chinese or Russian immigrant who speaks against communism or censorship gets the same treatment. Straight White Christian men are simply the largest of these groups, the most likely to organize, and therefore the primary target. Strong Christian men are still the main obstacle to total control. The Bolsheviks knew that. The communists knew that.
To the feminists who think Islam is peace, the Third World is safe, and the White patriarchy is the great evil: be careful what you wish for. To those who hate merit and want everything sorted by race, sex, or some other fashionable metric: be careful what you wish for.
And finally, beer and football are not American culture. Cowboy hats are not American culture. That may be the Hollywood version sold to the world. American history is the Puritans and Christianity. It is a people who fought wars for liberty and personal responsibility. It is the nation that abolished slavery. It was meant to be a light.
Once it's gone, and make no mistake, it's nearly gone, there is no other bulwark.
In my understanding of history, there is not voting your way out of this. You can vote your way into tyranny. You'll have to wage war to get out.
God bless.
The West is fatigued
Fatigued of watching a man park an 80,000-pound rig across the scales and the fuel lane so he can unroll a rug and pray while working Americans wait.
Fatigued of being told this is “diversity” when it is really a daily reminder that we are expected to yield.
How much longer do we pretend this is harmless?
How much longer do we flood our nation with people who will not assimilate and then act shocked when our culture, our manners, and our public space no longer belong to us?
The West is tired of carrying a civilization that refuses to carry itself.
I need to make a very PUBLIC announcement on behalf of younger GenXers and older Millennials.
If you see someone in their 40s or 50s who seems a little boring now, I need you to understand something...
We already got it in.
Like...GOT. IT. IN.
We are not sitting home on a Friday night because we never knew how to have fun.
We are sitting home on a Friday night because we have seen enough.
We went to parties in houses that should have been condemned and were almost certainly owned by the local drug dealer.
We saw police lights and RAN and not across a nice, flat field.
INTO THE WOODS.
Do you understand the athleticism required to hurdle uprooted tree roots in platform shoes while simultaneously trying to keep your low-rise jeans from sliding completely off your ass?
And somehow...we never spilled the Zima. We never spilled the Boone’s Farm.
That was TALENT.
We slept on floors in strange houses because the designated driver either never showed up or, in a shocking turn of events, was drunker than everybody else.
There was no Uber, Life360 or Find My Friends.
There was just somebody named Mike saying, “I know a shortcut.”
And we FOLLOWED MIKE.
We closed down bars and then decided the night was still young, so we drove to Atlantic City, where we somehow managed to get drunk, sober up, get drunk again, sober up again and then get drunk a THIRD TIME before breakfast.
And according to our parents? We were at Michelle’s house.
Eating pizza and watching movies.
Michelle’s mother unknowingly covered for approximately 17 people every weekend. If there even was a Michelle.
We drank things called Purple Passion, Mad Dog 20/20 and whatever somebody mixed inside a giant plastic garbage can. Nobody asked what was in it. You grabbed a red Solo cup and trusted the process.
We went to clubs until the lights came on. Do you know the psychological damage of seeing a nightclub with the LIGHTS ON? Nothing good happens after those lights come on.
We danced for four straight hours in shoes that permanently altered the structure of our feet.
We made entire plans without cell phones...no texts, dropped pins or group chats...just an extremely questionable sense of direction.
We rode in cars with 11 people when the vehicle legally seated five. Someone was always sitting on someone. Someone was always in the hatchback.
And there was always one friend yelling, “DUCK!” when we passed a cop.
So yes...now we like being home.
We like sweatpants.
We like cancelling plans.
We like saying, “That sounds fun!” with absolutely no intention of attending.
We like restaurants at 5:30 because we can get a good table.
We like being home by 8:17.
And if someone texts at 9:30 PM and says, “What are you doing?”
Sleeping...we are sleeping.
Because this is not boring my friends...this is retirement.
We already played, partied and danced on the bar.
We already ran from the cops through a wooded area dressed like a Spice Girl.
We have stories that cannot be posted because there are still people with careers, marriages and reputations to protect. And thank GOD there were no camera phones.
So kids, when you look at your Gen X and older Millennial parents sitting peacefully on the couch watching Dateline at 8 PM and think:
“God, you guys are boring.”
Sweetheart...oh sweetheart.
You are looking at retired legends.
Put some respect on our names. We're probably the reason Life360 was invented.
xoxoxo (posted from someone else on FakeBook) 🤣 #genx #oldandtired
I was honored to be able to join the families of the fallen on the 25th anniversary of 9/11. To everyone who read names and recounted stories of their loved ones: thank you for your courage and for telling us a little about the person you lost.
It was an amazing tribute to the 3,000 people murdered that day. May God rest their souls and give comfort to those they left behind.
All of us have our own rituals to remember that day. I always read this story, and I share it in the hopes you find it as meaningful as I do.
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