Trial and (T)error

alive and well

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

Pretty cool “history” of #Art

[Fiona’s Videos 🎬 @fiona_videos]

Evolution of art

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@ThrillaRilla369 Zero

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@baltostar @Mr_Husky1 🙂

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@baltostar @Mr_Husky1 But the same bullying happens every day in schools across the country, and boys and girls feel awful because of it. You seem to have a heart of stone, to point out only a possible fabrication. And not that kids need friends and to be free to be kids.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

She ate lunch alone for 730 days straight. What this 16-year-old built from that pain now protects millions of kids worldwide.

Seventh grade. Natalie Hampton carried her tray through a packed cafeteria and felt it — that specific, suffocating dread of not knowing where to go.

She'd already learned what happened when you approached the wrong table. The silence. The turned backs. The whispered laughter that followed you all the way to the empty table by the wall.

The one everyone could see.

The one that said: nobody wants her.

For two full years — 730 consecutive lunches — that table was hers. Alone.

The bullying went further than whispers. She was shoved into lockers. Four physical attacks in two weeks. She came home with scratches and bruises. When she finally reported it, school administrators sent her to counseling — to find out what she was doing wrong.

The isolation grew so heavy she was hospitalized for anxiety.

Then ninth grade came. A new school. And almost overnight — everything changed. Students welcomed her. She made friends within weeks. She finally knew what safe felt like.

But she couldn't stop thinking about the kids still sitting at the wall table. Right now. Today.

She remembered what she'd needed most during all those lunches. Not a teacher. Not a pamphlet. Just one person saying: "You can sit with us."

So at 16 — with zero coding experience and "a lot of enthusiasm," as she put it — Natalie built exactly that.

She called it Sit With Us.

The idea was simple and genius: students sign up as "ambassadors," keeping their table open. Other kids privately browse available tables on their phones before ever walking into the cafeteria — and show up knowing they're already welcome.

No public rejection. No moment of judgment. Just a guaranteed seat.

Within 7 days of launching: 10,000 downloads.

Then the world found her. NPR. The Washington Post. CBS News. Messages from Morocco, Australia, the Philippines, France — kids who'd been eating alone for years, finally finding a place to belong.

Sit With Us now operates in 30 countries.

"Even if it helps one person," Natalie said quietly, "it was worth building."

She turned 730 lunches of loneliness into a lifeline for millions.

That's not just survival. That's transformation.

[Magda Lewandowska @MLewandowska]

Czytam sobie o sikhach i ich, wprowadzonym w 1699r, religijnym obowiązku noszenia kirpanów (ceremonialnych mieczy), który to religijny obowiązek jest szanowany/uznawany na całym Zachodzie, w tym w Polsce.

Uważam, że katolicy powinni mieć religijny obowiązek noszenia dwuręcznych mieczy, na podstawie wezwania papieża Urbana II na soborze w Clermont w 1095.

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@JackPosobiec @Jkylebass Make the time. I’m sure you won’t regret it.

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@Athena_Lioness Welcome!! 🇺🇸❤️‍🔥

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@TheKingCorcoran @MarioNawfal Right on. Like birthdays at Chuck E Cheese.

[Dr. Maalouf ‏ @realMaalouf]

The Muslim gang riots continue in Paris.

A huge fire was started at the foot of the Eiffel Tower.

Notice how they chant “Allahu Akbar.” This is a religious war, and this is their way of saying “we own the place now.”

[Lozzy B 🇦🇺𝕏 @TruthFairy131]

🔥 Translated from Anonymous FRENCH FIRE FIGHTER:

“I’m a firefighter, and what I saw yesterday in the streets of Paris broke my heart.

We responded around 10 p.m., after the call for a dumpster fire that was escalating. We thought it was just a simple evening incident. We arrived on the scene, and it was hell. Paris, my city, the one where I grew up, where I did my first shifts, had become a war zone. Black smoke everywhere, screams, explosions from mortars. Groups of young people, often from immigrant backgrounds, hooded, organized, charging at law enforcement like on a battlefield.

I saw fellow police officers getting lynched with iron bars. I saw a police car pelted with stones as we were just stepping out to put out a fire that was threatening families. We were set upon by rioters who screamed at us, calling us “dogs.” We were just trying to save lives, and we became targets.

I picked up a 14-year-old kid, face covered in blood, who was crying as he said he’d followed “the big guys” just “for fun.” I saw a mother, shutters closed, begging us to protect her children while everything downstairs was being smashed. Shattered storefronts, looted shops, burning cars… all of it under the pretext of “celebrating” something.

