Corn, Just a Cobb standing infront of a garden

Sprouted from the same crop, diverse, yet deliciously the same. Unicornly dedicated, My spirit is as wild as my hair. #Rootsistance #Turnip2020 #GardenParty🌽

[Corn, Just a Cobb standing infront of a garden @corn_for]

Why....just why. This doesn't even look like him! @HamillHimself who is this imposter!

[Mlungisi Ntshangase @Mlu__N77]

I’ve never heard so many words spoken but not a single thing was said.

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

On January 7 in 1943, in Room 3327 of the New Yorker Hotel, Nikola Tesla died alone. He was eighty-six years old. The room was quiet. There were no relatives at his bedside, no admirers. In his pocket lay thirty-three cents. Around him, stacks of papers—calculations, sketches, fragments of visions unfinished—shared space with photographs of pigeons he had fed and named. The man who had bent waterfalls to human purpose and imagined a world joined by invisible currents slipped away seemingly unnoticed.

Nearly sixty years earlier, Tesla had arrived in America with little more than confidence and ideas too large to carry. He spoke in abstractions—fields, waves, forces unseen—and worked with a speed that unsettled those around him. In time, he shattered the limits of Edison’s world, replacing flickering direct current with a system powerful enough to light cities and carry energy across continents. Alternating current became the bloodstream of the modern age. Others grew wealthy from it. Tesla moved on.

His mind ranged far ahead of his century. He described radio before it had a name, control at a distance before wires were cut, communication without cables before the air itself seemed usable. He talked of energy transmitted through the earth, of signals leaping oceans. To investors, he was brilliant but impractical. To rivals, dangerous. To himself, compelled—unable to stop reaching.

By the interwar years, the future he had imagined had arrived without him. His great tower on Long Island stood abandoned, its promise unfinished. He drifted from hotel to hotel, increasingly solitary, increasingly eccentric, feeding pigeons in the park and dictating theories about cosmic forces to reporters who half-believed him. He still worked. He always worked. But the world no longer waited.

Five days after his death, New York noticed.

More than two thousand people gathered beneath the vaults of the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine. Scientists and engineers came. Government officials came. Messages arrived from across the world. Eleanor Roosevelt sent her respects. Those who spoke did not argue over his failures. They spoke of illumination—of a man who had altered the trajectory of civilization and paid for it in isolation.

Soon after, federal agents sealed his papers, uncertain what dangers—or possibilities—might lie within them. Some remain locked away still, the last echoes of a mind that appeared to move faster than history could follow.

Tesla left almost nothing behind that could be counted. But he left something greater than wealth. Every room lit after sunset, every device charged and humming, every signal leaping invisibly through the air carries a trace of his work. The world runs on ideas he once sketched alone in rented rooms.

Genius is rarely rewarded on schedule. Vision often arrives before permission. Tesla did not live to see the full reach of what he set in motion. But the current he released never stopped. It still moves—through wires, through air, through the modern world itself—long after the room where it began fell silent.

#archaeohistories

[Brian Cardone 🏴‍☠️🇺🇦 @cardon_brian]

This shit has got to end‼️In Durango, CO an ICE agent snatches an elderly women’s phone and then proceeds to assault her. Other agent jumped in to assault her as well because they all have anger management issues then they retreat behind a fence. Get #ICEoffOurStreets NOW‼️

[Joe Jacobson @_joejacobson_]

Elon BLOCKED my old account because MAGA is terrified of our new video.

That's why the White House and Fox News are viciously attacking me.

Share this everywhere so voters know the truth!

[Corn, Just a Cobb standing infront of a garden @corn_for]

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[Don Winslow @donwinslow]

They tried so hard to suppress this video today.

But because of YOU, it is now TRENDING.

Please RETWEET and QUOTE TWEET this important video reminding us all WHO WE WERE BEFORE TRUMP

[Democratic Wins Media @DemocraticWins]

BREAKING: In a stunning moment, Democrats and several Republicans just joined together to vote down a funding bill that would give ICE more money and resources to terrorize our communities. This is amazing. #ICEOffOurStreets

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

I own a small bakery. Business has been slow. Rent is up. I was thinking about closing.

Last Friday, a teenager came in. He looked nervous. He counted out change for a cookie. He was short 50 cents.

"It's okay," I said. "Take it."

He ate it at a table, looking at his math homework. He looked stuck.

I used to be a math tutor.

I walked over. "Quadratic equations?"

He nodded. "I don't get it."

I sat down and helped him for 20 minutes. He got it. He left smiling.

The next day, he came back with two friends. They bought cookies.

The day after that, five kids came.

Apparently, he told the school, "The lady at the bakery helps with homework."

Now, my bakery is the after-school hang-out spot. It's loud. It's messy. There are backpacks everywhere.

Yesterday, I found a note in the tip jar. It was wrapped around a $20 bill.

"Thanks for helping my son pass math. A Mom."

I'm not closing the bakery.

I think I finally found my purpose.

It's not cookies. It's community.

