Moira MacDougall

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

You are part of nature,

everything is connected.

[Ed Krassenstein @EdKrassen]

Amazing No Kings protest in Nashville Tennessee yesterday. The marchers were led by women dressed up as handmaids from “The Handmaids Tale.”

Each of them was holding a sign with a name of one of the people named in the Epstein files on it.

MAGA hates this.

[Jaynit @jaynitx]

Roger Federer: "Effortless is a myth. I worked very hard to make it look easy."

"I left school at age 16 to play tennis full-time. So I never went to college. But I did graduate recently. I graduated tennis. I know the word is 'retire', but retired sounds awful. Like you, I finished one big thing and I'm moving on to the next. Like you, I'm figuring out what that is."

Lesson 1: Effortless is a myth.

"People would say my play was 'effortless.' Most of the time, they meant it as a compliment. But it frustrated me when they'd say, 'He barely broke a sweat' or 'Is he even trying?' The truth is, I had to work very hard to make it look easy."

Roger shares the wake-up call:

"An opponent at the Italian Open publicly questioned my mental discipline. He said, 'Roger will be the favorite for the first two hours. Then I'll be the favorite after that.' Everyone can play well the first two hours you're fit, you're fast, you're clear. After two hours, your legs get wobbly, your mind starts wandering, your discipline starts to fade. My parents, my coaches, even my rivals were calling me out. So I started to train harder. A lot harder."

He explains the paradox:

"I got the reputation for being 'effortless' because my warmups at tournaments were so casual that people didn't think I'd been training hard. But I had been working hard before the tournament when nobody was watching."

Roger redefines talent:

"Yes, talent matters. But talent has a broad definition. Most of the time, it's not about having a gift, it's about having grit. A great forehand can be called a talent. But discipline is also a talent. Patience is a talent. Trusting yourself is a talent. Embracing the process, loving the process, these are talents too. Some people are born with them. Everybody has to work at them."

Lesson 2: It's only a point.

"You can work harder than you thought possible and still lose. I have many times. Tennis is brutal. Every tournament ends the same way: one player gets a trophy. Every other player gets back on a plane, stares out the window, and thinks, 'How the hell did I miss that shot?'"

Roger shares the statistic that changed his mindset:

"In the 1,526 singles matches I played in my career, I won almost 80% of those matches. But what percentage of points do you think I won? Only 54%. Even top-ranked tennis players win barely more than half of the points they play."

He explains what this teaches:

"When you lose every second point on average, you learn not to dwell on every shot. You teach yourself to think: 'Okay, I double-faulted. It's only a point.' 'I came to the net and got passed again. It's only a point.' Even a great shot, an overhead backhand smash that ends up on ESPN's Top 10, that too is just a point."

Roger shares the key mindset:

"When you're playing a point, it has to be the most important thing in the world. And it is. But when it's behind you, it's behind you. This frees you to fully commit to the next point with intensity, clarity, and focus."

He reflects on losing Wimbledon 2008:

"Some call it the greatest match of all time. Okay, all respect to Rafa, but I think it would've been way better if I had won. Looking back, I feel like I lost at the very first point. I looked across the net and saw a guy who just a few weeks earlier crushed me in straight sets at the French Open. And I thought, 'This guy is maybe hungrier than I am.' It took me until the third set to remember 'Hey buddy, you're the five-time defending champion. You're on grass. You know how to do this.' But it came too late."

Roger shares what champions understand:

"The best in the world are not the best because they win every point. It's because they know they'll lose again and again, and have learned how to deal with it. You accept it. Cry it out if you need to. Then force a smile. Move on. Be relentless. Adapt and grow. Work harder, work smarter."

Lesson 3: Life is bigger than the court.

"A tennis court is 2,106 square feet. That's where singles matches happen. Not much bigger than a dorm room. I worked a lot, learned a lot, and ran a lot of miles in that small space. But the world is a whole lot bigger than that."

Roger explains his philosophy:

"Even when I was just starting out, I knew that tennis could show me the world, but tennis could never be the world. I knew that if I was lucky, I could play competitively until my late 30s, maybe even 41. But even when I was in the top five, it was important to me to have a life, a rewarding life full of travel, culture, friendships, and especially family. These are the reasons I never burned out."

He shares what matters most:

"Tennis has given me so many memories. But my off-court experiences are the ones I carry forward just as much. The places I've travelled, the platform that lets me give back, and most of all the people I've met along the way."

Roger concludes:

"Tennis, like life, is a team sport. Yes, you stand alone on your side of the net. But your success depends on your team, your coaches, your teammates, even your rivals. All these influences help make you who you are."

His final words:

"Whatever game you choose, give it your best. Go for your shots. Play free. Try everything. And most of all, be kind to one another, and have fun out there."

[𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗠𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 @Old_But_Gold50s]

That little head tilt when Luciano Pavarotti hit that high note was absolutely adorable. 🐶🎶

[Sarah ✱ @disaster_sarah]

“This hour has 22 minutes” (a legendary Canadian sketch comedy show) did a Pitt parody on the Canadian healthcare system.

“Robby” using hand sanitiser every 10 seconds is taking me out 😂😂😂

[Trevor Noah @Trevornoah]

The way we define happiness might be the problem.

[Joseph Fasano @Joseph_Fasano_]

In the Netherlands, if a person dies alone, without any family or friends as mourners, a poet will be sent to write a poem and read it at the burial service. It's called the Lonely Funeral Project, and it's just humans being good humans.

[𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗠𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 @Old_But_Gold50s]

A pristine recording of the White Swan Pas featuring a young Rudolf Nureyev alongside the radiant, mature Margot Fonteyn.
What makes this performance unforgettable is the true, flowing tempi and Fonteyn’s incomparable elegance of line. No sky-high extensions, no flashy tricks to interrupt the music — just pure, musical dancing at its finest.
And those almost-touching moments between them… an intimacy so natural it becomes one of the most romantic partnerships ever seen in this pas.

[🌸🎵 Beautiful Melody 🎶💖 @Ducnghia16]

Never seen a whole orchestra smiling and enjoying the music being played.
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 💖

[Protect Kamala Harris ✊ @DisavowTrump20]

Last night, CBS refused to air Stephen Colbert’s interview with Texas Democrat James Talarico after pressure from Trump. Colbert addressed the issue with his audience and released the clip online anyway.

RETWEET to thank Colbert for standing up for free speech!

[Joshua Reed Eakle 🗽 @JoshEakle]

It’s important that you understand what happened last night.

Last night, Stephen Colbert interviewed Democratic Texas Senate candidate James Talarico, a candidate who, by all accounts, is on track in the polls to flip Texas blue.

In response, Trump’s FCC reportedly threatened CBS if the interview aired.

CBS caved and pulled the segment, citing “financial reasons.”

In modern American history, no president has been more hostile to free speech than Donald Trump.

But censorship always backfires.

Here’s the full segment Trump didn’t want you to see.

[Colin Lougheed @Colin_Lougheed]

We’re calling it SKURLING. 🛷🥌 It combines the fast-paced thrills of Skeleton with the strategic slowness of Curling. We didn’t qualify.

#olympics2026 #winterolympics #skeleton #curling #teamcanada

[Canada Hates Trump @AntiTrumpCanada]

This is what Denmark thinks of Trump’s Davos speech.
A global laughingstock.
An international embarrassment on a scale never before achieved.
Truly unprecedented failure.
This guy nails it 🔥 🔥 🔥

[Rutger Bregman @rutgerbregman]

Riveting, extraordinary and brutally honest speech by Mark Carney, Canada's prime minister. God, I wish we would have European leaders like this.

Here's an excerpt:

In 1978, the Czech dissident Václav Havel, later president, wrote an essay called “The Power of the Powerless,” and in it he asked a simple question: how did the communist system sustain itself?

And his answer began with a greengrocer.

Every morning, the shopkeeper places a sign in his window: “Workers of the world unite.” He doesn’t believe in it. No one does. But he places the sign anyway to avoid trouble, to signal compliance, to get along. And because every shopkeeper on every street does the same, the system persists — not through violence alone, but through the participation of ordinary people in rituals they privately know to be false.

Havel called this living within a lie. The system’s power comes not from its truth, but from everyone’s willingness to perform as if it were true. And its fragility comes from the same source. When even one person stops performing, when the greengrocer removes his sign, the illusion begins to crack.

Friends, it is time for companies and countries to take their signs down.

For decades, countries like Canada prospered under what we called the rules-based international order. We join its institutions, we praised its principles, we benefited from its predictability. And because of that, we could pursue values-based foreign policies under its protection.

We knew the story of the international rules-based order was partially false, that the strongest would exempt themselves when convenient, that trade rules were enforced asymmetrically, and we knew that international law applied with varied rigor, depending on the identity of the accused or the victim.

This fiction was useful, and American hegemony in particular helped provide public goods, open sea lanes, a stable financial system, collective security, and support for frameworks for resolving disputes.

So we placed the sign in the window. We participated in the rituals, and we largely avoided calling out the gaps between rhetoric and reality.

This bargain no longer works.

Let me be direct. We are in the midst of a rupture, not a transition.

Read/listen in full: https://t.co/1Cxm0Kxz7a

[WORLD NEWS @_MAGA_NEWS_]

🚨 JUST IN: In a stunning development, Denmark's streets explode into anti-American rage as thousands flood Copenhagen's City Hall Square, waving Danish and Greenlandic flags in a massive "Hands Off Greenland" showdown. Protesters scream "Greenland is NOT FOR SALE!"

