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[danborvan @danborvan]

I wear cargo shorts unironically and unapologetically. Dads need pockets.

[Monsters Of Rock® @MonstersOfRock]

🥁 On this day in 1941, Charlie Watts was born in London, England.

As the heartbeat of The Rolling Stones for nearly six decades, Watts proved that great drumming isn’t about flash—it’s about groove, feel, and impeccable timing.

Cool, understated, and endlessly influential!

[danborvan @danborvan]

"You should always tell the truth, because if you tell the truth you make it the other person's problem." - Sean Connery

[danborvan @danborvan]

@WVPitt “Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't.” - Margaret Thatcher

[danborvan @danborvan]

"What else should I say? Everyone is gay" - Kurt Cobain

[danborvan @danborvan]

I can’t wait for Pride FC month!
Pride Never Die!

[danborvan @danborvan]

Theater kids ruin everything

[Protestia @Protestia]

"If you only had one shot..."

Pastor Ed Newton of Community Bible Church preaches about the Song of Moses in Exodus 15, belting it out to the tune of Eminem's 'Lose Yourself'

[Daniel C. Green | The Eagle Eye @TheEagleyeNews]

On the evening of May 23, Daniel C. Green created an image that created a ripple effect across the internet—and possibly the American patriotic landscape as we know it.

In response to a post online requesting an image portraying Lewis and Clark in the style of J.R.R. Tolkien's Amoranth (as popularized by the early 2000s movies). Before doing so, Green researched what it would take to make such a monument and how to make the design correctly. He then fed a detailed prompt into an AI model and shared his photo response.

Little did he know the reaction that the public would have to this photo.

Over a span of 24 hours, the post amassed hundreds, thousands, and ultimately millions of views, creating a bipartisan fervor for the concept:

Two 300-foot-tall copper statues of Lewis and Clark along the Missouri River in Montana, hollowed on the inside for defense, tourism, the private sector, research, libraries, or a multitude of other purposes.

The idea spread rapidly, drawing people wanting to put money towards the project, debating on the best way to do it, and questioning why America no longer raises such emaculate, megalithic monuments to the American past any longer.

Upon reading dozens—and then hundreds, to thousands—of these responses, many from notable figures, Green began to ponder if there was a legitimate tailwind behind this conceptual project.

Early on Monday morning, Green learned that multiple people of note had taken an interest in this concept, requesting that the project actually be started. These included a political reporter with a multi-million-person following, the CEO of the American Conservation Coalition, and Senator Eric Schmitt (who publicly endorsed the idea).

The idea was further popularized by a notable foundry in France—Atelier Missor.

All of these factors combined caused Green to start floating an idea—that he could personally spearhead the project. This idea gained instantaneous popularity to the extent that, within hours, he had been connected with famous monument makers, connected with hundreds of potential donors and contributors, and witnessed the idea spread like wildfire.

Progress has happened rather quickly. Green has created a landing page for this project, directing people to follow the page closely as he secures a 501(c)(3) sponsor to begin taking donations for the project.

These donations will fund an artistic rendering, a small clay model that will be reproduced through a 3D company run by a supporter of the project, a 10-foot scale model of the statue, surveying of the land, and ultimately funding the construction of the megalithic statue.

This is a massive undertaking from Daniel C. Green, his company, The Eagle Eye, and the undertaking to preserve America's past for the future.
To follow the daily and weekly updates, see the page on The Eagle Eye's official site:

The contribution link is now live (non-tax-deductible) https://t.co/X753YDTJ5o

[Super 70s Sports @Super70sSports]

Some executive at ABC: “We need a nice little theme song for our new cop sitcom.”

Some guy: “Yeah, ok, think I’ll just throw down one of the funkiest grooves in the history of music then.” https://t.co/SvEzGbR0lb

[danborvan @danborvan]

Before he became the Venerable Bede, was he the Moderately Respected Bede? Did his friends call him Bede or THE Bede, like THE Ohio State University? So many questions . . .

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

Almost no one knows the full story of Ulysses S. Grant and Robert E. Lee.

In 1847, during the Mexican War, a young Lieutenant Grant served as an obscure regimental quartermaster. Robert E. Lee, already famous, served on General Winfield Scott's elite staff. They crossed paths once. Lee did not remember it.

Eighteen years later, they met again.

April 9, 1865. Appomattox Court House, Virginia. Lee arrived first, in an immaculate gray dress uniform, red sash, embroidered gauntlets, and a presentation sword with a jeweled hilt. He looked like an emperor walking to his coronation.