[Wow+Flutter 🐳 @Wow_Flutter]

@MAGACult2 “… But above all basic training.
Surely any trained law enforcement officer or serving military personnel in America or in fact any human being with working eyes, no matter their politics, sees these killings & knows that these guys are fucking amateurs”

[ScalpersInTheWild @ScalpersDaWild]

@allenanalysis

[ScalpersInTheWild @ScalpersDaWild]

@allenanalysis

[Corn, Just a Cobb standing infront of a garden @corn_for]

Bothering kids in line for Pokémon cards, dude it doesn’t get any lower - you have issues! Getting charged for harassing a minor or harming a minor…forever on your record even after you grow up and realize what a dipsh*t you were being!

[Brian Allen @allenanalysis]

🚨 BREAKING: Video shows a MAGA supporter harassing children waiting in line for Pokémon cards at a Target in Rancho San Diego, CA, yelling slurs and causing a scene.

This is who they’re emboldening and it’s unacceptable.

[Adi Alardah @alardah91]

It’s time to support free alternatives, break digital monopolies, and rely on ourselves instead of being tied to a single platform. Blind dependence puts free speech at the mercy of censorship and interests. Supporting alternative apps is essential to reclaim our voices, protect diversity, and build a truly free digital space.

[Linda @Lindademocat]

@MeidasTouch

[Suzie rizzio @Suzierizzo1]

OMG listen to what North Carolina Representative Ed Goodwin had to say about Trump and the Epstein files! What is wrong with all these Politicians! 🤬

[Corn, Just a Cobb standing infront of a garden @corn_for]

@SoveyX Where is the child now?

[Corn, Just a Cobb standing infront of a garden @corn_for]

Why isn’t she cancelled yet?

[Michael Steele @MichaelSteele]

You chose to be cruel instead of compassionate; to be evil in spirit instead of empathetic; to ignore what God asks us to do—"You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” Matthew 22:39. Perhaps Megyn you don’t feel anything for Alex because you don’t feel anything for yourself.

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

The effigy of Richard I (Richard the Lionheart) at Fontevraud Abbey, located near Saumur in Anjou, France 🇫🇷

(The abbey, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, served as the royal necropolis of Plantagenets. Other effigies housed there include those of his father King Henry II, his mother Eleanor of Aquitaine, and his brother King John's wife Isabella of Angoulême.)

The effigy of Richard I stands as a remarkable survival from medieval world, created at the turn of 13th Century AD. Its lifelike form reflects the growing sophistication of royal funerary art during this era, when sculptors began striving for realism rather than simple symbolic representation. This shift marked a new stage in how monarchs were memorialized, turning their tombs into enduring statements of power and presence. Richard’s effigy is one of most vivid examples of this evolving artistic tradition.

Commissioned shortly after his death in 1199 AD, monument was ordered by Eleanor of Aquitaine, one of the most influential queens in European history. Her decision to honor her son with such a detailed work highlights both her grief and her understanding of royal image-making. Alongside Richard’s figure, she also commissioned the effigies of Henry II and her own, creating a powerful dynastic tableau. Together, these sculptures formed a visual legacy that reinforced the Plantagenet family’s authority and cultural prestige.

Carved in late 12th or early 13th Century AD, effigies at Fontevraud Abbey remain essential for understanding medieval art and royal symbolism. Their careful craftsmanship reveals the skills of early sculptors who shaped the future of monumental funerary design. Today, they stand not just as memorials to individual rulers but as milestones in the history of European sculpture. Their survival allows historians to trace how kings wished to be seen, remembered, and understood across centuries.

#archaeohistories

[Archaeo - Histories @archeohistories]

In 1889, eleven Selk’nam natives, including an eight-year-old child, were taken from their homeland and sent to Europe to be displayed in Human Zoos. Stripped of agency, they were forced to perform, photographed, measured, and exhibited for public curiosity, treated as spectacles rather than human beings. The journey itself was brutal, and many perished from illness, exhaustion, or malnutrition.

The Selk’nam were a remarkable people—tall, strong, and resilient—whose lives revolved around hunting, gathering, and elaborate cultural rituals like the Hain initiation, where boys and men transformed into spirits through masks, body paint, and ceremonial tests. Yet, their world was collapsing under colonization, sheep ranching, and violent persecution. By the early 20th century, their population had plummeted from thousands to a few dozen, and their culture and language were nearly lost.

In Europe, their exhibitions were overseen by handlers who demanded obedience, turning rich traditions into a display for amusement and study. Their forced presence highlighted the arrogance and cruelty of societies that saw indigenous peoples as curiosities rather than human.

Today, the Selk’nam are extinct as a distinct people, their language gone, and their culture surviving only in memory. The photographs from those exhibitions serve as haunting reminders of displacement, exploitation, and endurance—a testament to a people uprooted yet never forgotten.

© Reddit

#archaeohistories

[Corn, Just a Cobb standing infront of a garden @corn_for]

@AOC I just realized what his laugh reminds me of Beavis and or Butthead

[Gavin Newsom @GavinNewsom]

Honestly thought this was a still image when I first started watching