Vivers 💗🍷

“The first principle of freedom is the right to go to hell in your own handbasket.” Robert Heinlein

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

They probably left because of the strict HOA🤷‍♀️😂

[Anttsinc @anttsinc]

This house is in Mansfield, TX — right in the area where they’re building the new Costco and super close to the lake at the end of town.

Strict HOA neighborhood, but the yard is completely overgrown. Landscaper business cards still stacked on the door.

Clear signs this one is vacant.
This is the 2nd or 3rd I’ve seen in this exact area (forgot to film the last two).
It’s not just happening in lower income spots — this is hitting medium & higher-medium income neighborhoods too.

These homes were going for $800k not long ago.
Foreclosures spreading across DFW. Stay aware out there.
#MansfieldTX #Foreclosures #DFWRealEstate”

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

I love @japan_nobunaga’s posts!

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.

He never left it once.

Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.

I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.

"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."

I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.

"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.

He glanced at me. Something passed between us.

"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."

"They never do," I said.

And this is where it turned.

For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.

A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.

Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.

Then he handed me the fork.

"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."

I have been trusted with castles.

I have never been more honored.

He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.

He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.

I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.

Neither of us will ever correct the other.

So tell me, America.

Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?

Have you ever once asked him why?

I think he is still standing there.

Guarding the fire.

Waiting for one person to understand.

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

And fuck that, and fuck that and fuck that one too! Dachshunds, small dogs with big dog attitude 😂

[Barstool Sports @barstoolsports]

Become ungovernable

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

I love this story!

[SharrellAnne @SharrellAnne2]

Last night, I made a simple request on X. I asked if anybody visiting Arlington National Cemetery for Memorial Day would stop by Alan’s grave and leave a photo for our family.

What happened next honestly caught me off guard.

By this afternoon, dozens of Americans from all walks of life had made the walk to Section 60 to visit SSG Alan W. Shaw. Veterans. Families. Complete strangers. People who had never met Alan, but chose to honor him anyway.

For one day on social media, people put aside the constant noise and negativity and came together for something bigger than themselves. My notifications filled with photos, kind messages, prayers, and stories from people honoring not just Alan, but so many of our fallen heroes.

I don’t think people fully understand what moments like this mean to Gold Star families. The fear is never just losing them. It’s losing them slowly over time as the world moves on and fewer people remember their name.

But today showed me that Alan will never be forgotten.

After years of watching social media reward some of the worst parts of humanity, today gave me a reminder that the good is still out there too.

Thank you to every single person who stopped by to visit Alan today, said his name, shared his story, or took a moment to honor the fallen.

This right here is the America Alan knew and loved enough to fight and die for.

And today, y’all showed us all that it’s still here and it’s still worth fighting for. 🇺🇸

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

You either get it or you don’t!😂

[Nev @LFCNev]

The kind you buy ..
In a second hand store

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

I love this badass American series!

[Barnaby Breaks History 🇺🇸 @CorpBarnaby]

🇺🇸 Most Badass Americans You Don’t Know: Samuel Whittemore

Samuel Whittemore is an American badass and my inspiration for this series.

It is only fitting I tell his story as well.

He was a 78-year-old farmer who became the oldest known combatant in all of U.S. military history.

Born in 1696 in Charlestown, Massachusetts.

He served as a private in Colonel Jeremiah Moulton’s Third Massachusetts Regiment during King George’s War.

In 1745 he helped capture the heavily fortified French stronghold of Louisbourg in Nova Scotia.

Later he rose to Captain in the elite British King’s Dragoons.

He captured an ornate French officer’s sword and a pair of dueling pistols as trophies.

Some accounts say he fought again in the French and Indian War at age 64, once more at Louisbourg in 1758 and joined a military expedition against Chief Pontiac in 1763 at nearly 70 years old.

Then he settled down as a farmer in Menotomy which is now Arlington, Massachusetts.

He raised eight children, and served as town assessor and selectman.

But when the British marched back from Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775, everything changed.

Whittemore was working in his fields when he spotted Earl Percy’s relief column of Redcoats heading toward Boston.

The 78-year-old grabbed his musket, two horse pistols, and his saber.

He crouched behind a stone wall near his home and waited.

As a flank guard from the 47th Regiment of Foot approached, he fired his musket and dropped one grenadier.

He drew his pistols, killed a second soldier, and mortally wounded a third.

Then he drew his saber and charged.

The British swarmed him.

They shot him in the face, tearing away part of his cheek.

They bayoneted him at least six times with some accounts say as many as thirteen.

They clubbed him in the head with the butts of their muskets and left him for dead in a pool of blood.

His family found him and thought he was gone.

But Dr. Tufts of Medford patched him up anyway.

Samuel Whittemore refused to die.

He recovered, went back to his farm in Menotomy, and lived quietly for the rest of the war.

By the time he passed away peacefully in 1793 at the age of 96 or 98, he had 185 descendants down to the fifth generation.

In 2005 the Commonwealth of Massachusetts officially named him the state hero.

Samuel Whittemore is an American Legend 🇺🇸

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

If you love history, heck out @CorpBarnaby ! I got lost in his posts!

[Barnaby Breaks History 🇺🇸 @CorpBarnaby]

I want to thank everyone for reading all of these. It really means a lot.

It was really tough to balance ‘not well known’ vs ‘badass’ for these first 10. There are so many to choose from.

For the final two remaining, they are both incredible stories of soldiers from two different times. I am excited for you all to enjoy them. I hope some here will have met my #1 and share their stories.

I don’t see how I can stop at these 10. I have so many names already. The show must go on.

Follow along and enjoy if you haven’t already! 🇺🇸

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

Love♥️

[Novelicious @noveliciouss]

"Art washes our souls of the dust of everyday life".
~Pablo Picasso
#writing
Art by Leonardo Di Aetherhart

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

@Bannef_ @CartoonsHateHer My moms advice, dress for the job you want. It worked for me!

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

This guy…. The facial expressions, squinting, Slow responses and surprised ( to himself) correct answers feels so contrived.

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

I’m an effing ray of sunshine !

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

One is the loneliest number…

[Novelicious @noveliciouss]

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, Freedom or loneliness?
Charles Bukowski
#writing
Aetherhart

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

3 months since my husband of 45 years passed away and all I have to say is, “life sucks and we move on” oh, yeah, and grief sucks!

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

@BarkJack_ He’ll no!

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

This guy always cracks me up!

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

@Chris__X__ When I was young & learning how to drive manual, my husband made me do this over and over in an old 3 on the tree pick up truck. He pushed,I jumped in. He also made me start & stop on an incline, all proved worthwhile lessons! Of course at the time I believe I was cussing at him

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

@IntrovertProbss Yes, as a recent widow I want to spend time with friends, 1:1, but a certain friend keeps inviting a LOT more people. So aggravating.

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

Widowhood?!

[` @ymmayerr]

What’s the phase of life called, when you don’t want to leave the house? And you don’t want anyone coming over to the house.

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

So true, except Mine would be at an awkward angle

[Neo @NeoWokio]

me trying to find the HDMI port on my TV

[Vivers 💗🍷 @Vivers51]

Gorgeous photos!!!

[peaklass @peaklass1]

Goodbye March! At times you were bitingly cold and relentlessly dark … but I kept watching and there were plenty of moments of beauty to catch. Thanks for everything. x