Who is writing & editing this crap? This has to be a joke.... It’s not a joke? To call this #FakeNews is an insult to fake news. @CNN IQ just dropped below zero.
In the nine months beginning with November 2016, about 3.2% to 3.6% more preterm births to Latina women occurred above the levels of preterm births that would have been expected had the election not occurred, the study suggests https://t.co/K92ZcM6h2T
"THE LAWS OF HUMANITY"
In 1940, in the midst of World War II, Italian submarine commander Salvatore Todaro made a decision that is still regarded as one of the most humane acts in the history of naval warfare.
While on combat patrol in the Atlantic Ocean, his submarine, Comandante Cappellini, sank the Belgian merchant ship Kabalo.
According to the laws of war, everything should have ended there. The submarine was expected to dive immediately and leave the area. Remaining on the surface meant risking the lives of the crew and jeopardizing the entire mission.
But Todaro saw something else. Among the wreckage in the cold ocean were people fighting for their lives.
Sailors. Shipwreck survivors. Men with little chance of being rescued in time.
He did what no one expected. He ordered the submarine to surface and take as many survivors aboard as possible. There was not enough room for everyone, so some had to remain in a lifeboat. Then Todaro went even further: he ordered the lifeboat to be tied to the submarine and began towing it toward a safe shore.
For several days, the submarine traveled almost defenseless — slowly, on the surface, constantly risking detection and attack. Crew members reminded their commander that he was endangering the entire operation for the sake of men who had been the enemy only hours earlier.
Todaro's reply became legendary:
"They are not enemies now. They are sailors."
After delivering the survivors safely and handing them over to local authorities, the submarine resumed its military mission.
More than 80 years have passed. Countries, borders, and wars have changed.
Yet this story reminds us of something important: even in the darkest times, a person remains human. Sometimes a single act speaks of true greatness far more than any victory on the battlefield.
For there are the laws of war.
And then there are the laws of humanity.
And it is those that are remembered the longest.
Bill Clinton: “I killed myself trying to give the Palestinians a state. I had a deal they turned down that would have given them all of Gaza and 97% of the West Bank. You name it. They turned it down.”
The Palestinians never wanted peace.
This must be shared every single day.
😮 Elon Musk paid $11 BILLION in taxes in a single year.
Not $11 million.
Not $110 million.
Eleven. Billion. Dollars.
While politicians who have never built a company, never met a payroll, never created an industry, and never risked their own capital stand at podiums demanding he pay ‘his fair share.’
How much is enough?
$11 billion wasn’t enough.
Creating hundreds of thousands of jobs wasn’t enough.
Revolutionizing electric vehicles wasn’t enough.
Revolutionizing spaceflight wasn’t enough.
Building global communications networks wasn’t enough.
The truth is simple:
For some people, success itself is the offense.
They don’t want more Elon Musks.
They want fewer.
Because a citizen who creates wealth is harder to control than a citizen dependent on government.
One man paid more in taxes than entire nations collect.
And somehow he’s still the villain.
The numbers aren’t the scandal.
The envy is.
#AStoneGroove #SilentMajoritySpeaks
Again for those in the back, Elon once offered to cut a check for $6 BILLION to the WFB to "eliminate World hunger" as they said the money could. His one condition was that the accounting was public.
They did not accept.
Obama’s ICE Chief got a Presidential Award for removing almost 1 MILLION illegal aliens.
Trump's ICE Chief got called a Nazi for doing the same thing.
Y'all wanna know what's funny?
It is the same person!!
Meet Tom Homan
20 years ago, An Inconvenient Truth put climate change at the center of global debate, shaping politics, influencing leaders, and inspiring a generation of activists.
Two decades later, we can assess not just its impact, but its accuracy. Many of the film’s most alarming predictions did not materialize, while many of the policies it inspired have proven costly and ineffective.
The lesson? Panic is a poor guide for public policy. Focusing on innovation, adaptation, and economic development can do far more to help both people and the climate—at a fraction of the cost.
https://t.co/EIJyuNeFU1
On This Day — June 10, 1977
Just three decades after the Holocaust — when the world closed its doors and left Jews to die on sinking ships and in sealed trains — the State of Israel rescued 66 Vietnamese refugees drifting helplessly in the South China Sea and made them citizens.
