In your typical $1,000 bill, over $710 is likely going to education. That is most of your property tax bill, and that funding represents most of what funds education in Oklahoma. In your typical $1,000 bill, over $220 is likely going to city and county roads and related core infrastructure. That is pretty much the only money going towards those purposes.
So, that’s $930 of your $1,000 that is going to the two things you care about most - streets and education. Whether you’ve ever thought about it much or not, in Oklahoma, the specific taxation method of property tax is primarily used for streets and education. That’s the way it has been since 1907. And that is what is specifically targeted by State Question 847.
(By the way, in case you’re curious, your remaining $70 in Oklahoma City would be spent on the health department and libraries. My guess is you like those things as well.)
The impact of State Question 847 on Oklahoma City streets means we will spend an estimated $683 million LESS on streets in OKC over the next twenty years than we would have without State Question 847. You may never notice the few dollars you would save on property taxes, but you will absolutely notice the deteriorating condition of our streets as we see that reduction of resources.
Vote how you wish on State Question 847, but you should do so with a full and honest understanding of the consequences. A “yes” vote on State Question 847 directly cuts funding for the two things you care about most - streets and education. A “no” vote on State Question 847 leaves funding levels for streets and education where they are today. There is no option on this ballot for increasing funding for streets and education. Perhaps a serious-minded public official will give you that option some day. But in the meantime, I would suggest that we probably shouldn’t make things worse when it comes to the two things you care about most.
Thanks for your time in reading this, and feel to share these facts with other voters.
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.
Shameful. Stitt’s no better than Trump. Sara Polston drove drunk and almost killed an innocent driver. She served 73 days of her 8-year sentence before her buddy Stitt called in a favor and got her released. (1/2)
Age-related muscle loss (sarcopenia), reduced circulation, and reduced tissue repair capacity all contribute to slower recovery. Unless training… muscle mass continues to decline with age, and deconditioning following injuries or illness can happen quickly.
This creates a cruel paradox: It takes us longer to build fitness, but we lose it just as fast - maybe faster - when we stop. A few weeks off due to injury sets you back months from where you were. Then you’re older than when you started, so rebuilding takes even longer.🤦♂️
This is why protecting training time matters more than maximizing training volume.
Consistency»» Intensity.
An injury-free year of moderate training beats 4 months of aggressive training interrupted by three months of rehab. Every single time.
@hjluks Thank you so much for replying. It’s a hard mental and physical challenge. No fracture detected. I get ahead of myself thinking if I can walk I can run. Try it. Go backwards. I’ll try to be more intentional about a slow return. Again, thank you so, so much!
@hjluks@hjluks A long shot here but need advice. I’m a 66y long term female runner on 10w hiatus after fall w/deep knee bruise. Ultrasound/xray shows no structural damage. Still hurts. How to get back?
O'DONNELL: In his manifesto, he wrote that 'I'm no longer willing to permit a pedophile, rapist, and traitor to coat my hands with his crimes.' What's your reaction?
TRUMP: I was waiting for you to read that because I knew you would because you're horrible people. I'm not a rapist. I didn't rape anybody. I'm not a pedophile. Excuse me. You read that crap from a sick person. I was totally exonerated. You should be ashamed of yourself, reading that. You're a disgrace.
This a kind, responsible statement from an American politician. One the current President of the United States would never offer a political foe. (In fact he celebrates their deaths) And all the comments are just unhinged vile attacks on her for what? Modeling decency?
What happens when you make people take a break from doing what they love?
In one study, researchers took regular runners and triathletes and made them take 2 weeks completely off.
No exercise. No cross-training. Just rest.
The result? Big spikes in feelings of depression,…
To my Oklahoma family;
this piece comes straight from the heart.
I hope you’ll take a moment to read it and feel what I felt.
Thank you for allowing me to be a small part of it.
I came to @okcthunder to play basketball. I left carrying 168 lives.
When I was traded to the Oklahoma City Thunder, I was thinking about basketball, nothing more.
I didn’t know that before I ever stepped on the court, this place would show me something that would stay with me far longer than any game.
Like any player, my mind was on the game. A new team, a new city, a new opportunity. I expected the usual routine when I landed in Oklahoma City. Physicals, practices, meetings, and a jersey waiting in a locker.
But before any of that, Sam Presti pulled me aside and told me there was somewhere we needed to go.
He didn’t explain much, and I didn’t think to ask. I was focused on the next step in my career.
What I didn’t understand was that, before I could represent the place I was about to play for, I needed to understand it.
So instead of heading to the facility, he took me to the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum.
I walked in without knowing what I was about to see, and within minutes, everything slowed down.
There are 168 chairs at the memorial, each one representing a life lost on April 19, 1995. They are arranged in quiet rows, each engraved with a name, each standing where a person once stood in that building. Then you notice something that is impossible to process the first time you see it. Some of the chairs are smaller.
They belong to children.
There is no speech that prepares you for that, no headline that captures it. You simply stand there, and the silence carries a kind of weight that is hard to describe but impossible to ignore.
As you walk through the memorial, you pass between two gates marked 9:01 and 9:03. At first, they seem like simple numbers, but then you understand what they hold. One marks the last minute before the attack. The other marks the first minute after. And in between those two gates is 9:02, the moment when everything changed.
That minute does not feel like history when you are standing there. It feels present.
The reflecting pool stretches across what used to be a city street, its surface calm and still. When you look into it, you do not just see water. You see yourself standing in a place where unimaginable loss occurred, and for a moment, everything else in your life becomes quieter.
Nearby stands the Survivor Tree, an American elm that was damaged in the blast but endured. It is not untouched. Its scars are part of what it represents. But it is still standing, and in that, it carries a kind of strength that does not need to be explained.
We did not speak much while we were inside. It did not feel like a place for conversation. Some places ask for words. This one asks for reflection.
When we stepped outside, Sam Presti looked me in the eye and said, “This is what this state has been through.”
Then he said something I will never forget.
“Every time you step on that court, you are not just playing in front of fans. You are playing for a state that carries this with it. Give them everything you have. They deserve that.”
In that moment, basketball felt different.
Not smaller, but clearer.
Because what I had just seen was not only about what was lost. It was about what remained. A state that had experienced unimaginable pain and still chose to come together, to rebuild, and to move forward without losing its humanity.
From that day on, every time I stepped on the court, I carried that with me.
On the nights when I was tired, when I was hurt, when I was dealing with challenges that felt heavy in the moment, I would think about those chairs, about that minute, about the people behind those names. And I was reminded that what I was going through did not compare to what this state had endured.
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A video is going viral of President Obama and Mayor Mamdani singing wheels on the bus with kids in a NYC school.
There is literally not one person alive in the entire Republican Party who measures up to either of these two people.
@thacoachmike Congrats @thacoachmike Even though I am a MSU grad (Go Spartans! 😂), I rooted for you to win it all! As an OSU faculty and 30+year season ticket holder, I appreciate your time here and all you did for OSU basketball under challenging circumstances.
Since most of my fellow Europeans haven’t had the time or stomach to fully acquaint themselves with who’s who in Trump’s up and coming American Reich, I’ve taken it upon myself to create a short guide to the main cartoon villains and abominations of this administration.🧵
“While Americans should welcome Trump’s rapidly increasing unpopularity & must do everything they can to constrain him, realism requires a recognition that he's not just likely, but all but certain, to take every possible step to cling to power — even if he brings the country down with himself.” https://t.co/cnUenut6m5