BREAKING:@theJusticeDept files first-of-its-kind suit against Kansas City, Kansas Public Schools for secretly helping kids "transition" genders at school—behind parents' backs. No consent, no notice, just a hidden policy—violating FERPA & PPRA. @CivilRights is taking it to court!
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I’ve spent many weeks doing fieldwork in Tibet, sitting above these enormous, deeply incised Himalayan river systems and seeing firsthand just how geologically active this landscape is.
So spare me the climate-change grift every time a natural disaster strikes.
Catastrophic glacial outburst floods are not new. The 1981 Zhangzangbo GLOF released ~20 million m³ of water and debris into Nepal, with estimated peak discharge approaching 16,000 m³/s. The Himalayas experienced enormous GLOFs long before today's atmospheric CO₂ concentrations.
If it happened naturally in the past, we should expect it to happen naturally again in the future—regardless of atmospheric CO₂.
Turning a horrific loss of life into an immediate climate-change narrative without demonstrating that CO₂ caused this particular event isn't attribution. It's opportunism.
And the people exploiting tragedy to do it are grifters.
The bridge jump in The Man With The Golden Gun. No CGI, no wires, no models. An actual car doing a corkscrew turn and landing on its tyres. Maths, physics, computer modelling and an excellent stunt driver made this possible.
Everyone knows Paul Revere rode to warn that the British were coming. Almost nobody knows Jack Jouett, who made a ride that was longer, more dangerous, and arguably saved the entire government of Virginia, including a man named Thomas Jefferson. History gave one rider a famous poem. The other it basically forgot.
By June 1781 the war had come to Jefferson's doorstep. British forces were tearing through Virginia, and the state government, including Governor Jefferson and legislators like Patrick Henry, had fled the capital and holed up in Charlottesville. The British saw a golden chance: send fast cavalry to snatch up the governor and the whole legislature in one raid and behead Virginia's government at a stroke. The man they sent was Banastre Tarleton, the most feared cavalry commander in America, riding hard with 250 dragoons.
On the night of June 3, Jouett, a big young Virginia militiaman, happened to be at the Cuckoo Tavern in Louisa County when Tarleton's column thundered past in the dark. He instantly understood what they were after. So he took off on his horse, roughly 40 miles through the night, to beat them to Charlottesville.
And his ride was brutal in a way Revere's never was. Tarleton had the good main road, so Jouett couldn't use it. He crashed cross-country in the dark over old, overgrown back trails and deer paths, branches whipping his face so badly that, the story goes, he carried the scars for the rest of his life. He rode all night through the Virginia backcountry, bleeding, and reached Monticello at dawn.
He made it in time. Jouett warned Jefferson at Monticello, then galloped down into Charlottesville to rouse the legislators. Jefferson calmly sent his family off, gathered some papers, and rode away from Monticello just minutes before Tarleton's dragoons came up the mountain to grab him. The legislature scattered to safety in Staunton. Because of Jouett, the British raid netted only a handful of stragglers instead of the governor and the government of Virginia.
Think about what almost happened. If Jouett had been an hour slower, the British might have captured Thomas Jefferson, the author of the Declaration of Independence, two years before the war even ended, along with much of Virginia's leadership. Virginia was so grateful it voted him a sword and a pair of pistols. And then the centuries did their quiet work, and the man who out-rode Bloody Tarleton to save a future president faded almost completely out of the story. Paul Revere got Longfellow. Jack Jouett got forgotten. He deserved better.
"It is a joke.
The game is becoming a freaking joke because of the nerds who are running it.
These guys played rotisserie baseball at Harvard or wherever the f--- they went and they thought they figured the f---ing game out.
They don't know s---.
A bunch of f---ing nerds running the game.
You can't slide into second base.
You can't take out the f---ing catcher because Posey was in the wrong position and they are going to change all the rules.
You can't pitch inside anymore.
I'd like to knock some of these f---ers on their ass.
Ryan Braun is a f---ing steroid user.
He gets a standing ovation on "Opening Day" in Milwaukee.
How do you explain that to your kid after throwing people under the bus and lying through his f---ing teeth?
They don't have anyone passing the f---ing torch to these people.
If I had acted like that, you don't go in that f---ing dugout.
There are going to be 20 f---ing guys waiting for you."
Goose Gossage.
