Adam Lozano

You’d be amazed at what type of access you get by asking for forgiveness over permission.

[PJ Ace @PJaccetturo]

Everything they taught you about July 4th, 1776 is a lie.

The Redcoats weren't soldiers. They were something else.

We recovered the real footage using Utopai 🧵👇

[Matty Chucks @MattyChucks]

Can this hit 2M views? 👀

[EM Burlingame - 蒲 奕 言 @EMBurlingame]

Only Part Way Home |
by: E.M. Burlingame

The fire’s down to coals.
I let it go.

This room held more voices once.
Now it holds me
and the wind at the eaves,
worrying the gaps like it knows what’s missing.

The bottle gave out on Tuesday. I think.
I don’t remember if it gave out on me or I gave out on it.

Some nights I talk to the worrying wind.
Mostly, the wind has the good sense to stay quiet.

Four decades answered to the call.
What came back through that door
was what was left of a boy
and the rest of something replaced what never made it back.
The rest of him still out there.
Scattered along roads that don’t run all the way here to the town I left.
The town I left that kept its roads but changed them anyway.
While the people it kept never did.
Thing is. A boy leaves like that,
he only ever gets to come part way back.
Well, the town moved on without the pieces I lost.
Honestly, so did I.

I let friendships go — some to the ground in the town cemetery,
the rest to the years I was gone and the not knowing what to say anymore.
Meant to write. Meant to call.
Meant to get back
before the leaving set up hard as concrete.
Before they and I both became versions the other didn’t recognize.

The table shrank. Chair by chair.
Now it's just me and a coffee cup with a chip in the rim
my thumb still finds every morning.

My folks live close, just down the street.
School friends from the old days less than a few miles beyond.
Sometimes, I drive past their houses, look, and keep driving.

The remainers quit waiting on a man who kept saying: tomorrow.
Tomorrow came.
Too many of them didn’t get to see it.
Now only the dark answers when I say their names —
the ones in the ground and the ones still breathing who wouldn’t know what to do with what’s left of me.
Old memories of old visits won’t go. The houses I pass are still lit.

I let good women turn away
while I was still learning what a man owes the ones who stay.
I gave them the road. The next fight.
And the silence a man brings home when he’s looked death in the eye
too many times to flinch.
Their doors closed soft as snowfall.
I called it clean at the time. Fool.
Pretty line. Don’t matter. Snow melts. And so do I.

The call never asked me to lose them.
I did that all on my own.

I ran hot because heat kept me alive when nothing else would
as the work broke me worse than dying.
Said words I can’t call back.
Slammed doors that don’t un-slam.
Left the old men’s wisdom on the shelf
gathering dust I never wiped away
while I chased what I figured mattered more.
They died before I learned the questions worth asking.
Guess that's just how aging men come wise.

Wisdom didn’t come cheap. Didn’t come quick
to the boy who answered before he could count the cost —
and the cost didn’t itemize.
It just kept compounding and taking.

I stood for what was right —
till right cost more blood than one man’s got.
Then I kept standing.
For causes already turning to ash before I got there.
For men already becoming ghosts.
I poured my fire in anyway
just to leave behind more ash.

I spent myself like exhaustion was the proof I needed.
All it proved was I couldn’t tell a hill worth dying on
from one that would just bury me in the end.

I never refused the call. That was the problem.
Even when nothing answered back.
I went anyway and kept going after the mistake was obvious.

And still I won’t disown the whole of it.
I was one man. Rough hands, hard head and heart,
with whatever soul made it through the smoke.
I walked the road I drew and I won’t curse the deeds that did the hammering.
This man was forged in the same blasts that burned him.
That’s not pride. That’s just the maths.

But if the wheel came around once more —
some old god, some trick of the fates
offering one more turn for this fragile spark I carry —
I’d take it without asking the price.
Not to call the women back.
Not to unsay the temper.
Not to win what was lost to time and dishonesty.
Not even to unmake the leaving.

Only to stand one more time in front of friends
whose names still move this aged man
like they might still answer
and say the goodbye that never made it out of my chest.
Look them in the eye, living or leaving,
and give them what the between years stole:
You mattered. I should’ve said it while you could still hear.
Clasp the hands I let go last, long ago,
to feel them close around mine again
in friendship, before letting the end do what it must.
Maybe then, I’d come home a little more whole
than the part way this town and I allow each other.

