What’s happening in Michigan?
Residents of Michigan you know things are getting gravely concerning when people are starting to record videos trying to bring awareness that the math isn’t mathing.
@Sentinel2NO@HZardoz@libsoftiktok
Since everyone is talking about stadiums for the World Cup and whatnot, the public high school I walk by all the time, right down the road - has a castle as part of their football stadium 🤣🤷♂️
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
@FreddyLA7 Germany, if it doesn't have one, needs to create an official Cultural Ambassador position and name @FreddyLA7 as the one for the USA.
#AmbassadorFreddy
@Jason2bartlett Wow, do I feel spoiled. This is what I grew up as normal. I can’t imagine someone TRYING to run you over, or being a teenager and not being able to hang out with your friends in the summer. We used to stop at gas stations at all hours because we went to the midnight movie.
We were absolutely floored by the millions of you that watched us make silly water sillouettes on our driveway last summer. We are starting out the summer the only way we know how, and this time it’s all about movies! What else do you want to see? We have a whole summer ahead, a driveway and a hose. The possibilities are endless!!!
Michigan under the scope by Erin Brockovich.
Saline Data Center, the prize sought by the $70,000,000 dollar woman @JocelynBenson as her reward for ignoring local residents and employing fascist concepts to force a bio-hazard on to local residents.
https://t.co/Gn6CyYQxkA
Behold: the final boss of suburbia.
This absolute reformed swamplord looked at a $40 pop-up tent, some 2x4s, and a John Deere, then declared war on sweating forever. You can take the Florida out of the sticks, but the sticks just built him a mobile yard command center with 100% shade and zero shits given.
He’s not mowing grass—he’s piloting a rolling redneck yacht through HOA waters, sipping victory while the neighbors rage-type on Nextdoor. One-man parade at 5 mph, full tiki bar vibes, eyesore upgraded to engineering legend.
Unfiltered Florida genius. Peak evolution. 🌴🍺
More people need to know that ancient Roman engineering was so precise, their aqueducts still produce clear water to this very day - 2,000 years later.