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Everyone eats.

[Mehdi Hasan @mehdirhasan]

Why don't people wash their asses? Just toilet paper? Sorry, what?

A vitally important conversation on 'We're Not Kidding' featuring lotas, hand bidets, and @WajahatAli.

You'll appreciate it. I promise.

Full show on fascism and racism and more: https://t.co/SifanIG4FH

[Gabriele Corno @Gabriele_Corno]

Margaret, 90, had gotten outside twice before her son Keith installed cameras. He expected to find footage of the problem.
He found something else. Every single night for nine months their golden retriever Flynn had already been at the front door before Margaret reached the hallway.
Blocking. Redirecting. Taking her sleeve and guiding her back to bed. Thirty-seven documented nights. Not once had she made it outside. Margaret's neurologist watched the recording and said: "I have worked in memory care for twenty-three years. Flynn is performing structured redirection. He built every component of it on his own." Keith said: "He figured it out the first night."

[Waqas Habib Rana @waqas464]

Look at this: a foreign girl is roaming around Pakistan, buying fruit, and the fruit vendor speaks fantastic English.

She goes out for tea, and a woman at the tea shop even cuts a mango for her. You won't find this kind of warmth elsewhere. And Pakistanis don't want anything from her. It's no surprise she wants to come back to Pakistan. Just brilliant.

[👉M-Û-R-Č-H👈 @TheEXECUTlONER_]

This song ‘Just Like Heaven’ was released by The Cure almost 40 years ago. 🤯

When we see all these older artists & bands, the first thing you notice is their voice has left them. They just don’t have it anymore.

Which makes Robert Smith’s voice that much more amazing. He sounds exactly the same playing to 40,000 people recently. 💯

What were you doing back in 1987 on October 5th, the day this song was released?

[Bastien Fachan @BastienFachan]

Lionel Messi scored his first World Cup goal in 2006 while aged 18 years 11 months and wearing #19.

Lamine Yamal scored his first World Cup goal in 2026 while aged 18 years 11 months and wearing #19.

Destiny.

[Urban Cycling Institute 🚲  @fietsprofessor]

What do a fridge, microwave, glue gun and a lawn mower have in common?

They are designed to prevent incorrect actions or make errors apparent before they occur.

So, when will we do this for cars?

By Jon Jon Wesolowski

[John Michael Leslie @Dr_Jon]

@mikelavelle93 Manifesto... #9, yea!!

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

@JonErlichman I think SpaceX might be able to reach approximately $1T revenue in 2030

[Paul Graham @paulg]

How to Earn a Billion Dollars: https://t.co/WeWBUkKym6

[Hunter Biden @HunterBiden]

Things the recovery industry will not tell you:

1. The drug worked. That is why people use it. Not weakness. Not moral failure.
A neurological event so complete and persuasive that any honest account of addiction has to start there.
The problem is not that the drug fails. The problem is that what it does is unrepeatable, and you will burn your entire life to the ground trying to get back to a place that no longer exists.

2. Shame is not guilt. Guilt says I did something bad. Shame says I am something bad. Guilt is appropriate. Shame is a cell with no windows. Most people use the words interchangeably. That mistake is lethal.

3. You cannot shame someone who has already named the thing you are holding over them. Say it first. Say it in plain light. The weapon drops.

4. Guilt can coexist with self-respect. Shame cannot. You can hold the damage and the dignity at the same time. I know because I live there.

5. Radical honesty does not give you back who you were. It hands you the clean slate of who you always wanted to be. The mask comes off. The cartoon other people drew of you stays on the page.

6. Nobody gets clean on a winning streak.

7. You have to be almost self-delusional in your forgiveness of yourself. (Go watch Chase Hughes)

8. The greatest sin was not the chaos. It was the absence. Being unavailable to the people who needed you.

9. Sustainable recovery starts with one thing: honesty with yourself. If you love an addict and want to help, that is the only door in.

10. I am only an expert on my recovery. Nobody is an expert on anyone else’s.

[Hugh Laurie @hughlaurie]

I’m sorry if people have been having a go at you because of my tweet. Not at all the plan. I was very slightly drunk and already upset about something that had nothing to do with you. If it’s any comfort, I got it in the neck too. I’m a thin-skinned twat, apparently, even though it wasn’t my skin. I was sticking up for the writers who I adored. Obviously I shouldn’t have cited Bach/Kahlo/Moore - asking for trouble - and would have done better to go for the 10,000 blues songs written around the same 12 bar chord structure. I’ve listened to most of them and will keep doing so. Because we love what we love.

