Buster Waggins' Dad

Buster Waggins is the best dog, and I am his dad.

[Adam | Faithful Messenger @Adam_FaithfulM]

At the moment Jesus died, three of the four Gospels stop describing Golgotha and cut, without warning, to a scene half a mile away, inside the temple. Matthew, Mark, and Luke each record it with almost the same words: the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. No one on the hill could have seen it. It happened behind walls, in a place only priests could enter. And yet the Gospel writers considered it so important that they interrupt the death of the Son of God to tell you about a piece of fabric.

To understand why, you have to understand the veil. God's instructions for it go back to Exodus: a curtain of blue, purple, and scarlet yarn and fine twisted linen, with cherubim woven into it, hung to divide the Holy Place from the Most Holy Place, the Holy of Holies, the room where the presence of God dwelt above the ark. The cherubim were not decoration. The last time cherubim stood as a barrier in Scripture was at the gate of Eden, with a flaming sword, after Adam and Eve were driven out. The veil was Eden's gate, rebuilt in cloth. It said one thing: you cannot come in here.

By Jesus' day, the temple was Herod's vast rebuilt structure, and the curtain matched its scale. Josephus, the first-century Jewish historian, describes the temple's great veil as a Babylonian tapestry of blue, scarlet, purple, and linen, embroidered with a panorama of the heavens, an enormous hanging some sixty feet high. Later rabbinic tradition, recorded in the Mishnah, claims the veil was a handbreadth thick, woven from seventy-two cords each of twenty-four strands, and that it took three hundred priests to immerse it when it needed cleaning. Those numbers are probably rabbinic exaggeration, and it is honest to say so. But even discounting them, we are describing something the size of a building's wall, thick, heavy, and woven by expert hands. It was not a bedsheet. No man could tear it. And Mark is precise: it tore from top to bottom. From the top, sixty feet up, where no hand could reach, downward. Whatever tore the veil did so from God's side of it.

Now consider who was allowed past that curtain. One man. Once a year. On the Day of Atonement, the high priest, and only the high priest, passed through the veil into the Holy of Holies carrying the blood of a sacrifice, to sprinkle it before God for the sins of the nation. Every other day of the year, every other person alive, was kept out on pain of death. The high priest of the year AD 30 was Caiaphas, the man whose bones now lie in a museum drawer. That was the whole system: one mediator, one day, one room, and a curtain that stood every other hour of every other day announcing that God was here and you were not permitted to approach.

Then, at three in the afternoon on a Friday outside the city, Jesus cried out, "It is finished," and breathed His last. And in the temple, in the middle of the afternoon sacrifice, with priests at their duties, the barrier ripped open from the top down, and the Holy of Holies stood exposed to anyone standing in the Holy Place. For the first time since Sinai, a human being could look straight into the place where God dwelt, and nothing stood in the way.

The letter to the Hebrews, written to Jewish Christians who knew the temple intimately, explains what the Gospels only show. It calls the old system a shadow and says the high priest entering once a year with the blood of animals was pointing forward to something. Then it says this: "We have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh." Read that slowly. The curtain is His flesh. When His body was torn on the cross, the veil was torn in the temple, because they were the same barrier being removed by the same death. The high priest brought blood into the Holy of Holies once a year, and had to come back next year. Jesus, Hebrews says, entered once for all, with His own blood, and then did something no high priest ever did: He sat down. There was no more work to do.

There is a strange witness to that afternoon from an unexpected source. The Talmud, the vast collection of rabbinic writings compiled centuries later, records that "forty years before the destruction of the temple" a series of ominous things began happening in the sanctuary: the lot for the LORD on the Day of Atonement stopped coming up in the priest's right hand, the crimson thread that was supposed to turn white as a sign of forgiveness stopped turning white, the westernmost lamp of the menorah kept going out, and the great temple doors began opening on their own at night, so that a leading rabbi rebuked them, warning that they were foretelling the temple's destruction. The temple was destroyed in AD 70. Forty years before is the year 30, the year of the crucifixion. This is a rabbinic source, not a Christian one, written by men who did not believe in Jesus and drew no connection to Him. It should be handled carefully, since the Talmud was written down long after the events. But according to Judaism's own memory, from that year onward, the signs of atonement in the temple stopped working, and no one could say why.