[Jo @JoJoFromJerz]

In case anyone was wondering where we are right now.

[The Figen @TheFigen_]

30,000 hours of footage, equivalent to 3 years and 7 months, were filmed to capture the blooming of 77 types of flowers….and the result is spectacular.

[Camus @newstart_2024]

Roger Federer broke the internet with one statistic that will change how you see every setback in your life.
1,526 singles matches.
Won almost 80% of them.
20 Grand Slams. 103 titles.

Now answer honestly:
What percentage of total points do you think he won across his entire career?
70%? 65%? 60%?

Try … 54%.
He lost literally almost EVERY SECOND POINT he ever played for 24 years.

And still became one of the greatest of all time.

Watch him explain it himself (2:07 of pure life-changing wisdom):
“In tennis, perfection is impossible… When you lose every second point on average, you teach yourself to say:
‘Okay, I double-faulted — it’s only one point.’
‘Okay I got passed at the net — it’s only one point.’
Even a screaming overhead smash that ends up on SportsCenter Top 10… still just one point.

So when you’re playing your point, it has to be the most important thing in the world.
The moment it’s over — it’s behind you.

That mindset frees you to attack the next point, and the next, and the next with absolute intensity and clarity.”

Then he looked at the crowd and said the line that hit a billion people in the soul:
“The real sign of a champion is not that they win every point.
It’s that they lose again and again and again… and have learned how to deal with it.
Negative energy is wasted energy.
Cry it out if you have to. Then force a smile.
Move on. Be relentless. Adapt. Grow.
Work harder — and work smarter.”

Save this post.

The next time you lose a deal, bomb a presentation, get ghosted, miss a deadline, or just have “one of those days” — come back here and read it again.

You’re not falling behind.
You’re just in the 46%.
And the 46% is exactly where every single legend has spent most of their career.

Keep playing the next point.
(full 2:07 clip — sound on)

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

[CathyNotToday2 🌿 @Cathy2NotToday]

🏆🏆Brilliant take down … from the real Miss Piggy

Dearest Donald,

It is moi, Miss Piggy, and I am writing because you have committed a sin so grotesque, so tasteless, so fundamentally idiotic that even the Muppet chickens gasped. You called a reporter—an intelligent, courageous, unflinching professional—“piggy.”

Let’s pause, darling.

Let’s breathe.

Let’s let the stupidity of that choice settle into the air like the unmistakable scent of a bargain-bin cologne worn by a man who thinks intimidation is a personality.

You were asked about the Epstein files. A serious question. A necessary question. A question every decent human with a pulse should want answered. And instead of behaving like anything resembling an adult, you snapped. You barked. You lashed out like a startled sewer rat cornered under a bridge with too much hairspray and not enough self-control.

You didn’t insult her.

You exposed yourself.

She stood there in the truth.

You stood there in panic.

She held the line.

You lost your mind.

And then—mon dieu—you invoked moi.

You said “piggy.”

At a woman who was doing her job with more professionalism in one sentence than you have shown in your entire, overcooked, chaotic lifetime.

There is ONE Piggy.

ONE.

And she does not answer to you.

I built that name with talent, beauty, star power, and a legendary karate chop feared by icons and monsters alike. You? You hurl it as an insult because a woman dared to speak to you without bowing first. How fragile you must be to crumble under the weight of a question delivered by someone infinitely stronger than you have ever been.

That reporter showed courage. She showed integrity. She showed the world what a real professional looks like. Meanwhile, you flailed like a collapsing parade float struggling to stay inflated. You weren’t “fighting back.” You weren’t “being tough.” You were simply terrified. Terrified of a woman, a microphone, and the truth you keep trying to stuff into a closet full of your old scandals.

Calling her “piggy” didn’t diminish her. It diminished you.

It made you look cheap.

It made you look weak.

It made you look like a coward thrashing in quicksand of your own making.

And let’s be clear: A man who calls a woman “piggy” because he cannot withstand a factual question is not strong. He is not clever. He is not bold.

He is a big, loud, pathetic problem. A problem the size of a collapsing casino.

A problem wrapped in insecurity, hairspray, and whatever the hell those suits are made of—polyester? denial? both?

So here is your final lesson from moi:

The reporter you tried to belittle stands taller today than you ever have.

She asked for truth.

You served up fear.

She did her job.

You embarrassed yourself.

She kept her dignity.

You lost yours somewhere between the plane door and your next tantrum.

My name is not your shield.

My title is not your insult.

You are not worthy to utter the word “Piggy” unless you are referring to your own reflection.

Consider this your warning, your education, and your verbal karate chop to the soul:

Do not use my name to attack a woman who is braver than you.

Do not weaponize my legacy to mask your cowardice.

And do not mistake your insecurity for strength.

You wanted to shame her.

Instead, you shamed yourself.

Furiously, fabulously, and forever out of your league,
Miss. Piggy