This’s the face of the richest man on Earth who dismantled the organization that feeds the poorest children on earth, and the result is a silent massacres.
Elon Musk is the world's richest man who killed the world's poorest children.
Everyone in the world should see his face.
A diarrhea-causing parasite has now infected over 1,000 Americans, spreading across 29 states.
Last year, RFK Jr and Elon Musk dissolved the CDC office responsible for preventing parasitic infections.
Every single ICE agent involved in the fatal shooting of Lorenzo Salgado Araujo must be investigated to the full extent of the law.
Video footage of the killing must be released immediately.
The American people deserve the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
We know that ICE lies—because they lie constantly.
I am DEMANDING that ICE release all of the footage related to Lorenzo Salgado Araujo's killing.
There needs to be an independent investigation immediately.
The guy in front of me at REI asked if the tent came in living room size.
Employee: For camping?
Guy: For a dog.
Employee: (pause) A camping dog?
Guy: An emotionally complicated dog.
I was there buying wool socks and immediately stopped pretending not to listen.
The employee pulled down two boxes and started giving him the usual pitch about weather resistance and pack weight.
Guy: I don't care if it survives a mountain. I care if it survives my apartment during thunderstorms.
That got my attention.
He was maybe early forties, still in work clothes, holding a chewed-up leash like evidence.
Guy: I adopted this dog in March. Sweetest animal I've ever met until it rains. Then he tries to crawl under the bathtub.
Employee: Have you tried a crate?
Guy: He bent the crate door.
Me: Big dog?
Guy: Eighty pounds of panic.
He showed us a picture. Huge black mutt with one ear up and one ear doing whatever it wanted.
Me: Yeah, that's not fitting under a chair fort.
Guy: I made him three of those. He destroyed two and cried in the third.
Employee: Vet say anything?
Guy: Build him a den. Small enclosed space. Sit with him. Make it feel normal.
He looked around the store.
Guy: So now I'm here, apparently buying my dog a nicer shelter than I've ever owned.
We ended up helping him pick a pop-up tent because the employee said if thunder started, he didn't want to be fighting poles and instructions while a dog was having an existential crisis.
Guy: Important question. Can a grown man fit in there with one unreasonable dog?
Employee: If you like each other, yes.
Guy: He likes me. I don't know if he respects me.
At checkout the cashier asked if he needed stakes.
Guy: Unless my living room gets windy, I think we're good.
I went back a week later because I forgot the socks.
Same employee saw me and grinned.
Employee: Tent dog guy came back.
Me: No way.
Employee: Brought a picture.
He showed me his phone.
The dog was dead asleep inside the tent on a pile of couch cushions, stretched out like he paid rent. The guy was half in, half out, folded at the waist with a paperback in one hand.
Employee: He said the storm lasted two hours. Dog didn't shake once.
Me: What about him?
Employee: He said his back may never recover but it was the best night's sleep the dog had since he brought him home.
Honestly, fair trade.