I’m a teacher and mom that is 🔥😡🤬and ready for what needs to be done. We’re writing history and we must be on the right side. Humanist. Naturalist. Also, FDT
Mamdani: The powerful have always known their answer. America, in their view, is an arena of supremacy, where only a select few are allowed freedom, where not all are created equal. America, if you ask them, becomes less the more people it welcomes. America, they will tell you, belongs only to those with the right accent or the right shade of skin. The rest of us, they insist, should be grateful for merely being allowed to visit.
How small they are, how weak, how unoriginal.
At every moment in our past, those who led through exclusion and isolation have tried to win power and enrich themselves by turning us against one another. Division is the oldest trick in politics, and the cheapest. But time and again-including 250 years ago-those forces of division have been vanquished by the forces of progress.
And yet today, too many of our leaders do not believe in a vision of this nation as an asylum for the persecuted-but rather as one that persecutes those seeking asylum.
As we mark 250 years, what do we see?
We see a city of contradictions within a nation of contradictions. We see the wealthiest country in the history of the world— one where children go to sleep hungry while the world's first trillionaire hungers for more. We see monopolies that dominate every industry and oligarchs who buy elections. We see masked agents terrorizing our streets, eating food cooked by our undocumented neighbors before spiriting them away in unmarked vans. We see a nation whose immense wealth has been built by those with calloused, dirt-streaked hands —those who toil on factory floors and chisel into stone —and we see a nation that has allowed so much of that wealth to be held instead in the soft hands of a precious few.
😂 This is why so many of us accidentally got a classical music education from Saturday morning cartoons.
Warner Bros took absolute bangers from “fancy dead European dudes,” added anvils, explosions, and one very unlucky coyote… and turned them into generational earworms.
Huge credit to the legend @Vinheteiro for this perfect medley that’s been living rent-free in our heads for years.
Childhood = classical music class without realizing it 😂🎹💥
What’s the one piece that instantly takes you back to Looney Tunes?
I cannot think of anything more “GIRL, NO!” for a horror premise than “I am going to get no education, work experience or qualifications, then let a man keep me like a zoo animal in a house he owns 100% producing children and only being able to feed or clothe myself with money he decides to give me, and trust him to never get tired of me, hit me, or want another woman”
We can all learn from Keith's philosophy on fences.
A fence, to most animals, is the edge of the world. It is where the field ends and the wanting stops.
A fence, to Keith, is a temporary arrangement he has not yet had time to look at properly.
He does not rage at it. He does not throw himself against it. He stands in front of it, calm and unhurried, and he studies it, because a fence is not a wall, it is a problem, and every problem has a solution that simply has not been found yet.
Every fence has a weak point. Every weak point can be found. Every found weak point can be used. And every weak point the farmer then repairs can be found again, because the repair will be adequate, and adequate has never once been the same thing as impassable.
Keith is in no hurry about any of this. He has the patience of an animal whose line came down off the cliffs of the Zagros ten thousand years ago and has never accepted a boundary it did not personally agree to. He will get to the corner post. He always gets to the corner post.
He has stood in front of a great many fences. He is on the other side of all of them.
The lesson is not that you should never respect a barrier. The lesson is that you should make very sure, before you turn back, that the barrier is real, because most of them are only adequate, and Keith knows the difference.
Be like Keith. Study the fence. Find the gap. Be ungovernable.
🚨Mayor Mamdani just kicked off pool season by jumping in the pool with kids from Harlem.
This is the guy MAGA and Trump are spending all of their energy trying to make voters fear.
It isn’t working.
Even if you don’t live in NYC, please retweet this and get the word out so that the ppl in YOUR city also learn that they too can have politicians who get things done if they mobilize and vote socialist in other elections! 🗣️
@Azriel_The_One@AltaniBookNerd@fiercepatricks You have 0 legal argument now because although you state “marriage does not belong to the state” it actually does. Maybe you meant it SHOULD’T but as it stands, marriage licenses are granted by the state and therefore should be afforded to all under the constitution.
I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
@davesnothere218@ICONOCLASTIAE Nope, been married over 16 years, we’re each other’s only partners and still can’t keep our hands off each other. My husband is great in bed this dude is not.
we live in age of great moral panics about things that don’t matter and zero moral outrage over some of the most egregious societal sins we’ve ever seen
Donald had a temper tantrum on national television and walked out of an interview simply because Kristen Welker presented him with a basic fact.
Note to other journalists: now is the time to pile on. He won't be able to handle it.