For the first time in nearly 2,000 years of exile and powerlessness, the Jewish people had sovereignty … and they chose to use it to save strangers.
In the middle of the vast ocean, a leaking wooden boat carried 66 terrified men, women, and children with no food, no water, and failing SOS signals ignored by ships from East Germany, Norway, Japan, and Panama. Death was closing in.
The Israeli cargo ship Yuvali, en route to Taiwan, spotted them. Captain Meir Tadmor radioed Haifa for instructions. Prime Minister Menachem Begin personally gave permission, and the Jewish crew took every soul aboard, fed them, clothed them, and diverted their voyage — sailing home to Israel.
When the ship arrived, Begin — whose parents and brother were murdered in the Holocaust — stood before the Knesset and declared with deep emotion:
“We Jews know what it is to be refugees. We know the agony of wandering the seas while the world looks away. For the first time in two millennia, we are no longer powerless wanderers. We are a sovereign nation — and therefore it is natural for us to give these people a haven in the Land of Israel.”
This first group of 66 was only the beginning. Between 1977 and 1979, tiny Israel — still absorbing its own Jewish refugees from Arab lands and the Soviet Union — welcomed more than 300 Vietnamese boat people in total, granting them full citizenship and a new life.
Many of these Vietnamese-Israelis went on to build beautiful, fully integrated lives in the Jewish state. Their children grew up speaking Hebrew, served in the IDF, started families with Israeli spouses, and thrived in professions ranging from business and policing to the restaurant industry — becoming a small but vibrant thread in the tapestry of Israeli society.
This was not politics.
This was the Jewish soul speaking.
After centuries of being the stranger, the outcast, the one no empire would shelter … the Jewish people were finally the ones with the power to open their gates. And they chose to remember.
Hoekstra on Trump saying the US doesn't need anything from Canada: You maybe don't like the way the president says it, but take it in the tone of what he's saying is, we're open to offers. Make your case.
Legacy media spent years treating Donald Trump like he was one rally away from personally restarting the Third Reich.
- Madison Square Garden? Basically Nuremberg 2.0.
- Talking about immigration the wrong way? Straight out of Mein Kampf.
- A CPAC speech? Apparently comparable to the Holocaust if you asked the right CNN guest.
Then a Democratic Senate candidate shows up with a deliberate Nazi tattoo ... an ex-girlfriend confirmed to the New York Times that he got it on purpose ... and suddenly the entire vocabulary changes.
Now it’s “new reporting about his vulnerabilities.”
Now it’s the “latest turmoil” for the candidate.
Now his past is just being “weaponized” against him.
Same outlets. Same basic story: Nazi-adjacent imagery. Completely different moral register.
The New York Times ran headlines linking Trump’s rally to the Garden’s Nazi history while describing Platner’s tattoo situation like he was dealing with seasonal allergies. NBC called it “latest turmoil.” The Washington Post framed Trump’s rhetoric as echoing Hitler and Mussolini, then turned around and treated a guy with an actual Nazi logo on his body like he was the victim of mean opposition research.
This isn’t subtle bias. It’s two entirely separate languages. One reserved for Republicans, where even loose analogies trigger full Hitler sirens. One for Democrats, where literal Nazi iconography gets wrapped in therapy-speak and damage-control framing.
The standard isn’t “how close is this to actual Nazi shit.” The standard is “which party would get hurt by us saying it plainly.”
They don’t hate Nazi aesthetics. They hate Republican ones.
(article below)
Our collective heart is shattered and our blood calls out for justice.
A young Jewish woman — a 23-year-old nurse — was viciously assaulted on the NYC subway in broad daylight. A woman screamed the medieval blood libel “Jews are eating kids!” at her, “I smell the kids on you,” then choked her, threw her to the ground, beat her, and ripped out chunks of her hair. The victim ended up hospitalized with a concussion.
This wasn’t random rage — it was pure, ancient Jew-hatred unleashed in 2026 New York.
And where is Mayor Zohran Mamdani? Four days of deafening silence. No condemnation. No statement. No leadership.
This is not leadership. This is complicity.