Baseball Ambassador.
Legend!!!
LOL you think my voters are going to vote for the crying carpetbagger in charge of homelessness who "found" 40K votes on Skid Row 7 days after the election?
Unelected state bureaucrats are destroying our family home of 50 years—making it illegal to do basic and necessary maintenance on our own property. And because of that, we are going to lose our house.
Yes, you read that right.
Let me explain from scratch, because it’s honestly hard to believe.
Every year, a few tons of wind-blown sand pile up against our family’s home in Cannon Beach, Oregon. For over 50 years, once a year, our family has hired a crew—at our own expense, with a permit from our city—to move that sand back onto the beach. Same basic routine maintenance our whole life. It also keeps the public beach-access path next to us clear and safe for everyone. Nothing was ever harmed, and it cost the state nothing.
Last year, out of nowhere, the Oregon Parks & Recreation Department (OPRD) went over the head of our own city and denied us permission to keep doing it. Nothing about the sand changed; only the permission did. Overnight, cleaning the sand off our own property became illegal.
So we fought this overreach in court. Here’s what happened:
OPRD had a proper way to challenge our city's approval—through Oregon's Land Use Board of Appeals—but they missed a deadline and then simply asserted their own separate permitting authority over the ‘ocean shore’.
The state argued that THEY, not our local town, get the final say, and that letting us clear it is bad for the beach, despite not one local complaint in 50 years, plus 50 years of approval from the town. We argued the obvious: this is our property, our town approved it, and we’ve done it responsibly for half a century. In April, an administrative judge sided with the state. The simple, maddening reason we lost: a judge gave the state bureaucrats, not the local town, the benefit of the doubt.
We’re appealing in a court of law, and believe that the law is clearly on our side. But here’s the trap: an appeal takes YEARS. Our house does not have years. The sand climbs higher every month—roughly 10 feet of sand has now buried our seawall, lower deck, and staircase. If this grinds through the courts at the state’s pace, we may “win”—but on a home that’s already gone.
And they’re doing it on the taxpayer’s dime: OPRD reportedly faces a $14 million shortfall, yet spends taxpayer money to block privately-funded maintenance that costs the state nothing. For 10 months they’ve stalled. It feels less like a fair process than a strategy to make fighting cost more than a family can bear.
That’s why we need public attention—and right now. Two minutes from you actually matters. We want people to reach out to Oregon Governor Tina Kotek by name because OPRD answers to her; by law, it is appointed by the Governor and serves at her pleasure. She sits on top of the agency doing this and has the power to step in. She simply has to care—and enough public pressure gives her the reason.
How you can help for free and for two minutes of your time:
- Go to https://t.co/EcQGyq87zZ and send Governor Kotek the pre-written email (one tap).
- Or, repost this.
- Or, if you can, donate to the legal fund on the site. My mom put her entire retirement into fighting this in the courts because this house means so much to our family. She is pretty much tapped out now.
Also, to address two things many people have told us, that I have to answer:
“JUST DIG IT OUT! The fine’s cheaper than the lawyers.”
Love the spirit, but it’s wrong. One: it’s no cheap fine. Digging without permission means up to $1,000/day in city penalties (a misdemeanor—jail’s on the table), PLUS up to $10,000/day from the state, they can make us haul the sand back, hit us with double or triple damages—and it instantly blows up our appeal. It wouldn’t save us. It’d end the fight, in their favor. Two: we’re doing this the RIGHT way, because we ARE right—we won’t hand them the excuse to call US the criminals.
“YOU BUILT ON A BEACH! What’d you expect?”
This isn’t the ocean reclaiming a foolish house; it’s maintenance, no different from clearing vines off your walls. Nobody says, “Let the blackberries swallow your house; that’s nature.” Clearing what nature piles on your property is how people have lived in homes since forever. The sand was never the problem; the state just made it illegal to clean it up.
Lastly, this is bigger than us. If the state can overrule our own city and criminalize basic upkeep on private land, every homeowner on the Oregon coast is next. We’re just the first house the sand reaches. We will not be the last.
Please visit https://t.co/EcQGyq87zZ to help.
More Europeans were enslaved in Barbary North Africa than Africans were transported directly to what became the United States.
It sounds extraordinary. But for centuries, European men, women, and children were captured and sold into slavery across North Africa.
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