Happy Tuesday, all!
My grandma’s house still hasn’t sold, which is putting a financial strain on my family and causing anxiety.
So this is a positive energy message, for both you AND me! I hope we all get good news soon. ❤️
Take care!
Maya Angelou famously said, “Shakespeare must be a Black girl.” I heard her speak on her love for Shakespeare & his influence on her & it was very moving. she’s certainly far from the only Black writer to be inspired by Shakespeare. but a part of me feels sad that Angelou didn’t have as many actual Black girl writers to love & be inspired by as a young writer. these days, luckily, there are far more published Black girl Shakespeares to love—including Angelou herself.
Dear Republican Leaders,
Remember when we had a Senator who put country over party? Because it was the right thing to do. l can count on one hand the number of you cowards that have done the same. You have sold your souls to a felon, sex offender & cheat. History will not be kind
BREAKING: LOL! Thomas Massie turns his own camera on a Fox Digital reporter pestering him about his ex and an alleged Boebert affair – “I heard you like gay porn. Is that true? ”
Rep. Thomas Massie just delivered one of the wildest and funniest mic-drop moments of the year.
Walking on the street, Massie was approached by Fox News Digital reporter Nicholas Ballasy who asked about allegations from his ex-girlfriend including claims of an NDA and an alleged affair with House colleague Lauren Boebert.
Massie politely responded that the allegations were all false, twice. He asked Ballasy, “When did [Fox] become a tabloid?
Then he got an idea, he turned on his phone to play the journalist with a question of his own.
“So let me ask you, I heard that you like gay porn. Is that true? I just want to give you a chance to respond.”
“I’m not going to get into that,” Ballasy stammered, twice, later saying “Of course I don’t like it,” to which Massie quipped “That’s not what I heard!”
Tee hee!
As far as Republicans go, we will miss Massie, who was primaried out of Congress by Trump. He’s one of the few who actually pushes back against the worst parts of the MAGA machine, demands transparency on the Epstein files, and refuses to be a spineless soldier in Trump's imaginary army.
He just proved he’s a funny guy too.
Bob Geldof did not want them on the bill.
He had agreed to include Queen in the Live Aid lineup only reluctantly, pushed by promoter Harvey Goldsmith. By the summer of 1985, Geldof was not alone in thinking their moment had passed. Their biggest hits were nearly a decade old. Critics had started writing them off. Privately, the band itself was wondering if it was finished.
Then came July 13, 1985.
What nobody watching that day knew was what had happened the week before. Queen had booked the 400-seat Shaw Theatre near King's Cross in London and rehearsed their 21-minute set down to the exact second. Not the general shape of it. The exact second. Six songs, every beat drilled until nothing could go wrong.
And then, reportedly, their roadies disabled the sound limiters on the PA before the set. Every other band on that stage was capped. Queen was not.
At 6:41 PM, Freddie Mercury walked out. White jeans. White tank top. Studded armband. Seventy-two thousand people erupted.
He sat at the piano and played the opening of Bohemian Rhapsody, not the whole song, just enough to set the crowd on fire. Then he stood. Strode to the microphone.
Radio Ga Ga filled the stadium. Seventy-two thousand people raised their hands in perfect unison, one of the most iconic images of the entire decade.
Then Freddie stopped the band. He turned to the crowd. He opened his mouth and sang a single sustained note.
""Aaaaaaay-o.""
And waited.
Seventy-two thousand people sang it back. He went higher. They followed. Higher still. They stayed with him. Back and forth, the note climbing, the crowd holding on, the moment stretching into something that felt almost sacred.
It would later be called The Note Heard Round the World.
They tore through Hammer to Fall, Crazy Little Thing Called Love, a shortened We Will Rock You, and finally We Are the Champions. The stadium shook.
Twenty-one minutes after they walked on, Queen walked off.
Bob Geldof, the man who had not wanted them there, said afterward: ""Queen were absolutely the best band of the day. They played the best, had the best sound, used their time to the full. It was the perfect stage for Freddie: the whole world.""
An estimated 1.9 billion people across 150 nations had been watching. In 2005, music industry insiders voted it the single greatest rock performance in history. Not one of the greatest. The greatest.
Authors and musicians who were there have said those 21 minutes may have saved the band itself, that Queen was on the verge of a permanent split, and that afternoon reminded all four of them what they were still capable of together.
Freddie Mercury died on November 24, 1991. He was 45 years old.
But on July 13, 1985, for 21 minutes, standing before 72,000 people under a London summer sky, he was the most alive person on earth.
“Ukrainians and russians are brothers.”
Then answer me this.
Were we brothers during the Holodomor?
Were we brothers when Crimea was occupied?
Were we brothers when Donbas burned?
No.
You don’t destroy your brother’s home.
Ukraine was.
Ukraine is.
Ukraine will be🇺🇦
Sen. Tillis on Bill Pulte’s mass firings: “My guess is, based on his past experience, it's just going to be another hot-steamy pile of DOGE shit.”
“I think he's an incompetent sycophant and not the right person to lead DNI, and you're undermining” the next DNI