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i once accidentally ate my own contact lens

[¨̮ @krxs10]

when i see ambulances i hope like hell they make it in time so science & medicine can save a life; that's my belief system.

[tern @1goodtern]

I don't think Americans know what is being done to them.

[¨̮ @krxs10]

also: i called three different locations a total of 11 times to try to confirm that they could do it and not a single call was answered. what to heck?!!?!?

[¨̮ @krxs10]

@USPSHelp hi just a thought - update your fingerprinting services page so it shows only the locations that actually offer it. went to three locations listed as options only to be told no, they can’t/don’t do it

[¨̮ @krxs10]

@ tim burton ??!?!

[¨̮ @krxs10]

excuse me but WHO approved the line “nice work, bone daddy” in a nightmare before christmas? i need to buy them a drink

[🦇 GOLDIE @GoldCanines]

Stay aware, alert, and prepared.

https://t.co/UJrCV7AdoB is an informative site where you can see real time witness reports of ICE and their locations: observed, active, and critical.

It is more important than ever to share these resources. Do not ignore what is happening.

[¨̮ @krxs10]

*in the world
…over three years later and i’m still haunted by this typo

[¨̮ @krxs10]

i went to barnes and noble today and only spent $52…this is a major accomplishment

[¨̮ @krxs10]

but also i wish i had all the money and time isn’t he works to buy and read allllllll the books

[Kamau Franklin @kamaufranklin]

Poverty exists not because we can't feed the poor but because we can't satisfy the rich

[$ @aliyahvallen]

yes and i think more politicians should be younger & ethnically diverse. america is exactly in the state it’s in bc of OLD WHITE politicians

[Peter Twinklage @PeterTwinklage]

i’ve never quite understood this specific form of racism. America and Western countries have all sorts of food we eat with our hands! hamburgers, hot dogs, sandwiches, chicken wings, PIZZA, ribs, muffins, burritos, French fries, doughnuts, popcorn, etc. like, are you dumb?

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Power to the People ☭🕊 @ProudSocialist]

For-profit healthcare is *literally* killing us.

[Protect Kamala Harris ✊ @DisavowTrump20]

In a speech yesterday, Pete Hegseth told service-members that “diversity is not your strength.” This is Thomas Begay, one of the two living Navajo Code Talkers from World War II, who Hegseth previously removed from DOD websites.

RETWEET if you stand with Begay against Hegseth!

[Karly Kingsley @karlykingsley]

I couldn’t imagine having a billion dollars and watching people suffer because of the system that made me rich, then shrugging and saying, “I need more.” This is your friendly reminder to stop voting for billionaires that you have nothing in common with.

[Nathan J Robinson @NathanJRobinson]

maybe if Americans didn't want people speaking Spanish in America they shouldn't have conquered and annexed Puerto Rico

[Variety @Variety]

Robin Williams' daughter Zelda tells fans: “Please, just stop sending me AI videos of Dad.”

“If you’ve got any decency, just stop doing this to him and to me, to everyone even, full stop. It’s dumb, it’s a waste of time and energy, and believe me, it’s NOT what he’d want. To watch the legacies of real people be condensed down to ‘this vaguely looks and sounds like them so that’s enough’, just so other people can churn out horrible TikTok slop puppeteering them is maddening. You’re not making art, you’re making disgusting, over-processed hotdogs out of the lives of human beings, out of the history of art and music, and then shoving them down someone else’s throat hoping they’ll give you a little thumbs up and like it. Gross.”

"And for the love of EVERY THING, stop calling it ‘the future,’ AI is just badly recycling and regurgitating the past to be re-consumed. You are taking in the Human Centipede of content, and from the very very end of the line, all while the folks at the front laugh and laugh, consume and consume."

Read more here: https://t.co/7UkzYSQ2Ja

[David Hogg 🟧 @davidhogg111]

Not only is it historically and factually inaccurate, but it is also deeply irresponsible. From the critical role female spies played in the American revolution to the Navajo code talkers in WWII our diversity has always been and remains one of our nation’s greatest strengths.

[Craig Spencer MD MPH @Craig_A_Spencer]

In 18 years as an ER doc, I ask about immigration status about as often as I ask about insurance—which is never

My job is to respond to the person in front me, as if neither immigration or insurance matters

Because in that moment, neither of those things matter

So tell me, what do Americans want me to do when the person dying before me is undocumented? Let them die?

And what if they’re uninsured? Check that they’ve paid their monthly dues before I check their pulse?

We should stop making this an argument about providing emergency care to certain populations

And start asking how it reflects on us all if we’re truly willing to withhold care in those moments of emergency, just because of what a piece of paper might or might not say

[Scott Barber @thescottbarber]

Putting wheels on this cross to bear is the best possible metaphor for American Evangelicalism