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I don’t love X’s new profile layout. Posts and reposts should appear in one feed, not force users to click around to piece it together. Some accounts are excellent curators, and it was nice catching up on everything they shared that day with one simple scroll.
"Lane Kiffin is gonna break my boo record this season at Ole Miss 😂😂
They won't even remember when I went back to LSU with Alabama after that one" ~ Coach Saban
#PMSLive
SEC Football Media Days Records
Fewest/most number of words in coach's opening statements:
In 2022, Mike Leach: 5 words
In 2026, Lane Kiffin: 2,807 words
US Congress passed the Nevada Territory Enlargement Act, signed by President Lincoln on Jul 14, 1862, to extend the eastern border of Nevada Territory by one degree longitude (just over 50 miles) at the expense of Utah Territory. https://t.co/knHOyhJrd2 https://t.co/xbKKkeiEqM
Norm Macdonald really told Conan his wife went into a coma just to drop the "Doc, she's choking" punchline 💀
Conan completely losing it makes it even better.
Late night hasn't been the same since. 😂😂
PSA: If you’re more publicly outraged with figures like @RealCandaceO than you ever were about Jeffrey Epstein, and the predator class, you have been programmed perfectly.
Hey @iamcoachcolin it’s even crazier. The King family DID sue the government because they knew James Earl ray was a patsy and they WON. Jacky O is O for Onassis. She married him because she was terrified of the “judeo-Christians” who killed her husband and Bobby. She didn’t want secret service because it’s not a recent revelation that your “security” are just hitmen that know where you are at all times.
Jacqueline Kennedy campaigned for her brother-in-law and supported him,[159] and at one point even showed outright optimism that through his victory, members of the Kennedy family would once again occupy the White House.[156]
Just after midnight PDT on June 5, 1968, an enraged Jordanian gunman named Sirhan Sirhan mortally wounded Robert Kennedy minutes after he and a crowd of his supporters had been celebrating his victory in the California Democratic presidential primary.[160
On October 20, 1968, Jacqueline Kennedy married her long-time friend Aristotle Onassis, a Greek shipping magnate who was able to provide the privacy and security she sought for herself and her children.[163] The wedding took place on Skorpios, Onassis's private Greek island in the Ionian Sea.[164]After marrying Onassis, she took the legal name Jacqueline Onassis and consequently lost her right to Secret Service protection, which is an entitlement of a widow of a U.S. president.
The most interesting part of the red card saga isn't the ruling. It's how differently Americans and Europeans process the idea that they might have been wronged.
Europeans are fundamentally different from Americans in one particular way: they expect life to be aggravating and at times unfair. It's just a fact of moving through the world. I joke that in Europe, the customer is always wrong. You didn't read the fine print. The only pharmacy in town is closed every other Tuesday for three hours, and even if the times weren't posted, that's still your problem. Too bad if you want the bill, because the waiter's on his union-mandated half-hour smoke break, and you're just going to have to wait.
To quote the great Mark Knopfler: sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug. There's something freeing in that. Things are less in your control, so there's less angst in managing your expectations.
In America, things couldn't be more different. We simply can't accept a wrong left unrighted.
The flight attendant sneezed handing you a drink on your one-hour flight? 15,000 frequent flyer miles. Didn't like your appetizer? A replacement is on the way, and the whole course comes off the bill. There's a reason our interstates are lined with trial lawyer billboards.
Europeans have turned complaining into a continental pastime with no expectation that the universe owes them a remedy for their grief. You gripe about the train being late, your friends nod solemnly and everyone goes back to their apéro. In America, we launch a full-blown investigation of the train system, sue the government (and its contractors) that allowed for the tardiness and hold a Congressional hearing on the state of national infrastructure.
So to an objective observer, the red card shouldn't have happened, and VAR was a travesty. To Americans, our star player shouldn't be unfairly banned from a match we couldn't afford to lose for a card he so obviously didn't deserve.
Who cares that FIFA used a little-used reversal to fix it. Who cares that other people are mad about it. We. Were. Wronged. It was unjust. It must be corrected. We would accept nothing less.
Europeans waxing poetic about the sanctity of the game are, of course, talking about a governing body whose last tournament host was decided via confirmed cash bribes — one that imposed dress codes on women, shrugged off widespread allegations of modern slavery and reconfigured the entire tournament calendar to suit the host country. Which is exactly the point. If you've made peace with all of that, at least enough to watch the tournament four years later, a probationary suspension isn't actually a scandal.
Maybe that's the real divide. Over millennia, Europeans have made peace with being the bug. Americans have never once considered it, and apparently, we're not about to start now.