The torn veil pointed two directions at once. It announced that the way to God was open. It also announced that the temple's purpose was finished. Within a generation, in AD 70, Roman legions burned the building to the ground, exactly as Jesus had wept and warned it would be, and not one stone was left on another. There has been no veil, no Holy of Holies, no Day of Atonement sacrifice since. The system that ended on that Friday afternoon was dismantled by history forty years later, and it has never returned. What replaced it is a man, seated at the right hand of God, and a door that does not close.

People think that the cross is where a good teacher was killed by his enemies. But at the instant of His death, the one room on earth that God had walled off from humanity was flung open from the inside. Nobody stormed the temple. Nobody broke down the door. God tore the curtain Himself, and He tore it downward, toward us.

This is what it means for you. There is no longer a room you cannot enter and no priest you must go through. The curtain that separated you from God did not wear thin over time; it was ripped in half by His own hand, at the cost of His own Son's body. Hebrews draws the conclusion for you: "Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace." Not creep near. Not earn your way near. Draw near, with confidence, because the way is open and it is never going to close again.

The veil is torn. Walk in.

Jesus is the great High Priest who opened the way, once for all. Thank You, Jesus.

[Viva Frei @thevivafrei]

Listen to this three times in a row.

“We weren’t trying to figure out if she *murdered* *the* children. She did. And she’s admitting that…”

I know it’s a subtle linguistic distinction. But “murder” is literally the term for the crime. “Killing” is the legally neutral way of describing the act - since not all killing is murder, but all murder is killing. Once you acknowledge it’s murder, it is by definition the crime.

It’s probably just improper use of grammar from an ignorant juror, but it’s an indication as to the level of intellect of this juror (and the others).

And notice the way this jury member describes Lindsay’s children. Lindsay murdered “the children”. Not *her* children.

Dissociation. Separation of responsibility. Distancing.

As if “snapping” is always evidence of lack of criminal responsibility…

These jurors speaking publicly has been their biggest mistake. It eliminates any doubt as to what went on in that deliberation room.

Crazy jurors arguing from a conclusion, and not towards one.

[Jeremy Boreing @JeremyDBoreing]

It’s been one year since Charlie was murdered in the most significant political assassination of my lifetime.

One year, and it feels like every day of that year was somehow a reaction to that horrible moment.

Charlie had flaws, like any man.

He was not killed for them.

Charlie was murdered for what was best about him — for what was extraordinary about him:

He spoke the truth with strength and love — two qualities we’ve been assured cannot coexist, and yet Charlie showed us that they can and must.

Some of the worst ugliness humans are capable of has been unleashed by Charlie’s death. Evil performed for clicks, for money, and sometimes just for attention. Evil performed in the name of friendship. Evil performed in the name of God. Evil performed in the name of politics, both left and right.

His death has been celebrated. His beloved wife has been mocked and scorned. His friends accused. His life’s work disparaged.

His children will have to grow up in a world that lies to them every day about what kind of man he was.

It is easy on a day like today to damn it all.

Charlie wouldn’t.

He would have hugged his wife, sent a few Bible verses off to his friends, modeled love for his children, and gotten back to work — speaking the truth with strength and love.

He had a better heart than I do, but I will try to follow his lead.

[Toad @LearnToToad]

The men on the Clancy jury should keep mentioning how hot they think she is in order to reverse psychology the female jurors into hating her

[Matt Walsh @MattWalshBlog]

It’s extremely clear what happened and why it happened. There’s really no mystery. Lindsay Clancy is a psychopath. That’s why she googled “can you treat a sociopath” just a few days before the killing. She wasn’t and isn’t insane. Insane people aren’t difficult to identify. They babble nonsensically and behave erratically and incoherently. They are totally dysfunctional and disconnected from reality. None of that applies to Clancy, now or then, which is why she was never diagnosed as insane by anyone. She’s just a psychopath. It’s not complicated.

