Iām honestly still only in season 12 but you bet your ass Iām not gonna miss the finale to one of my favorite shows of all time with two of my favorite characters of all time! Gonna miss you #Supernatural thank you for everything @jarpad@JensenAckles
šØ#BREAKING: Outrage is erupting in Jacksonville FL after a 77-YEAR-OLD man with a BROKEN ANKLE, walking with a CANE, was put in HANDCUFFS at his own warehouse...
...for leaving cat food out for 7 stray cats he's cared for for 16 YEARS since his ONLY SON passed away!!!
The charge? "Feeding raccoons."
Florida put a grieving 77-year-old father in HANDCUFFS over a bowl of cat food.
His name is Louis Abbruzze.
In 2010, Louis and his wife lost their only son, and not long after, a few stray cats started showing up around their warehouse.
They did everything right.
Trapped them.
Got them vaccinated.
Got them fixed.
Found homes for as many as they could.
But even with all of that work, seven cats stayed.
Every night for 16 YEARS, Louis has cracked the warehouse door so those cats can come in out of the weather, eat, and sleep.
"These cats are not just cats," Louis said. "They're my children."
"That's what kept my wife and I going. We found something that made us human again."
Then, about a year and a half ago, the property's HOA hired new management.
Suddenly the door had to stay shut.
Then, somebody called Florida Fish and Wildlife and said a tenant was feeding raccoons.
FWC officers came out and warned him and he was cited.
Louis says he did exactly what they told him: feed the cats, and pull the food if a raccoon shows up.
"I started doing exactly what the FWC said," he said.
AND IT GETS WORSE.
On September 15th, the officers came back.
Not with another citation. With HANDCUFFS.
"He says, 'Now turn around and put out your hands,'" Louis said.
"Cuffed me. Put my cuffs on right there. I can't walk. I've got a broken ankle. I'm walking with a cane."
They put a 77-year-old man with a cane in a car an hauled him off from his own property on a MISDEMEANOR.
He says he was treated "as a common criminal."
Meanwhile, in the same state, violent offenders walk out on no bond every single day.
But the old man with the cats? Cuffs.
LET THE MAN FEED HIS FREAKING CATS!!!!!!!
Josh Gad speaks up about 7 men gang raping a woman at the Cornell University:
āWhen we start setting a precedent that our girls and women can be brutally raped, and the resulting disciplinary action is to hand out (checks notes) ESSAYS (like it's Bart Simpson being a lil' rascal), about why it was wrong to brutally violate an innocent girl, we have lost our fucking minds.
[...]
This isn't an Oopsie Daisy. It's the destruction of a life. And we are sending a profoundly disturbing message with our inability to hold anyone accountable that this is OK. Fuck that. Enough.ā
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The Dog Who Wouldn't Stop Searching
On September 11, 2001, Apollo disappeared into a hole in the rubble at Ground Zero.
Then a fireball erupted.
Seconds later, the German Shepherd came running back toward his handler, NYPD Officer Peter Davis.
Apollo was on fire.
Davis brushed the burning embers from his thick coat.
And Apollo went right back to searching.
Apollo was nine years oldāan age when many police dogs had already retired. But that morning, he and Davis became the first canine search-and-rescue team to arrive at Ground Zero.
The conditions were brutal.
To reach the rubble, Davis later recalled wading through water that came nearly to his waist. Apollo searched across jagged concrete and dangerously hot debris. His coat was singed. His paws became cracked and bruised.
Still, he searched.
Apollo had been trained to find the living. But as the hours passed, the terrible reality of the site became clearer. Eventually, Davis had to physically pull Apollo away from the debris when the dog refused to stop looking.
And Apollo wasn't alone.
Search-and-rescue dogs and their handlers worked through wreckage, dust and toxic fumes in the aftermath of the attacks. Apollo became a symbol of all of them.
On March 5, 2002, he was awarded the PDSA Dickin Medal for courage and devotion to duty. Apollo had been selected by ballot to receive the honor on behalf of every search-and-rescue dog that had worked at the World Trade Center and Pentagon.
Apollo lived to be 14.
Twenty-five years later, we remember the people who ran toward danger that morning.
Apollo reminds us that not all of them ran on two legs.
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I reread this every year.
I cry like a baby every year.
Todd Beamer died a father, husband, and hero.
Todd: Hello⦠Operator⦠listen to me. I canāt speak very loud. This is an emergency. Iām a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked.
Lisa: I understand. Can they see you?
Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives ā razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake.
Lisa: Your name?Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.Todd: They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor.
Lisa: Are you okay?
Todd: Weāre going down⦠wait. No. Weāre leveling off. We changed directions. Weāre flying east again.
Todd: A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true?
Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. Itās very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. Iām afraid your plane may be part of their plan.
Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me youāll call.
Lisa: I promise.
Todd: Our home number is⦠You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. Weāve been married ten years. Sheās pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. Iāll always love her. We have two boys ā David, heās 3, and Andrew, heās 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still donāt know if itās a girl or a boy.
Lisa: Iāll tell them. I promise, Todd.(Lisa patches in the FBI.)
Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol.
Todd: I understand. Iāll be back.
Todd: Everyone knows this isnāt a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot.
Lisa: What are you going to do?
Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. Weāll take them out.
Todd: Would you pray with me?They pray the Lordās Prayer. Then: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Todd: God help me. Jesus help me.Are you guys ready? Letās Roll.
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On September 11, 2001, dogs served in different ways across the World Trade Center disaster ā searching rubble, detecting danger, and guiding people through smoke-filled stairwells to safety.
Apollo, an NYPD German Shepherd, searched the ruins of Ground Zero alongside rescue crews.
Bretagne, a young Golden Retriever with Texas Task Force 1, worked through dust, twisted steel, and devastation. Years later, she became widely remembered as the last known surviving 9/11 search-and-rescue dog.
