Dolly Parton I 🎩🪄Will Always Love You
In memory of a true legend. 💔 Today we say goodbye to Dolly Parton, who has died at 80.
A brilliant songwriter, unforgettable voice, actress, philanthropist and one of the most beloved artists ever.
This song says it all.
Thank you, Dolly. ❤️🙏
WE LOVE YOU DOLLY
@DollyParton
Re: the Christian debate around Calvinism on X right now
I believe the following are all taught clearly according to Scripture:
God saves sinners by grace, not by finding good choosers
God chooses a people in Christ before the foundation of the world
People are still truly responsible. Unbelief is sin
Christ’s death actually accomplishes redemption for His people
Scripture also speaks of God’s love for the world and a wide gospel call
Hell is real. Not everyone is finally saved, so every Christian system “limits” salvation somehow
Scripture never says: “If God is infinitely loving, He must give the same saving outcome to every person He is able to save”
Until God moves, we are dead in sin, not neutral bystanders. Election is God’s mercy to rebels, not God blocking eager seekers
Romans 9 speaks of vessels of wrath prepared for destruction. The same Bible shows God pleading with sinners, delaying judgment, and taking no pleasure in the death of the wicked
So how do we make sense of all of these paradoxes?
This is my all-time favorite clip on the topic:
Bro this is absolutely hilarious
Why can't we just bring back hilarious humor and stop letting Karens who get angry about everything control comedy, movies, music, and literally everything?
Am I the only one that is ready to just completely ignore them?
Let them screech. The Woke Era has been the absolutely most obnoxious thing that happened in the United States.
Absolutely unbearable. It's time to completely toss in the trash for good.
BRING BACK REAL COMEDY!
This is one of the most romantic paintings in American history, but the artist hid a second story in it, one that only reveals itself once you know who the tired old man in the corner really was...
The painting is Marriage License, made by Norman Rockwell for the cover of the Saturday Evening Post in 1955. It is late on a Saturday afternoon in a small-town clerk's office. A young couple leans over the desk to fill out the paperwork for their marriage license, the man's arm around her, the woman up on tiptoe in a yellow dress to sign her name. The whole room is dim and brown, and a shaft of golden light falls through the window and lands on just the two of them, as if the day itself knows what is happening here.
Rockwell built it out of contrast: the couple glow with the beginning of everything, and, slumped in the corner, the old clerk waits, ready to go home, because for him, couples in love are just the ordinary traffic of an ordinary day.
But here is what almost no one knows: the clerk was a real man, a local shopkeeper named Jason Braman, and Rockwell chose him for a reason. Braman had recently lost his wife. Rockwell knew it, and he asked him to pose, in his own words, "as a way to give him something else to think about."
So the tired old man watching two young people promise themselves to each other is not acting. He is a widower placed by Rockwell right beside the very thing he has just lost.
Once you know that, the whole painting deepens because it is no longer only about young love. It is about the full arc of it, the beginning and the end in one room, the couple who have everything ahead and the man who had it and lost it, sitting a few feet apart in the same afternoon light.
And here's the best part: the young couple were real too, engaged in life, Joan and Francis Mahoney, and Rockwell gave them the oil sketch as a wedding present. They married. And they stayed married for the rest of their lives...
Frederick Ferguson was a Texas kid who first joined the Navy, spent four years as an aviation storekeeper, then switched to the Army to do what he really wanted, fly helicopters. By early 1968 he was a warrant officer flying Hueys with the 1st Cavalry Division. On January 31, 1968, the opening day of the Tet Offensive, he happened to be flying resupply near the city of Hue when the whole war exploded, and he flew straight into the worst of it.
Hue had just been overrun by the North Vietnamese and Viet Cong, the same battle that would see the massacre of thousands of civilians. Inside that enemy held city, a helicopter had been shot down, and its wounded crew and passengers were trapped in a tiny South Vietnamese compound, surrounded, calling for help. Every aircraft in the area was being warned to stay clear because the anti aircraft fire was murderous. Ferguson listened to the emergency calls and volunteered to go get them anyway.
There was no safe way in, so he took the insane way. He dropped his Huey down low over the Perfume River and raced up it at maximum speed, right through the heart of the enemy held city, taking fire from the buildings on the banks and from boats on the water. He threaded through all of it and then had to land in a space barely big enough for the rotor, in a blinding cloud of dust, with mortar rounds and small arms fire falling on the compound. While the wounded were loaded, exploding mortar fragments tore into his helicopter and damaged it. Ferguson did not leave. Once his passengers were aboard, he powered the battered aircraft back up off the ground and flew back out down the same river gauntlet, through the same fire, to safety.
He saved all five men. Frederick Ferguson became the first Army aviator to receive the Medal of Honor in Vietnam, presented by President Nixon in 1969, and he added two Silver Stars, a Distinguished Flying Cross, and 39 Air Medals to it over his career. He is alive today, in his eighties. A pilot who heard trapped men calling from inside a city that had just fallen, and decided the only acceptable answer was to fly up the river and get them.
Rare 1928 footage of Bascom Lamar Lunsford and his band playing “Doggett Gap.”
This is pure Appalachian music, filmed in Asheville the same year the Mountain Folk and Dance Festival began. Lunsford on fiddle and vocals, banjos and guitar locking in behind him — no polish, no stage lights, just the real thing.
Watching this feels like opening a time capsule. The playing is loose but full of life, and you can almost feel the room they’re in.
Some of the deepest roots of American music were already fully formed nearly a hundred years ago.
Anyone else get chills from old footage like this?
My mom told me, “People may hate Melania… why waste your time drawing her?” 💔
Maybe she’s right. Maybe nobody will like it. Maybe this post will get 0 retweets and no attention. 😭
But I still wanted to create this sketch because art is how I express myself. ✏️❤️
What do you honestly think of my Melania sketch? Rate it 1–10.
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Before Vietnam, she was the girl who bandaged her brothers' scraped knees and never flinched at the sight of blood. After Vietnam, her family said it felt like a stranger had come home wearing her face.
She was one of thousands of young women — some barely out of nursing school — who volunteered to serve in field hospitals across Vietnam. Most were in their early twenties. Many had never lost a patient before they arrived. In-country, they worked shifts that stretched past twenty-four hours straight, stabilizing soldiers with wounds no textbook had prepared them for, then loading them onto helicopters bound for Japan — often without ever learning whether the boy on the stretcher survived the flight.
There was no time to process any of it. Rockets fell on their hospitals at night. They wrote final letters home for men who couldn't hold a pen. They held hands as young soldiers, some barely older than teenagers, took their last breaths — then scrubbed in for the next patient minutes later.
"We did what needed to be done," one nurse recalled decades afterward. "All those young, healthy, perfect bodies, injured — that was tough to deal with. There was nothing to counterbalance that stress."
Research would later confirm that roughly one in five of these women developed PTSD at some point after their service, and many still carry symptoms of it today. They were not soldiers by the military's definition. But they carried the weight of war home all the same.
#WomenServedToo #Military
#TheVietnamWar #PTSD
My mom told me, “People hate Trump… why waste your time drawing him?” 💔
Maybe she’s right. Maybe nobody will like it. Maybe this post will get 0 retweets and no attention. 😭
But I still wanted to create this sketch because art is how I express myself. ✏️❤️
What do you honestly think of my Trump sketch? Rate it 1–10.
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