Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Transplanted legal citizen from Lancashire. Your misinformation is my truth. Not a member of the Role Model Club. Brick walls are underrated.

[Sam Phillips @SamPhillip70654]

England fans in 1 night in 1 pub drank 5000 pints and 2500 bottles which led to the police being asked to help send them home as they ran out of beer.

Scottish consumed 3x more beer than what was drank on st patricks day.

The US really didnt prepare for English and scots

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

Blue bags up.

Japan 2, Netherlands 2 — an absolute thriller in Arlington. And then the real show started.

The Japanese end pulls out thousands of bright blue bags. First they wave them like flags, bouncing and chanting until the whole section is one giant wall of blue. Then — same bags, new mission. They fan out across the stands and scoop up every bottle, wrapper and cup till the seats look brand new.

And who's right in the middle of it, grinning with a bag in his hand? Jameis Winston. Giants QB. Heisman winner. Out there cleaning up with the Samurai Blue like it's the best gig of his summer.

No chore. No lecture. Just a party that cleans up after itself.

Best fans on the planet. 🇯🇵💙

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

@Patrick98109645 @RapidReport2025 @teammagakim And smell. How toxic is that stuff??

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

@libsoftiktok Pervert

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

Disgusting. Just pigs at the trough of greed

[Ricardo @Ric_RTP]

This AI just exposed the BIGGEST legal insider trading operation in America.

A platform called GovGreed built a seven-layer machine learning system that cross-references every stock trade disclosed by every sitting politician against the bills their committees control, the campaign donations they receive, and the companies their votes directly impact.

It scored all 540 politicians currently in Congress. And the numbers are crazy:

56% of every stock purchase made by Congress in the last 16 months was on a stock directly affected by a bill the buyer later voted on. That is 6,170 out of 11,016 total purchases.

More than HALF of all congressional stock buys are on companies whose fate that same politician is about to decide.

343 of 540 Congress members actively trade stocks while holding access to nonpublic legislative information.

That is 63.8% of the entire legislature making market bets with an informational edge that would put any hedge fund manager in prison.

The AI identified 752 active "Triple Signals" in the current Congress. A Triple Signal fires when three conditions line up at once:

The politician sits on the committee controlling a bill, they traded stock in a company affected by that bill, AND they received campaign contributions from that same industry.

Bills carrying these insider indicators pass at 5.4 TIMES the normal rate.

Now look at the individual leaderboard:

- Nancy Pelosi's estimated portfolio sits at $194 million with a Greediness score of 98.1 out of 100
- Ro Khanna made 13,231 trades across 800+ different tickers
- Michael McCaul made 32,302 trades and filed 6,670 of them late
- Thomas Suozzi filed 86.4% of his trades late with an average delay of 396 days, meaning his disclosures landed over a YEAR after he made the trade

And then there is Lisa McClain, the fourth-ranking Republican in the House. She has made 1,443 trades in three years, more than 98% of all politicians tracked.

She violated the STOCK Act twice in a single year, disclosing up to $900,000 in trades months after the legal deadline. Her husband bought up to $250,000 in Elon Musk's xAI, which quietly converted into SpaceX equity before last Friday's $2 trillion IPO.

The penalty for all of this? A $200 fine.

The number of Congress members ever prosecuted under the STOCK Act since it passed in 2012? Zero.

And the cruelest part is this:

A bill to ban congressional stock trading was introduced in January 2026. It has bipartisan support. Over 80% of American voters want it passed.

But Congress is sitting on it, because the people who would have to vote yes are the same people making millions from the system staying exactly the way it is.

They write the insider trading laws, they exempt themselves from enforcement, they trade on the information those laws generate, and when they get caught, they pay a fine that is basically nothing.

The AI didn't discover anything Congress was hiding. It just organized what was already public into a pattern so obvious that nobody can pretend it isn't there anymore.

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

@thomas_garrard Also in Alabama. I love it here.

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

Correct! Another year round the sun is always a good thing.

[Tom Fitton @TomFitton]

Wonderful rendition of our National Anthem (with Tom Cruise singing along!).

[👣ℙ𝕖𝕕𝕣𝕠'𝕤 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖🇺🇲 @OfAthenry]

All of us running QRF for Freddy if he wanders too far off Bourbon Street

[Andrew Daub @TheResoluteLife]

My friends,

Knowing how much y’all care for the wee little man, I thought I’d invite you in as we sang “Happy Birthday” to him!

The XO and Tango Tango made him this spectacular Bearhead cake and he was over the moon. He loves birthdays anyway, but this one really hit home for Iron Will and for all of us.

Enjoy!

#IronWill #TeamIronWill #DownSyndromeAdvocacy

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

... Are willing for you to pay...

[Alice Smith @TheAliceSmith]

“Some of you will get beheaded and raped as a result of mass immigration. But that is a price we are willing to pay.”

- the British politicians class

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. A stadium parking lot. I came to watch a battle, and found the army feasting three hours before it.

Hundreds of tents. Grills. Clan flags flying from trucks. Men in war paint handing food to strangers. I assumed the game had been cancelled and this was the consolation.