Every man who answered comes home wrong.
Some just come home worse than others.
I was one of the worse ones.

That’s the only mercy I’d ask of the years.
Leave the road. Leave the scars.
Leave the fire low and the ache that never quits aching.
Leave the boy at the door with his bag still packed.
He’d off again before the question finished.
We both know it.

All of it stays where it landed —
except the words I carried too long and too late.
Words not said to those long gone.
The only things still haunting.
I’d spin the wheel no matter the cost, with what’s left of these hands
to say those very words alone.

[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

@savanah2j TJs is dangerous!

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[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

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[Klara @klara_sjo]

A collection of zippo lighters that belonged to US Service members during the Vietnam war.

[Clint Russell @LibertyLockPod]

If you're a young U.S. soldier I hope you're paying attention to what they did to Joe Kent today. You can fight their wars for decades. You can lose friends or even your wife in the desert. But the minute you say "Hey I don't wanna fight for Israel anymore" they will destroy you.

[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

I believe this is what we call FAFO.

[الكسندرا ميراي @LexiAIexander]

You can't tell me that people don't realize how much saner they sound than anybody in charge in the U.S.

[Cernovich @Cernovich]

I have another 30 or 40 years left, but time moves FASTER at each decade. I will not meet God as a coward or fool. Stop the fucking lying. It is deeply offensive. We all know what’s up. Nobody is naive. Give us what we need on the domestic front and let’s all be adults about it.

[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

@BasedBlondex More like America being led by their nose.

[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

@megha_lilly 🙏

[Glenn Beck @glennbeck]

This morning, no matter how we vote or what banner we stand under, we should be on our knees.

Our sons and daughters are in harm’s way.

Today is not a day for argument or political advantage. It is a day for prayer — for the protection of heaven over our troops, for courage in the field, for clarity in the fog of war. And for wisdom — deep, steady wisdom — for our leaders and for our President as they carry burdens few of us can fully comprehend.

When a nation takes bold action, the cost is never abstract. It is borne by families, by service members, by generations yet to come. So we pray that every decision is guided not by pride or anger, but by discernment, restraint, and a sincere desire for peace.

May those entrusted with planning and command be led by conscience and by a spirit greater than themselves. And may the people of Iran — the Persian people with their ancient and noble heritage — one day be free to stand, to rebuild, and to chart their own course toward liberty and human dignity.

God protect our troops.
God guide our leaders.
And may peace, rooted in justice, be the final outcome. @SecRubio @DeptofWar @realDonaldTrump #IranRevoIution2026 #prayforpeace #godsavetherepublic

[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

@savanah2j So you’re saying we get you for March Madness?!?

[Josh Rainer @JoshRainerGold]

Eat raw meat, heavily salted. Have lots of warm soups. Get fresh fruit. Drink Coca-Cola. Never vaccinate. Train martial arts. Be an alcoholic. Make raw milk ice cream, with toasted nuts on top. Smoke cigarettes. Get a cheeseburger and fries from every restaurant. Play as many sports as you can. Have coffee sometimes, but not every day. Do cocaine and ecstasy. Eat cereal for dinner. Kiss her. Pancakes. Buy the books but never read them. Use the sauna. Get obsessed with one movie to the point where you can relate any life event back to it and your friends will hate you but every stranger is hearing this for the first time. Never juice carrots, eat them raw. Never eat celery, only juice it. 2 bags of mandarins is the serving size. Ignore her texts. Don’t DM her. DON’T DO IT! Be able to drink all alcohols straight and in abundance. Do that cleanse. Learn how to use your lats. Eat more French fries. I know that last cigarette made you a little nauseous but this one won’t. Mass deportations. Have another Coke.

[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

Punch > The Olympics

[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

@megha_lilly Absolutely vile!

[Megha @megha_lilly]

The greatest oppression of all is to be forced to call ugly things beautiful. Because the recognition of beauty is the most basic spiritual truth, connected to all others, and of course the most important truth which is that of the existence and love of God.

[Adam Lozano @LoJitsu22]

@klara_sjo