bilbobill💯💙🪷🇺🇦

Science is Real. Black Lives Matter. No Human is Illegal. Love is Love is Love. Kindness is Everything. Women's Rights are Human Rights.

[bilbobill💯💙🪷🇺🇦 @bilbobill]

I am transgender.
I am antifa.
I am woke.
I am queer.

I will not be silent.
I will not go away.
I will not be erased.

I have been a troublemaker before; I can be one again. Silence = death. ❤️

[bilbobill💯💙🪷🇺🇦 @bilbobill]

@IngrahamAngle For God's sake, don't vandalize the Reflecting Pool! Trump's doing fine all on his own. 🧐

[😱 Scary Larry 😱 🇺🇦✊🏻🇺🇸🗽 @aintscarylarry]

NATIONAL GUARD - SPECIAL ALGAE PROTECTION UNIT

[Brown Eyed Susan @smc429]

Flying off shelves

[Jonah Goldberg @JonahDispatch]

Cc @MichaelRStrain

[The New Yorker @NewYorker]

“My father’s tears had used up mine,” John Updike writes in “My Father’s Tears,” one of his final works of fiction in The New Yorker. Published in 2006, the story, which encapsulates much of a lifetime, is infused with details drawn from the real life of Updike’s dad. Read it here: https://t.co/oFEATiK4CP

[Asher Perlman @asherperlman]

Happy Father’s Day

[Hunter Biden @HunterBiden]

The Lessons I Learned from My Dad

I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.

Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.

I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.

I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.

I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.

Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.

That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.

[Arlo Guthrie @folkslinger]

Last One Standing June 2026

[Joyce Carol Oates @JoyceCarolOates]

What? A miracle! Thank you, Owl God!

[God @TheTweetOfGod]

So inspiring. It puts Me in mind of one of her most moving hymns:
"Only rap bitch pussy taste like fruit,
Back to the thuggin', now we sippin sizzurp
Pour it down my ass let 'em drink it till he bizzurp".

[Joyce Carol Oates @JoyceCarolOates]

They have no names

[Paul Rudnick @PaulRudnickNY]

Lauren Sanchez Bezos is carrying a Dior bag which contains:
- A kidney she stole from a homeless person
- Her husband Jeff's sense of ethics, with enough room left over for a compact and three lipsticks
- A wad of $1000 bills which helps her feel safe
- Another even tinier bag

[Covie @covie_93]

Now this is a reflecting lake.

[Hunter Biden @HunterBiden]

Dear Joe,
I wish I could sit down with you face to face and explain why so many of us were offended by the UFC fight on the South Lawn of the White House.
For me, it had nothing to do with the UFC or who showed up for the fights. The brand you and Dana have built is a bona fide American success story. More power to you. As for the fighters, in my book, anyone brave enough to put it all on the line in the arena is remarkable to witness. Their dedication and discipline inspire me. I don’t understand anyone who can’t admire that.
And as for the people who attended, I, for one, love Shane Gillis. I think he’s hilarious and brilliant. It was a show. A once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. I can’t blame anyone for wanting to witness it firsthand.
My problem is that I believe some of our public spaces are sacred. And unlike many of the great powers that came before us, these American monuments belong to all of us. Not to whoever happens to hold power at the moment.
The White House does not belong to Donald Trump. It does not belong to any President. It belongs to the people. To treat it as Caesar treated the Colosseum is antithetical to everything our founding fathers fought for.
This is not Rome. Presidents are not emperors doling out bread and circuses for the peasants. The White House is the People’s House. This “celebration” could have happened in any stadium within a stone’s throw of the South Lawn. No one would have had an issue with it.
But that was obviously Donald Trump’s whole point. By holding the event on the South Lawn, what he was saying to the rest of us is:
“This is my house. I own it. I will do with it what I please. I’ll build a colosseum and have the gladiators fight under my gaze. I’ll tear down the East Wing. I’ll pave over the Rose Garden. I’ll cover everything in gold and marble. I’ll erase the names of all the men who came before me.”
The fights were an exhibition of imperial domination, not a celebration of our 250th anniversary as a democracy.
The White House is not Buckingham Palace. It is not the Palace of Versailles. It is not the Forbidden City of Beijing. It does not belong to an emperor, or a king, or a commissar.
The White House belongs to us. All of us. The person who sits behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office is nothing more than an honored guest. A temporary caretaker.
The President is our servant. Not our Caesar.
Respectfully, Hunter

P.S. Cage match between me and Don Jr.? Your call on the venue. Anywhere but the South Lawn.

[The Spirit of Lorenzo the Cat @LorenzoTheCat]

A kitten's first NY Knicks parade. Looks a little frightened, but he will remember it when he's a grown-up cat.

[Michelle Obama @MichelleObama]

We can’t wait to welcome you to the Obama Presidential Center! Tune in to our Grand Opening Ceremony to hear from Barack and me, along with some beautiful performances:  https://t.co/N88kUvopSs

[John Collins @Logically_JC]

I fucking hope so.

[bilbobill💯💙🪷🇺🇦 @bilbobill]

@Logically_JC Amen. 🙏

[Jo @JoJoFromJerz]

Here’s me, 52 years ago today. Hours old and already flipping people off.

[bilbobill💯💙🪷🇺🇦 @bilbobill]

@JoJoFromJerz Win-win, in my view. ❤️