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The value of a person is not what they believe but how they act upon those beliefs & in how their actions help or harm others. Be good to each other, tweeps.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@afshineemrani @stshinn I love stumbling upon stuff like this. Doesn't matter if it's AI. It made me smile. Thanks for posting it, Afshine.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

YESSSSSSS!

[DiscussingFilm @DiscussingFilm]

‘BLUE PLANET 3’ is officially in the works.

David Attenborough will return as the narrator.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@Cindy_Pugmom @rexthetvterrier @DatelineNBC Losing them is so damn painful.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@rexthetvterrier @DatelineNBC We all flop onto the bed at 8, and Netflix until sleep takes us... which is usually around 9.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@PhilSledge Is this all communities or just the ones that don't agree with them?

[Phil Sledge @PhilSledge]

I need your help. twitter is keeping a few communities intact. Please comment under this post and tell them to keep us!!

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@PhilSledge Good grief, #Elon. #Dogs mean the world to us. Each story about this #Dog or that #Dog brightens our lives. Please leave our wonderful community as it is... active!

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

$40 for 10 gallons of gas. Yet "Prices are coming down!" is the #MAGAMantra.
#OilCrisis #GasPrices #Trump

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@PhilSledge I cropped it a bit. Cleaning Day means everyone goes on the orange chair.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@thedobermanguy Mine bark at nothing at least 10 times before my morning coffee has kicked in.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

Showed this to my cousin, and she cried. Poor kiddo. Going through so much.
#Heartbreak #HealingPrayer #Letting... https://t.co/nIrtb6UNiQ via @YouTube

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@Ecosta_Adv @TruthTrumpPost Please put the crack pipe down.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

I'm sorry I've been away. Was under the weather and still feel like poop. Oh well. Sure beats the alternative. 😆

Goodnight tweeps. Be safe. Be well. Be good to each other. 💙

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

Some of my family had numbers tattooed on their arms. They taught me our history. Now that history repeats itself. MAGA isn't GOP. It's acrimony incarnate.

#Trump #Regime #TrumpCriminal #MAGA #NSDAP = #NSUSAP

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

Good morning, Good Spider. Thank you for the beautiful web.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

I've been on this platform far too long. 🙃
#MyXAnniversary

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@Justaranch I wish I had mine removed when I was 15.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

Trump depresses me.

[Ƭօռɨ Wɦɛɛʟɛʀ @gruffchick]

@itsme_urstruly I'd accept the offer and then ask for another month free. I miss isolation. I miss waking up, gathering wood for the stove, and putting on a pot of coffee. I miss the sound of my typewriter as I jotted down my thoughts. My annual pilgrimage lasted 1 month. Bliss.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

May 16, 1963. Gordon Cooper was orbiting Earth alone inside a capsule barely big enough to turn around in, moving at 17,500 miles per hour.
He had been up there for over a day.
Then the warnings started.
First a faulty sensor screaming that the ship was falling — it wasn't. He switched it off. Then something far worse: a short circuit knocked out the entire automated guidance system. The one that kept the capsule steady. The one that was supposed to bring him home.
Without it, reentry was nearly impossible.
Too shallow an angle and the capsule would bounce off the atmosphere back into space. Too steep and it would incinerate. The margin for error was razor thin — and every computer that was supposed to hit that margin was dead.
Down on the ground, NASA engineers watched the telemetry in silence. They could see everything going wrong. They could fix nothing.
Cooper didn't panic.
He uncapped a grease pencil and drew lines directly on the inside of his window to track the horizon. He looked up at the stars he had spent months memorizing and used their positions to orient the ship by eye. Then he set his wristwatch.
Because when you have no computers left, you become the computer.
At exactly the right moment — calculated in his head, confirmed by the stars outside — he fired the retrorockets. The capsule shook. The sky turned to fire. For several minutes, no one on Earth could reach him as plasma swallowed the ship whole.
Then the parachutes opened.
Faith 7 hit the water just four miles from the recovery ship — the single most accurate splashdown in the entire Mercury program.
The man with a wristwatch and a few pencil marks on a window had outperformed every automated system NASA had.
We talk a lot about technology saving us. And it often does.
But Cooper's story is a quiet reminder that behind every machine, there still has to be a human being who can look out the window, think clearly under pressure, and decide what to do next.
The final backup was never the software.
It was him.