Grant rode up an hour later, alone, splattered head to boot in Virginia mud, wearing a private's field blouse with no sword, no sash, and no insignia except the dirty shoulder straps of a lieutenant general. The first thing he did was apologize to Lee for his appearance.

The surrender happened in the parlor of a farmer named Wilmer McLean. McLean had fled his old home near Manassas because the first major battle of the war had literally been fought across his front yard in 1861. Four years later the war followed him 120 miles and ended in his front parlor. He later said he could have wallpapered his house with the war.

Before any terms were discussed, Grant tried small talk. He asked Lee if he remembered him from Mexico. Lee politely said he did not. Grant said he had remembered Lee perfectly for almost twenty years.

Then came the terms, and they stunned everyone present.

Officers could keep their sidearms and personal horses. Enlisted men who owned their mounts could take them home for the spring plowing. No prison. No trials. Every Confederate soldier would be paroled and allowed to walk home, on his honor, unmolested by U.S. authority for as long as he kept his parole.

Lincoln had asked for leniency. Grant gave him more than he asked for.

When Lee mentioned, almost in passing, that his men had not eaten in days, Grant ordered 25,000 rations sent across the lines from his own supply trains that same afternoon. The Union army fed the army it had just defeated.

As Lee rode back to his lines on his old gray horse Traveller, Union batteries began firing celebratory salutes and Grant's men started to cheer. Grant rode out himself and shut it down on the spot. "The war is over," he said. "The rebels are our countrymen again, and the best sign of rejoicing after the victory will be to abstain from all such demonstrations."

He later wrote that he felt "sad and depressed" the rest of that day, not triumphant. He could not bring himself to rejoice over the downfall of a foe who had fought so long, so well, and had suffered so much for his cause.

Then came the chapter history almost forgot.

Two months after Appomattox, a federal grand jury in Norfolk indicted Robert E. Lee for treason. The penalty on the books was death by hanging. Lee wrote a single letter to Grant, citing the parole he had been given.

Grant was furious. He went directly to President Andrew Johnson and told him plainly that if the indictment moved forward, he would resign his commission as commanding general of the entire United States Army. He had pledged his personal word to Lee at Appomattox, and no civilian politician was going to break that word while Grant still wore the uniform.

Johnson backed down. The indictment was quietly killed.

The man who beat Lee in war saved him from the gallows in peace.

Twenty years later, Grant was dying of throat cancer in a cottage on Mount McGregor, racing in agony to finish his memoirs before bankruptcy and death caught up with his family. He won by four days. The book sold 300,000 copies and made his widow rich.

At Grant's funeral procession in New York in August 1885, his pallbearers walked side by side: Union generals William Tecumseh Sherman and Philip Sheridan, and Confederate generals Joseph E. Johnston and Simon Bolivar Buckner. The same men who had spent four years trying to kill each other carried the coffin together through a million and a half mourners lining the streets.

Six years later, when Sherman himself died, the old Confederate Johnston traveled to New York again to serve as a pallbearer for his former enemy. It was a freezing February day with cold rain. Johnston, 84 years old, stood through the entire outdoor ceremony with his hat held over his heart. A friend pleaded with him to put his hat back on. Johnston refused. "If I were in his place," he said, "and he were standing in mine, he would not put on his hat."

Johnston caught pneumonia that day. He died a few weeks later.

That is the real ending of the American Civil War. Not at Appomattox. In the rain, at a funeral, with an old Confederate refusing to cover his head out of respect for the Union general he had spent his youth trying to destroy.

[danborvan @danborvan]

"What can I learn from observing great art? Be better." - David Mamet

[danborvan @danborvan]

Whatever happened to Just War Theory?

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@CharlesAVaughn @presbycast

[danborvan @danborvan]

I can't trust a man who dyes his facial hair.

[danborvan @danborvan]

'No man can make the papists believe that the private mass is the greatest blaspheming of God, and the highest idolatry upon earth, an abomination the like to which has never been in Christendom since the time of the apostles.' - Martin Luther

[danborvan @danborvan]

My life would be 13-18% better if I never had to use another Microsoft product.

[Classic Rock In Pics @crockpics]

Keith Richards and Charlie Watts relaxing on the steps at Villa Nellcôte in the South of France in 1971. Photographer Dominique Tarlé spent the summer with the band and captured amazing candid moments like this while they were recording Exile on Main St.

[💥 Domo48 💥 @Tron_Catt_]

somebody once said that punks are good people cosplaying evil people and hippies are evil people cosplaying good people and I will never stop thinking about that

[danborvan @danborvan]

Same vibe

[Terri Green @TerriGreenUSA]

It doesn’t get any worse than this. Brandon Lake and Steven Furtick. This is all for the show of it.