@RetroCoast@MouthlessMuttrs He was already out on bail, he fired multiple shots endangering civilians outside a court house, he got what he deserved. Cry some more
My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away
That road is Route 1 in Iceland. A week driving it costs roughly $2,500 per person. Flights from the US run $500-600 round trip. Gas is $8-9 per gallon. A glacier hike is $125. A night in a decent hotel near Vatnajökull is $160-200.
Total tab for two people to spend a week staring at that glacier instead of a monitor: somewhere around $7,000.
The median American household earns that in about 18 working days. Sitting in a room. Staring at a screen.
The people who actually drive that road on a random Tuesday in March fall into two categories: retirees who stared at screens for 40 years and saved enough to stop, or remote workers who figured out how to stare at a screen from Reykjavik instead of a cubicle in Ohio.
Both paths run through the screen.
The photo is real. The freedom it represents costs $7,000 and 10 days of PTO. The device you’re reading this complaint on is the same device that books the flight.
Statement by Becca Good.
Read it @JDVance—and burn in hell.
“First, I want to extend my gratitude to all the people who have reached out from across the country and around the world to support our family.
This kindness of strangers is the most fitting tribute because if you ever encountered my wife, Renee Nicole Macklin Good, you know that above all else, she was kind. In fact, kindness radiated out of her.
Renee sparkled. She literally sparkled. I mean, she didn’t wear glitter but I swear she had sparkles coming out of her pores. All the time. You might think it was just my love talking but her family said the same thing. Renee was made of sunshine.
Renee lived by an overarching belief: there is kindness in the world and we need to do everything we can to find it where it resides and nurture it where it needs to grow. Renee was a Christian who knew that all religions teach the same essential truth: we are here to love each other, care for each other, and keep each other safe and whole.
Like people have done across place and time, we moved to make a better life for ourselves. We chose Minnesota to make our home. Our whole extended road trip here, we held hands in the car while our son drew all over the windows to pass the time and the miles.
What we found when we got here was a vibrant and welcoming community, we made friends and spread joy. And while any place we were together was home, there was a strong shared sense here in Minneapolis that we were looking out for each other. Here, I had finally found peace and safe harbor. That has been taken from me forever.
We were raising our son to believe that no matter where you come from or what you look like, all of us deserve compassion and kindness. Renee lived this belief every day. She is pure love. She is pure joy. She is pure sunshine.
On Wednesday, January 7th, we stopped to support our neighbors. We had whistles. They had guns.
Renee leaves behind three extraordinary children; the youngest is just six years old and already lost his father. I am now left to raise our son and to continue teaching him, as Renee believed, that there are people building a better world for him. That the people who did this had fear and anger in their hearts, and we need to show them a better way.
We thank you for the privacy you are granting our family as we grieve. We thank you for ensuring that Renee’s legacy is one of kindness and love. We honor her memory by living her values: rejecting hate and choosing compassion, turning away from fear and pursuing peace, refusing division and knowing we must come together to build a world where we all come home safe to the people we love.”
Walt Disney once told Charles Schulz he wasn't good enough to draw background art.
Form letter. Very polite.
"We only hire the very finest artists."
Sparky wasn't one of them.
His yearbook rejected his cartoons. His school gave him a zero in physics. He failed every subject in eighth grade.
Every. Single. One.
The other kids called him "Sparky" — after a horse in a comic strip.
They were calling him an animal.
Paul Harvey said it best:
"Sparky wasn't actually disliked by the other youngsters. No one cared enough about him to dislike him."
So this invisible boy did something strange.
He didn't try to prove Disney wrong.
He wrote his autobiography in cartoons instead.
Named the main character after himself.
Charlie Brown.
A kid whose kite never flies. Whose team never wins. Whose crush never notices him.
Then Schulz did something the network executives hated.
He put Luke 2 at the center of his Christmas special.
"Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy..."
They told him to cut it.
Too religious.
He refused.
Christmas Eve, millions of families will watch that scene.
A loser became the messenger.
Disney said he wasn't good enough.
God said otherwise.
"A man ran to the Broadview ICE facility today searching for his wife of five years. They were following the legal process, showing up for her court case, when ICE took her to another room and disappeared her. He tracked her phone to Broadview where the signal cut off. Police told him to just look up her name online. He sat in a parking lot weeping, confused, with no answers." 🥹😭👇
Zelda Williams has made a statement asking people to stop sending her AI videos of her father, Robin Williams:
“Stop believing I wanna see it or that I’ll understand, I don’t and I won’t. If you’re just trying to troll me, I’ve seen way worse, i’ll restrict and move on. But please, if you’ve got any decency, just stop doing this to him and to me, to everyone even, full stop. It’s dumb, it’s a waste of time and energy, and believe me, it’s NOT what he’d want.
To watch the legacies of real people be condensed down to ‘this vaguely looks and sounds like them so that’s enough’, just so other people can churn out horrible TikTok slop puppeteering them is maddening.
You’re not making art, you’re making disgusting, over-processed hotdogs out of the lives of human beings, out of the history of art and music, and then shoving them down someone else’s throat hoping they’ll give you a little thumbs up and like it. Gross.”
(Source: https://t.co/x13jxYK09K)
This is so crazy. He threw written up, softball questions. Helped push a politician to a young, impressionable audience. Now less than a year later he regrets it and doesn't care about politics anymore. You rode the hype train and exposed your values and beliefs. Next time you feel impulsive, get a tattoo.