For a while she was troubled by her psychopathy and tried to find a drug that would get rid of it and make her love her family. But no drug could ever do that, which made her increasingly resentful towards her kids and her husband. After a while the resentment metastasized into a seething hatred. She blamed them for turning her into a monster. Finally she decided to free herself of the burden. Was that a “rational” decision? Yes, in the sense that it’s intelligible. She hated her kids and therefore wanted them to no longer exist. It’s the same reason why a million other murders have been committed. The thought process is evil but coherent. That is: not insane.

She chose an especially gruesome and violent death for her children because, again, she hated them. The suicide attempt afterwards was maybe genuine or maybe not. That really doesn’t matter. What matters is that we have here a very clear textbook case of a homicidal psychopath. Such a textbook case that she diagnosed it in herself, as her internet searches show.

Lindsay Clancy isn’t really pleading insanity. That’s the word they’re using but the actual case they made is not that she’s insane and couldn’t help it, but that she’s evil and couldn’t help it. I don’t want to contemplate a world where that kind of defense proves effective.

[Josh Barzon @JoshuaBarzon]

You could move to New York City.

Rent an 852-square-foot apartment for $5,503 a month.

Blow $500 on three “first dates” a week and somehow remain single for six years.

Finally meet someone you like, then discover they’re “not really looking for anything serious right now.”

Get a master’s degree so you can qualify for an internship.

Apply to 147 jobs, get 93 automated rejections, and finally find an “entry-level” position requiring five years of experience.

Eventually land a six-figure job and still need a roommate to make rent.

Pay federal income tax, New York State income tax, AND New York City income tax because apparently living there is a three-level subscription.

Learn that a “quiet neighborhood” means the sirens only come by every 20 minutes.

Pay $27 every day for a sandwich (no sides) because the place has exposed brick and a handwritten menu.

Take the subway to work every morning and develop the useful skill of pretending not to notice absolutely anything happening around you.

Spend 45 minutes traveling three miles.

Carry your groceries home six blocks because parking near your apartment is more of a philosophical concept than an actual possibility.

Have “owning a washer and dryer” become one of your primary measures of generational wealth.

Walk past a mountain of trash bags on your way to a restaurant with a Michelin star.

Tell your friends back home you don’t need a car while spending $46 on an Uber because the subway is delayed again.

Go to Central Park when you want to remember what trees look like.

Spend your twenties telling everyone you could NEVER live anywhere else.

Then one day you visit your cousin in Iowa.

He has a house with four bedrooms, a garage, a yard, two cars, four kids, and somehow pays less than you do for the apartment where your refrigerator touches your couch.

But hey.

The NYC bagels are incredible.

[John @market_sleuth]

This is a sensitive topic & so I’d prefer to tell a story.

When I was married my former wife Mary Beth was a NICU nurse. Several times I had the opportunity to watch her care for these premature babies. It was her passion. I always knew when a baby died in her care because when she’d arrive home she didn’t speak much. Often I just had to say “Did one not make it?” She’d simply nod & remain quiet. I never pressed for more info. I knew how much it grieved her.

One day she called me & said she was caring for a 24-week-old preemie, which at the time was extremely rare. She asked if I wanted to see the infant so I went to the hospital, put on scrubs & entered the NICU to watch her care for this baby in its isolette.

The baby weighed 600 grams. I watched her carefully feed it & administer care with the utmost of precision to not harm its delicate skin. To strong a touch & it felt horrible pain, to bright a light & the baby would go into distress, to loud a sound & it would cry uncontrollably. This why when you enter a NICU they keep things quiet, lights dim etc. That baby is now a thriving 21-year-old man in college. The parents kept in touch with Mary Beth to update her on his progress.

Hence, to watch these women clap, smile & celebrate as the governor of Massachusetts signs a bill extending abortion to birth, well beyond 24 weeks, is blatant, sickening & vile evil. Period.

[Spencer Pratt @spencerpratt]

Racist Commie Mamdani is going to make you show ID in his markets. You want your government-subsidized arugula? Show your papers! Ask for ID to vote? BIGOT!!!