Celebrating isn’t breaking things.

Is this France in 2026? A country where you can’t go out at night without risking your life? A country where entire neighborhoods are handed over to clans that respect neither our laws, nor our history, nor our firefighters, nor our police? Where we watch helplessly as our capital, a symbol of light and culture, is turned into a playground for barbarians who spit on the hand that feeds them?

That night, coming home at 6 a.m., still covered in soot and sweat, I cried like a child. Not from exhaustion. From rage and sadness. For my children. For my injured colleagues. For this country I love and that’s letting itself die.

Wake up. Please. Before there’s nothing left to save”

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@RealShahriqKhan „I will break their hearts of stone…give them hearts for love alone…“ ❤️‍🔥 Welcome home!

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

I agree, but… That would take changes of hearts. And we know how easy that is…

[Michael Beckerman @MMBeckerman]

@JeffBezos No, it's not. We have well over half a MILLION homeless people living in the US today, many of which are children. Many of those don't even know where their next meal is coming from. Cancel the space programs and solve Hunger and homelessness here first. THEN worry about space.

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@BreeSolstad @JeffBezos @blueorigin I’ll be curious what the ROI is for spending Zillions on sending man into space. Trying new things benefits in many ways even thru failure, but maybe the fact that almost everything in the universe is moving farther away from everything else should tell us something.

[Bree Solstad @BreeSolstad]

This is one of the greatest photos in Catholic history.
Despite his greatness, Fulton Sheen had been ostracized and cast away by the powers that be in the American Church by the time he was an old man. When Pope John Paul II came to St. Patrick’s Cathedral in 1981, Sheen was relegated to a far off side section.
As everyone was applauding and greeting the pope, he kept looking around, and finally asked: “Where’s Fulton?”
The pope embraced Fulton and said: “You have written and spoken well of the Lord Jesus Christ. You are a loyal son of the Church!"

This makes me cry with love.

Soon-to-be Blessed Fulton Sheen…Pray for us. 🙏

[☩ 𝕁𝕄𝕋 ☩ @SecretFire79]

He was kneeling in prayer inside a small church in Turkey when the bullets struck him from behind🇻🇦

Moments before his death, Father Andrea Santoro had been preparing to celebrate Mass.

Then suddenly…

Two gunshots echoed through the little Catholic church in Trabzon.

The attacker, a 16-year-old boy, shouted:

“Allahu Akbar.”

And just like that, the life of an Italian missionary priest came to an end.

But Father Andrea Santoro did not die because he hated others.

He died because he loved too greatly.

Born in Italy, Father Andrea was sent to Turkey as part of the Fidei donum missionary program, priests offered as a “gift of faith” to struggling Christian communities around the world.

In Turkey, he chose not to live comfortably or remain distant from the people.

Instead, he lived among the poor, defended the exploited, and became a spiritual father to many who felt forgotten.

He believed Christians and Muslims could live in dialogue, peace, and mutual respect.

One of his most beautiful prayers was this:

“Keep us united in our diversity, not so united that it stifles diversity, not so diverse that it suffocates unity.”

But his compassion and influence also brought danger.

As Father Andrea became a voice for the poor and vulnerable, threats began to surround him. Reports later revealed that Turkish authorities had even tapped his phone months before his death.

Still, he stayed.

He did not run from his mission.

And on February 5, 2006, while kneeling before God in prayer, he offered his life completely.

Father Andrea Santoro reminds us that true missionaries do not conquer with power.

They conquer with love.

And even when hatred fired bullets into his back, his life continued to preach the Gospel of compassion, courage, and peace.

May his heroic legacy of dialogue and compassion live on long after his martyrdom.

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@Excellentsalvic A. Of course

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@Arrowheading @AdamSchefter @NFL_DovKleiman 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😖😂

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@NFLExcelerated @AdamSchefter @AroundTheNFL They’ll step up 😏

[Trial and (T)error @eigentlichMike]

@elonmusk You can for a while if the goal is to redistribute wealth. And then of course it all implodes.

[Sachin Jose @Sachinettiyil]

Spanish climbers restored a cross to the summit of Spain's Aneto mountain after it was vandalised again. It had originally been placed there by 18-year-old Frenchman Maël Le Lagadec to replace a
decades-old cross that had also been destroyed.

Video: Jose Roman