When the highest elected official in our city refuses to speak out against a brazen antisemitic attack — especially amid a shocking 70% surge in anti-Jewish hate crimes — it sends a clear message: Jewish New Yorkers are fair game. Mamdani’s rhetoric, his policies, and his selective silence have helped foster an environment where medieval blood libels are shouted on our subways and Jews are targeted for simply existing.
This young woman could have been any one of us. Any Jewish mother, daughter, sister, grandmother riding the train home. She is someone’s child. Someone who chose to heal others — and was brutalized for being Jewish.
How many more attacks will it take? How many more silent days from City Hall?
We are not strangers in this city. Brooklyn, our neighborhoods, our history — we built lives here after the Holocaust. We deserve to ride the subway, walk the streets, and live without fear.
Enough. Call out the hate. Demand leadership that protects every New Yorker — including Jews.
Silence in the face of blood libels and violence is not neutrality. It is permission.
My heart weeps for this young woman.
Never again means never again — not even in 2026 New York.
Tonight, as I do every year at this time, I’ll be raising a glass to a scared young man, who 82 years ago was preparing to go ashore on the beaches of Normandy as part of an event code-named Operation Overlord.
D-Day.
I can’t imagine what was going through his mind. I’d be scared to death and I’m sure he was too. But in that first wave was a 21-year-old Private First Class from Henry County, VA by the name of Allen Homer Sink.
Fortunately, he would survive that initial wave, participate in battle until it ended in August, then come home to marry and raise a family of four, including two daughters after the war ended.
He would also become my father-in-law until his death in 2006.
His nickname for some reason was “Hank” and when I asked him how he got it, he said some guy in the Army said he “looked like a Hank.” From the time I first met him, he was a salt-of-the-earth man who was never afraid of anything. He was a carpenter by trade, and he’d stand up on the tallest roofs, grab bumblebees with his bare hands when they tried to persuade him to move elsewhere, and never be bothered by anything.
His hands were tough and leathery, but he was a softie. He spoiled his children, complained when my mother-in-law would gripe about something involving one of his alleged misdeeds, and always thought he was fooling everybody when he snuck around the back of the house and lit a cigarette, a habit everyone opposed but he could never part himself from.
He could talk your ear off for hours at a time, and I always suggested he become a greeter at Wal-Mart when he retired because then he could talk all day to strangers and none of them would – like his wife and daughters often did – tell him to be quiet for a few moments. Yet for all his love of talking, there was one subject he just wouldn’t discuss.
June 6, 1944. Omaha Beach.
In 1998, when he was 76 years old, the subject came up again. The movie “Saving Private Ryan” came out and the beginning was gruesome. Reviews said it was incredibly realistic to what really happened that day. I asked Hank if he wanted to go see it.
“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t ever want to see any of that again.”
He did offer that he remembered the night before when troops were loaded into the boats for the amphibious assault. He said it was raining and that once everyone was in place, they gave everybody ice cream and told them to try to get some sleep. Then the next thing he knew, they were waking everybody up telling them to stay low and head for the beach.
No, that doesn’t sound like somebody drugged the ice cream. Not at all.
That’s all he would say about the subject, and he never said another word about it until the final months of his life. Alzheimer’s would gradually rob him of his mind, and as his condition deteriorated, memories of the past would briefly spill out. One evening he thought I was his commanding officer and he was back at Normandy. It is the only time I ever saw him where he appeared to be scared. Ever.
It reminds me every day of something I had unknowingly taken for granted. The greatest generation did fight in and win World War II, then did incredible things over the next 50 to 60 years after the war. But many carried unspeakable memories from the War, ones they would never talk about and carry inside them to their graves. Those veterans lost a piece of themselves in battle they would never, ever, get back.
I mean, how can you at the tender age of 21 storm a beach, see friends die only a few feet from you, wonder each night if you will wake up alive the next morning and then return home a year later and try to pick up on the same normal life you had before you left? I told him once that after seeing “Saving Private Ryan”, I understood why he was never afraid of anything; after you’ve made it through something like that, everything else pales in comparison.
So tonight, I raise a glass to Hank and the 150,000-plus men, who like my father-in-law, were very young, very scared, and still charged that beach, paying a price that even for the survivors would last the rest of their days.
Rest In Peace...