Are you starting to realize what disingenuous lying buffoons these commies are?

[Dr. Maalouf ‏ @realMaalouf]

HEARTBREAKING: Her 10-month-old baby was cut in half with a knife in front of her, her husband shot dead, and she watched them split her second child's head with a machete. They also cut off one of her hands.

This is life for Christians in Nigeria. The media remains silent.

[Jim Verdi @jjverdi]

I don’t know who put this together but it’s one of the most amazing compilations put together. Actually perfect.

[Buster Waggins' Dad @busterwaggins]

@GratMccall @NJBeisner Like my 5 what?

[Thomas Hawk @thomashawk]

Think about this for a second if you are a guy.

Think about who your best friend is right now. Literally say their name in your head right now.

Say it again.

Now if your best friend is married or has a girlfriend say her name in your head.

Now, imagine banging your best friend's wife for 10 months behind his back.

Now also imagine that your best friend (say his name again) works for you. You see him every single day at the office. And every day for 10 months you look him in the eye and act like everything between the two of. you is great. You talk to/with him day in and day out all the while knowing what you're doing.

You make small talk, you go out for beers, you talk about the game last night, every single day, all the while you are banging his wife behind his back.

Also imagine your best friend and his wife have a one year old son. And your best friend is at home babysitting their one year old son while you are banging his wife and complimenting her on taking her pregnancy weight off. Sending her home when you're done with her with your private driver.

Because that's what Gavin Newsom did to his best friend and deputy chief of Staff Alex Tourk.

He banged his wife over and over and over again for 10 months. He spent the night with her in expensive hotel rooms when she was black out drunk (sounds like rape to me). He blew up her phone with texts for hook ups and he did all this knowing she had a drinking problem, with his best friend's wife.

It takes a special type of sociopath to be able to do that. I hope Ruby Ripey's essay in Vanity Fair today is an Eric Swalwell wake up moment for Gavin Newsom and his political future.

[Buster Waggins' Dad @busterwaggins]

@GratMccall @NJBeisner This is stupid logic with incomplete reasoning. Thank you for being retarded

[Buster Waggins' Dad @busterwaggins]

@laurabaust @NJBeisner By saying that out loud, we now know you're retarded. Thank you for self displaying.

[Ginger @HandyGingerGal]

Every. Single. Word. Of. This.

[Quick Thoughts @lthlnkso]

I expect Mamdani's public grocery stores will not offer significant price discounts relative to budget grocers. Thinking about his mandate they make things cheaper reminded me of "parchment guarantees" and this speech from Justice Scalia.

[Walmart Battle Orc @ASo1omons]

This made me laugh maybe more than it should..

[Masih Alinejad @AlinejadMasih]

While the world watches the war, the Islamic Republic of Iran hanged a 19-year-old boy today.

His name is Erfan Esfandiari and he was his parents' only child.

He did not kill anyone. He did not carry a weapon. His crime, according to the Islamic Republic, was opening a door. Sheltering protesters who were running from security forces. That was enough to send him to the gallows.

Erfan was one of 12 young men in the Alikhani Square case in Isfahan, arrested during the January 2026 uprising. Yesterday, all 12 were moved to quarantine. Today, the Islamic Republic hanged him.

This is a government that is so terrified of a generation that refuses to be silent, that it executes teenagers for the act of compassion.

Say his name. Because the regime is already trying to erase him. Because his mother and father are left with nothing, not even the right to grieve loudly.

[Justine Bateman @JustineBateman]

It tracks that the group of people who thought they should be treated as VIPs (and use Uber to feel like they have a chauffeur, TaskRabbit and GrubHub and Instacart to feel like they have an assistant), don’t want to come into the office, demand compensation from perceived slights at work, want to work from home, want to work less than five days a week, want everyone to walk on eggshells around them because of all their “invisible disabilities,” have their parents subsidize their life, etc, would want socialism. The final step in their line of shrugging off responsibility.
I have yet to see someone who has worked hard for a living, regardless of income, advocating for socialism.