These brave women came to senate estimates to demand, for once, the violence of the Israeli state was acknowledged in Canberra. They came back yesterday and forced the government to start an AFP investigation into the assaults on them. Courage. Solidarity. 🕊️ 🇵🇸
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.
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
Stargate fans are something else, respect them and they'll get their family, friends, grandmother, colleagues, boss, random Walmart employees to watch. You don't need to acquire a new "modern" audience, you have all the audience you'll ever need @AmazonMGMStudio#SaveStargate
Everyone loves preaching about mental health on the timeline, but the brutal truth is nobody actually wants to be around a depressed person.
The second your struggle becomes an inconvenience, the distancing begins. Society loves the aesthetic of support and the hashtags, but they despise the reality. Real depression isn't a cute movie scene; it's zero energy and canceled plans. The moment you stop being fun, you are suddenly labeled as "negative," a "burden," or "too heavy to handle." They want you healed, but refuse &
sit in the dark with you while you hurt. People will literally watch you drown and then complain that your splashing is ruining their vibe. You learn very quickly who actually, loves you, and who just loved the entertaining version of you.
The silence you get from your "friends" when you hit rock bottom is the loudest reality check of adulthood.
update on this guy: he underwent surgery for his amputation yesterday but due to his anemia and necrosis and general condition, had a rough surgery. He was transferred to the emergency hospital and has been there since.
This is a devastating interview.
Scott Pelley tells the NYT that Bari Weiss directly put a “thumb on the scale” for Trump over the killing of Renee Good.
Here’s his explanation of exactly what happened.
Get ready. this is mind blowing! 🤯
While Albanians have been out in the streets protesting Israel for days, Zionists are slipping into Christian groups disguised as supporters of the Holy Land, all to raise funds.
@feederofcats What is it with neighbours moving out and leaving cats behind? I really despise people. Cornbread is a cutie pie. I adopted those two nerds that got abandoned by dingalings just leaving them behind. Best two cats. Otis and Buddy.
I have been told that his favorite thing to do in his new home is to follow the sunlight around the house, which is exactly how all cats should be spending their golden years :)
We're so proud of him and so grateful to his adopters for choosing him. We love you, CB! 🥳🧡
Some much needed happy news... CORNBREAD was adopted! 🥹🧡
Cornbread is a ~9 year old big handsome boy who came to us almost 1 year ago. He had been abandoned by his previous owners when they moved and left to fend for himself outside.
Nobody likes an autistic.
We are polarising. There’s research to say people don’t like us before they even meet us.
Look at the response to Greta. Or any of us who dare to stand for, or against something.
And especially if we are women. How dare we not care about their views about us.
Ha. https://t.co/Xy2iiKR6hp
Carry on, Grace. You doing just fine, little sister <3
Fire consumes and devours people's bodies—scenes that no human mind or heart can endure. They executed us by gunfire, they buried us under buildings, and they even buried us alive. They turned our bodies into pieces, and some bodies simply evaporated. They raped our women and our men, and they made us taste every kind of torture. Is there any pain left that we have not yet tasted?
Fuck this vile world that abandoned us to these monsters.
It's easy to point at Jillian Segal and make fun of how crazy and stupid she is, but the Albanese government is the only reason her craziness and stupidity is a problem.
The thing about Segal and all these "antisemitism advisors" they're setting up in western governments is that they're just random people with strong political opinions who are being elevated to ridiculous levels of influence. They're not experts, they're just people who happen to hold the political opinion that it should be illegal to criticize the state of Israel.
Which wouldn't normally be an issue; our society is full of individuals with terrible political opinions. The problem is that our government has selected these cartoonishly ridiculous Zionists to help shape policy in immensely consequential ways that erode the civil liberties of our nation. Our leaders are the ones to blame for these inept lunatics wielding absurd levels of influence; left to their own devices they'd just be harmless idiots. They're only harmful because they're being given the power to do harm.
❤️In loving memory of Tammy❤️
After the most heroic fight to return to the cats she loved so much, the world lost a bright and compassionate soul, known to thousands as the heart behind the beloved @catswithnohope.
Through her account, Tammy gave voice to the forgotten, the abandoned, the sick, and the overlooked cats that many others would have passed by. She saw hope where others saw none. With humor, honesty, fierce determination, and endless compassion, she built a community that celebrated second chances and mourned losses together. Every rescue, every update, every small victory reflected the depth of her love for animals and her belief that every life mattered.
At the center of Tammy’s world was her soul cat, Tweetybird. Their bond was the kind that transcends words—a partnership built on trust, comfort, and unconditional love. Tweety was more than a companion; Tweety was family, a source of strength, and a constant reminder of why Tammy devoted so much of herself to helping cats in need.
Those who followed catswithnohope knew Tammy not only through the cats she saved but through the kindness she shared. She taught people that hope is not something you find—it is something you create through action, perseverance, and love. Her work inspired countless others to rescue, foster, donate, and care.
Though her voice has fallen silent, her legacy remains in every cat she helped, every person she inspired, and every life she touched. The community she built stands as a testament to the difference one determined person can make.
We take comfort in imagining Tammy reunited with all those she loved so dearly, with Tweety never far from her side.
Rest peacefully, Tammy. The cats you saved, the people you inspired, and the love you gave so freely will never be forgotten.
Our heart and thoughts are with Nour as he navigates life without Tammy. We’d ask for all donations to be halted for now (due to the legalities) but above all we ask to light a light for Tammy and send all your love into the world for that beautiful soul and for her husband remaining.
In life, Tammy was very private and few knew the face behind so much love but with Nour’s permission, we share this photo so the world can finally see how beautiful she was, inside and out.
Dear Tammy, thank you for everything but above all your friendship and love. We will miss you more than words will ever be able to convey.
Carol and Hubert are still here and are approaching 1 year old. at this point, I'm willing to let them go separately if that helps them find homes. They are getting 0 interest as a pair and they'll be fine separated. please share
Reports of antisemitic incidents include:
- A bake sale by a pro-Palestine group
- Someone seeing a Palestinian flag while walking outside
- Someone seeing another person wearing a t-shirt with Arabic written on it