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Since we've brought up the necessity of good automotive maintenance I thought it would be worthwhile to mention two of the finer points of auto mechanicking. First point is to understand that you can always use a bigger hammer, you'd be amazed at how useful a good 5 pound sledge hammer can be.
The second point pertains to stuck bolts. Don't waste your time futzing around with it. If it won't go get yourself a nice big cheater bar, it extends the useful leverage of your typical open end or box end wrench. Then throw everything you've got into it and just force it. Don't worry if it breaks, that's good, then at least you know it needed replacing anyways.
For additional advice on good auto mechanicking I strongly recommend any of the books by auto mechanick extraordinaire Patrick McManus. You'll learn more in 10 minutes about working on cars reading one of his books than you could learn anywhere else in the world in half the time. 😁😂🤣my personal favorite is, The Night The Bear Ate Goombaw.
@KramersFaith Yes, Gordon B. Hinckley was the prophet when I joined the church. He was very influential in my early years in the church. I remember I collected together a book of his quotes
This Memorial Day, remember that the Constitution is divinely inspired and worth defending.
In 2021, President Oaks (@OaksDallinH) gave a talk on the topic of our divinely inspired Constitution.
Take a moment and listen. 🇺🇸
@wakeupusa Yeah? I don't think you have any idea what is waiting for you behind the average MAGA door. But hay FAFO. I sure hope it's captured on camera. It'll be a hoot.
In Auschwitz, my mother taught me three rules.
Not stories. Not prayers. Rules. The kind that kept you alive.
Rule one: Never make eye contact with a guard.
Rule two: Never show that you are sick.
Rule three: Never, ever, lose your bowl.
I was five years old. I memorized them the way other children memorize nursery rhymes.
The bowl was a small tin thing. Dented. Scratched. It held whatever thin soup they gave us once a day. If you lost your bowl, you had no bowl. If you had no bowl, you had no ration. If you had no ration, you understand.
I guarded that bowl with everything I had. I slept with it. I held it against my chest during roll call. I knew where it was every second of every day.
Then one morning, I fell into the latrine.
There is no delicate way to say this. The latrines in Auschwitz were wooden boards with holes cut into them over a pit. The holes were large. I was very small. I was in a hurry. I slipped.
I went in up to my neck.
The smell. The cold. The rats. I do not need to describe it. Your mind already knows.
My mother tried to pull me out. She could not. I was slippery and she had no strength. None of us had strength. We had not eaten properly in months. She called out. Other women came. Together they pulled me free. Someone found a hose. They sprayed me down in the cold air while I stood there shaking.
I did not cry. Rule number one in Auschwitz was the same rule everywhere, do not attract attention.
But I got sick. Very sick. The kind of sick that comes from rats and filth and cold water and a body that has nothing left to fight with.
And I remembered Rule Two, never show that you are sick.
I hid it from everyone. From the guards. From the other children. Even from my mother, because I knew if she knew, she would do something. And doing something in Auschwitz got you killed.
But someone saw. I do not know who. I do not know why they helped me instead of reporting me. I never knew.
They took me to a room, a makeshift hospital. I lay in a bed, a real bed, not a wooden bunk, for the first time since we had arrived.
I do not remember much of what happened next. The fever blurred everything. Days passed like smoke.
When I came out, I still had my bowl.
I had held it even in the latrine. Even in the fever. Even in the dark when I did not know where I was or what day it was.
My mother looked at me when I came back. She looked at the bowl. She did not say anything. She just nodded, the way she nodded when something had gone the way it needed to go.
People ask me what survival looks like.
I tell them, sometimes it looks like a five year old girl climbing out of a latrine in a death camp, covered in filth, shaking with cold, still holding her tin bowl.
Because she knew that the bowl was the difference between eating and not eating. Between living and not.
Because her mother had told her. And she had listened.
I am Tova Friedman. I fell into a latrine in Auschwitz at five years old.
I came out still holding my bowl.
Tova.
#NeverForget #Survival #DaughterOfAuschwitz #ShesStillHere #TheirNamesLiveOn
@braves2430 Here is my batch. Not as pretty as the image that came with the recipe, but the taste was amazing. Really loved these. I ate 6 in one sitting.
Now that's what I'm talking about.
C'mon people. Bierocks. Here you go, very easy. Use shredded cabbage and chopped onions you can get at any grocery store, then use Rhodes frozen dinner rolls, let thaw, stuff with the filling.
Quick Bierocks
Filling:
1 lb ground beef
1 onion, chopped
½ head cabbage, shredded (or 1 bag coleslaw mix)
salt, pepper, garlic powder Brown beef + onion. Add cabbage & spices. Cook 8-10 min till soft. Cool.Dough: 12-16 frozen dinner rolls (thawed) OR 2 cans biscuits Flatten each piece. Add 2-3 tbsp filling. Pinch edges shut. Bake 375°F 15-20 min. Done.
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Maria Sheron says there is “no hope” for her husband Kerry, a 69-year-old Army veteran known for flying Trump and USA flags everywhere.
The violence on the LEFT has to stop!
H/T @CollinRugg
Love the people, love the product, love the process. This is what drives me to design. What you say is spot on, and your genius, Elon, is the ability to inspire that sentiment in others. It's not just good work ethic or inspiring others with good work ethic. It is love.
@elonmusk Love the people, love the product, love the process. This is what drives me to design. What you say is spot on, and your genius, Elon, is the ability to inspire that sentiment in others. It's not just good work ethic or inspiring others with good work ethic. It is love.
"We make no apology then for raising our voices loud to a world that is ripening in sin the lord has said,” Say nothing but repentance unto this generation; The adversary is subtle, cunning, he knows that he cannot induce good men and women immediately to do major evils so he moves slyly, whispering half truths until he has his intended victims following him finally he clamps his chains upon them and fetters them tight, and then he laughs at their discomfiture and their misery." ~ Spencer W. Kimball
@FoodPleaser When it starts to get cold. When it comes off the grill it's only good for about 5 minutes max. I want the bun toasted and it's got to be timed perfectly so that it is ready as soon as the meat is ready. Hot food is meant to be eaten hot.