Jake, a black Labrador who had once been abandoned and badly injured, grew up to become a certified search-and-rescue dog. After 9/11, he spent days working through the wreckage at Ground Zero.
Sirius, a Port Authority Police yellow Labrador trained to detect explosives, was inside the World Trade Center that morning. His handler, Officer David Lim, secured him before rushing to help others evacuate.
Lim survived.
Sirius did not.
He became known as the only police dog killed in the 9/11 attacks.
And then there were Roselle and Salty.
They werenāt searching the rubble.
They were guide dogs.
Roselle helped her blind handler, Michael Hingson, escape from the 78th floor of the North Tower.
Salty helped his blind handler, Omar Rivera, descend from the 71st floor.
Through darkness, noise, fear, crowded stairwells, and chaos, they kept moving.
Six dogs.
Six very different stories.
Search dogs. Police dogs. Guide dogs.
None of them knew the meaning of terrorism.
None understood why that morning had changed America forever.
They simply did what they had been trained to do ā and stayed beside the people who depended on them.
More than two decades later, their names still deserve to be remembered.
Apollo. Bretagne. Jake. Sirius. Roselle. Salty.
They searched.
They guided.
They served.
Never forget September 11, 2001. šŗšøš¾
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UPDATEāVideo of the so-called "dangerous" puppy dog New Mexico police shot during traffic stop.
She is recovering from life saving surgeryāafter bullet ripped through her lungs.
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Paul Ward describes how a New Mexico state trooper pulled him over without cause.
Illegally searched him and shot his dog Sarahāeven though she was not threatening the officers in any way.
GoFundMe seeks $2,600 to help cover veterinary treatment and legal fees to hire an attorney.
Link to full story:
https://t.co/Gh1hhZQEdd
Watch as series producer, Eiji Aonuma, gives a gameplay demonstration of The Legend of #Zelda: Ocarina of Time, coming to Nintendo Switch 2 on Nov 5! #NintendoDirect
Watch here: https://t.co/XfACtHDJKP
Never forget 9/11 flight attendant Betty Ong.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, Betty made one of the first calls warning officials that American Airlines Flight 11 had been hijacked.
She had picked up an extra flight that morning and ended up aboard Flight 11.
As the attack unfolded, Betty stayed on the phone with American Airlines for roughly 23 minutes, calmly reporting that crew members had been stabbed, the cockpit couldnāt be reached, and the plane was being hijacked.
She even relayed the hijackersā seat locations, giving officials some of the earliest critical information about the attack.
Think about that. She picked up an extra flight that day, and in the final moments of her life, she was still trying to help others and warn the people on the ground.
Betty Ong was one of the first heroes of 9/11.
25 years later, her courage still deserves to be remembered.
Never forget Betty Ong. Never forget 9/11.
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On the morning of September 11, 2001, Roselle, a calm, goldenāfurred guide dog, rode the elevator up to the 78th floor of the North Tower with her owner, Michael Hingson. To everyone else, it was just another Tuesday. To Roselle, it was a job: stay close, stay steady, keep her human safe.
When the first plane hit, the entire building lurched like a ship struck by a wave. Lights flickered. Ceilings cracked. Papers rained down like snow. People screamed. But Roselle didnāt. She simply pressed her body against Michaelās leg, a silent message: Iām here. Follow me.
Smoke began to fill the hallway. The air tasted like burning metal. Sirens wailed from every direction. Yet Roselle walked forward with the same steady pace she used every day, guiding Michael to the stairwell.
Behind them, dozens of terrified people followed her tail like a beacon. Step by step, floor by floor, she led them downward through the choking darkness. The stairwell shook. The heat intensified. But Roselle never sped up, never panicked, never once broke her rhythm. She knew that if she stayed calm, her human would too.
Somewhere around the 30th floor, a woman froze, sobbing, unable to move. Roselle stopped. She nudged the woman gently, leaning her warm body against her leg until her breathing slowed. Only when the woman whispered, āOkay⦠okay,ā did Roselle continue the descent.
It took nearly an hour to reach the lobby. Firefighters shouted for everyone to run. The tower groaned above them. Roselle guided Michael through the chaos, out into the blinding sunlight, and down the street, refusing to stop until she sensed they were finally safe.
Minutes later, the North Tower collapsed.
Roselle didnāt know she had just saved her ownerās life. She didnāt know she had led more than a dozen people to safety. She didnāt know she had become a symbol of courage around the world.
She only knew one thing: her human was alive, and she had done her job.
Most people know Roselle guided her blind owner down 78 floors of the North Tower, but very few know what happened after they escaped. As the tower collapsed behind them, a massive cloud of ash and debris roared through the streets like a tidal wave. Michael couldnāt see it coming, but Roselle could. Instead of panicking, she leaned her entire body into him and pulled forward with absolute determination, guiding him through a darkness so thick he couldnāt breathe or hear. Even as the ground shook and people screamed around them, Roselle never once broke her pace. Her training didnāt tell her what to do, her loyalty did.
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2,977 people were lost on September 11th 2001. The youngest was Christine Lee Hanson, age two and a half, from Massachusetts. Christine was a happy little girl who liked to help her mom Sue and dad Peter in the garden. She liked to talk to the flowers and the vegetables and the trees. When her paternal grandmother Eunice Hanson broke her foot, and was in a cast, little Christine led her grandmother over to a chair. āI help you Nama!,ā She exclaimed. Christine ran upstairs and came back with a bandaid that she unwrapped and stuck on her grandmotherās cast. Christine was aboard United Flight 175 with her mother Sue and father Peter when it struck the south tower of the World Trade Center. As we approach the 25th year commemoration of 9/11, let us remember Christine with great honor and great love.