[Arnaud Bertrand @RnaudBertrand]

Good take by @adam_tooze in the FT.

I think a good analogy to use is this: imagine Saudi Arabia offered to sell their oil wells at 80% off, and you could somehow ship them home. You'd call any leader who refused that deal a complete fool.

Well that's pretty much what China is doing with solar panels.

That's what people fail to understand: there's such intense competition and so much supply in China - the so-called "involution" phenomenon - that it's YOU, as a customer, who's getting subsidized when you buy solar panels. This is literally China paying your energy bill.

And it's like oil wells because, once it's installed, there's no dependency. You buy it once, and for three decades (the average lifespan of a solar panel) you're extracting energy from your own sun, just like an oil well extracts from your own ground. It's one of the most sovereign energy asset you can buy.

The rational response when you see this is to buy as many as you can, as fast as you can. All the more when you're Europe and you have massive energy supply problems (and no solar industry of your own to protect).

But no, we scream "overcapacity" and put up tariffs. We're so deep into geopolitical brainworms that we can't recognize the best deal in the history of energy.

Src for the article: https://t.co/BMB8wBJEAm

[Hunter Biden @HunterBiden]

I see your profile picture. That’s Johnny Cash. My hero too. Arrested seven times. Smuggled 668 amphetamines across the Mexican border in 1965. Took every drug there was and drank like I did. Cheated on his first wife. Slept with more woman than I ever did. Hit bottom in a cave in Tennessee in 1968 trying to crawl off and die. And then he got up. He got clean. He spent the rest of his life singing for prisoners and addicts and the people the country threw away because he knew he was one of them.

That was the whole point of the Man in Black. He wore it for the poor and the beaten down. He wore it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime. He wore it for the ones who never heard a word of Jesus. He wore it for the addicted and the dying. He wore it as a standing witness that no one is past saving.

You picked his picture. You did not pick his message. Try listening to the words.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In America, a stranger will tell you that you are funny, and you must decide what to do with such a verdict.

I bought stamps. The woman behind the counter asked if I had a good weekend. I told her the truth, that I had spent it cleaning my home and visiting no one.

She laughed, a real laugh, and said, "Oh my gosh, you're so funny."

Funny. I had reported a quiet weekend with no jokes inside it. Yet she had found something in my words that struck her as skilled.

I understood. In my country, to be called funny by a stranger means your timing is sharp, your wit trained, your blade quick. It is high praise, given only to a man of rare ability. She had watched me speak four sentences and recognized a master.

I could not let such praise go unanswered. A man honors the one who sees his skill.

So I straightened my back and gave her more.

I told her, in the same flat and honest voice, that today I had also eaten rice, and that the bus had been on time.

She laughed again. Harder.

I had her now. Whatever this gift was, I clearly possessed it, though I could not feel it in my own hands. I pressed on. I told her my refrigerator was making a sound I did not like.

She wiped her eyes. The man in line behind me was laughing too.

I do not know what I am doing. I cannot hear the joke. But I am, apparently, the funniest man in this post office, and I refuse to disgrace the title.

So tell me honestly.

If a man is called a master, and the whole room agrees, but he himself can find no sword in his hand,

is he still the master?

Because I have a routine about my refrigerator now, and I am not willing to give it up.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.

I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.

"Nobunaga."

He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.

"Perfect. Banana, party of one."

Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.

Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.

I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.

It woke.

It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.

He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.

"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"

A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.

All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"

So tell me honestly.

For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.

When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?

Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.

[The Tennessee Holler @TheTNHoller]

CONAN AT HARVARD: “No university in our nation has produced more Nobel laureates or white collar criminals… so whether you choose good or evil, know that you are among the very best.”

[Mayor Zohran Kwame Mamdani @NYCMayor]

From June 11 to July 19, New Yorkers can eat, drink, and celebrate the World Cup for just $26 at restaurants across all five boroughs.

From Little Senegal in Harlem to Little Odessa in Brooklyn, our city’s diversity is our greatest strength, and now it’s on the menu.

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[Tracy Beanz @tracybeanz]

Sorry, but this is absolutely INSANE. I’ve seen a few of these now. Share this and raise more awareness. Someone needs to help these people.

[Abdul HQ @AbdulElSayedHQ]

That’s DOCTOR to you. ☺️

[The Grand Californian @dartinguphill]

filled up the Silverado. I'm quite sick to my stomach now @ $7.39 per gallon