"When does the battle begin?" I asked a man tending an enormous grill.

"Kickoff's at one. We've been here since seven."

Seven. In my land, an army eats quietly before war, in case it is the last meal. Here, the meal IS the war. The enemy parking lot is doing the same thing forty yards away. Nobody is fighting. Everyone is grilling.

A man handed me a plate. I had not asked. I was not known to him. The plate held more meat than my ancestors saw in a winter.

"You with us or them?" he asked.

"I am with whoever fed me," I said. It is the oldest law.

"Good answer," he said, and gave me more.

Then I learned the terrible truth. The man at the grill — the general of this feast — was not going inside.

"You will not watch the battle?"

"Nah. I'll catch it on the radio. Somebody's gotta watch the grill."

He marches to the war. He feeds the army. He does not enter. In eight hundred years of my family's records, there is no rank for this man.

There should be.

I was full. I was confused. I was, somehow, home.

An army that eats together has already won. The game is a detail.

When the crowd roared inside the stadium, the grill man nodded once, and flipped a burger.

Next week I am bringing my own tent. He said I could park beside him. We are allies now.

The terms were ribs.

[Stocking Mill Coffee @smcroasters]

Looks like we are going to have to do this again.

Time to put those vinegar sucking Yankees up in NC in their place.

What tastes better?

[Stocking Mill Coffee @smcroasters]

@5fde0d7ebb6543a On 1 vote

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

In Alabama we know how bad the weather is going to be by observing our most famous weather guy, @spann. If his jacket is off, pay close attention; if sleeves are rolled up, head to the basement.

[Path To Manliness @PathToManliness]

Europeans keep asking what American culture looks like.

Brother, we have a restaurant so reliable that the federal government unofficially uses it to judge hurricane damage.

It's called the Waffle House Index.

If the Waffle House is open and serving a full menu, everything is probably fine.

If they're on a limited menu, things got rough.

If the Waffle House is closed, FEMA starts paying attention.

Think about how absurd that is.

An entire nation's disaster response can be summarized as:

"Yeah, but is the Waffle House open?"

And despite the jokes, it's one of the greatest American institutions ever created.

24 hours a day.

365 days a year.

Friendly waitresses who call you "baby."

Hot coffee that somehow tastes better at 6 a.m. after a road trip.

Bacon, eggs, hash browns, waffles, and burgers cooked right in front of you. I recommend the hashbrowns smothered and covered

No reservations.

No dress code.

No pretension.

Just good food, good people, and a front-row seat to the greatest collection of characters you'll ever meet.

Sure, there's a non-zero chance you'll witness a fight.

But there's also a decent chance you'll sit next to a truck driver, a nurse getting off a night shift, a family on vacation, and a local farmer all having breakfast together.

That's America.

When a hurricane hits, Waffle House is often the first businesses to reopen.

When your flight gets delayed.

When your team loses.

When you're driving across the country.

When it's 2 a.m. and you need food and life advice from a waitress named Amanda.

Waffle House is there.

Buc-ee's is America's cathedral.

Waffle House is America's church.

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

@zerobarkthirty Allegedly?

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

I went to this concert. I still have my program too. Lynryd Skynryd, 10cc, Todd Rundgren and the Stones. Epic!

[🇺🇸 🦅Simple Man 🦅🇺🇸 @Soaringeagle45]

Mick Jagger told Ronnie Van Zant not to walk out on the tongue of the stage. 

The restricted "tongue" was part of the Rolling Stones' custom stage design and was intended to be reserved exclusively for Jagger and his bandmates.

However, during a 1976 concert at the Knebworth Festival in England, Van Zant defied the rule. During a rousing performance of "Free Bird," RVZ grabbed his crew and led them straight down the tongue. 😎

[Half-pint 🇺🇲🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @limey0614]

@BePrepared72 Back when they were good

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

USA. The woman handed me my receipt and said, "Have a nice day!"

I froze. A command. From a stranger. With no time limit, and no clear conditions for success.

In my country, no one tells you to have a nice day. You are simply released into whatever day the heavens send. But here, this woman had issued an order, kindly, and looked me in the eye, and meant it. I could not fail her.

So I set out to have a nice day. On purpose. With everything I had.

I noticed a bird, and thanked it. I let four cars merge. I told a man his hat was excellent — it was. I drank a coffee slowly enough to actually taste it, which I had not done in nineteen years. Each small good thing, I added to the report I was building in my heart. For her.

By dusk I was exhausted from niceness. But I had done it. By direct order, I had had a nice day.

So I went back.

She was still at the register. I bowed deeply.

"I have completed it," I told her. "It was a nice day. I will remember it until the hour of my death."

She blinked. Then she laughed — the real kind — and said, "...aw. You just made MY day, man."

I had been sent to have a nice day. I returned having given one away.

So tell me, America.

You say it a hundred times a shift, and mean it lightly.

I heard it once, and obeyed it with my whole life —

and somehow we both ended the day a little better than we began it.