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[Ryan Higa Fan Account @notrence]

And that's the story.
I wonder how that dudes doing. Hope he's doing well. Maybe he got the girl.

I don't know why I played along for so long 😅 I really be playing to much

[roza! ☪ ¹⁶⁴⁴ @lewsroses]

couldnt find my hijab to pray so today ghostface became muslim. not sure who this concerns

[WaterGape @WaterGape]

vapes are a psyop to condition us to enjoy sucking robot dick

p.e.n.i.s. = personal electronic nicotine inhalent system

real eyes realize real lies

[Shonen Jump News @WSJ_manga]

'What is the ONE PIECE?' Special Project PV.

Eiichiro Oda has written the secret behind the ONE PIECE Treasure and Monkey D. Luffy in a piece of paper sunk in the bottom of the ocean. Once the series ends, the truth will be revealed.

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[Lê Thanh Hảo @LThanhHao232]

Dante reload animation showcased here is a direct reference to Corridor Crew "Tacticool Reload" video part 1

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[✧ @cessonmute]

My coworker ended her five-year marriage over something most people would probably call “small.”
She told me that in their home, she naturally took on the chores. She cooked. She did the laundry. She kept things running. It wasn’t something they formally discussed... it just became the routine. And she went along with it.
Then she got sick. Not just a light cold... the kind where your body feels heavy and even standing up is exhausting. For once, she couldn’t function the way she usually did.
That evening, her husband came home, saw the laundry basket, and separated his clothes from hers. He washed only his. Later, he made himself dinner, plated it, and ate. When she asked if he could make something simple for her too, he replied, “I’m exhausted. I don’t have the energy.”
She said it wasn’t even the words that hurt. It was the absence of instinct. The absence of care. The fact that helping her didn’t occur to him automatically the way serving him had always occurred to her.
That night, lying there sick and hungry, she realized she wasn’t in a partnership. She was in an arrangement where her labor was expected, but his effort was optional.
People think love disappears in dramatic arguments or explosive fights. But sometimes it fades in moments like that... when someone watches you struggle and chooses convenience over compassion.

[Doc  @DocAtCDI]

Suck it up, kids,
just something I gotta unload before it rusts the circuits in my head.

Grew up blasting Kid Rock into Metallica, Beatles crashing Led Zeppelin, Claude Debussy whispering through Garth Brooks and the Rolling Stones, Queen owning Pink Floyd's shadows, AC/DC ripping into Nirvana, Luciano Pavarotti belting over the Doors, Guns N' Roses shredding U2, Madonna owning Prince who danced with Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston, Bon Jovi fist-pumping Cyndi Lauper and Duran Duran, and yeah, even sneaking New Kids on the Block when I swore the house was empty (don't judge, I was barely an adult and my heart was a goddamn mess of confusion). Point is, my music taste? It's a wild collage, no apologies, what hits me hits HARD and if it don't move you that's fine, build your own playlist, we're all tinkering with the same busted radio.

So picture this: I fire up the Super Bowl halftime and Bad Bunny drops what might be the most American show I've ever witnessed, cane fields swaying on a California gridiron while some hateful old orange troll across the map tweets "disgusting" like he owns the damn field. It fuckin wrecked me,

He sang EVERY word in Spanish. He wasn't the only artist but every word of his Every. Single. Word. was in spanish. Not code-switching for the crowd, no, every. single. word. pure mama's tongue, dancing through that sugarcane like Puerto Rico's spirit animal rooted right there under the lights.
Lady Gaga salsa spins in, Ricky Martin ignites the dark, and holy shit,

a couple gets FUCKING MARRIED on the fifty-yard line!
vows flying higher than the pyrotechnics.

Then Bad Bunny, truck driver's son from Vega Baja, schoolteacher's boy, plants himself before the world and belts "God bless America," but here's the thunder: he rolls the names, Chile Argentina Uruguay Paraguay Bolivia Peru Ecuador Brazil Colombia Venezuela Panama Costa Rica Nicaragua Honduras El Salvador Guatemala Mexico Cuba Dominican Republic Jamaica United States Canada, landing on

"Mi patria, Puerto Rico. Seguimos aquí."

My homeland, Puerto Rico. We are still here.

After the storms, the neglect, the decade of getting kicked while down, that wasn't just survival, that was a spike into the turf screaming resilience louder than any hurricane.

Flags flood the field next, every hemisphere banner carried by dancers under a jumbotron blazing
THE ONLY THING MORE POWERFUL THAN HATE IS LOVE.

Damn.

This is the America I believe in, the country I love, teh country I served with sweat and scars, messy beautiful multilingual multicolored courageous beast forever grinding toward better. Built by callused hands babbling every language, praying every prayer, hauling from every corner of this shared dirt. That's the only version I want my grandkids inheriting, no velvet ropes, no "real" Americans gatekeeping the dream.
And while the globe glued eyes to that stage, this Puerto Rican kid, now Earth's most-streamed voice, sings mama's Spanish, blesses the Americas stem to stern, spikes a football etched "Together, we are America" and shrinks hate to the pathetic speck it is.
Speaking of specks, remeber our so-called president, that angry orange dude? Calls it "absolutely terrible," whines "nobody understands a word," dubs it "a slap in the face to our country."

Fuckign moron.

Leader of the free world?

Nah, just a bad man blinded by his own bile, seeing foreign threat in salsa steps and shared flags, disgusting only to the diseased heart.

That's not strength, not patriotism, just poison we'd be proud to purge.

America ain't got velvet ropes, belongs to us all reguardless skin or saints we whisper to, especially if your anthem's in Spanish, yeah... especially.

Hate's the unasked inheritance, passed down like a cursed soldering gun, but Bad Bunny? No slogans chanted, no fingers jabbed, no "ICE out" banners. He didn't need the slogans. He skipped the whole damn political chant playbook, didn't point fingers, didn't scream into a microphone already slick with hypocrisy. He just did the thing. He stood in the glare and showed us, in real time, what America could look like if we ever stopped being so goddamn afraid of each other.
Think about it. No lecture. Just a stage where culture got shared, not policed. Where Spanish wasn't a threat but the rhythm section of the heart. Where a whole parade of flags, every color from this messed-up hemisphere, could walk across a football field together, and the only doctrine needed was the one he hummed into the mic. He gave us the words, sure, but more than that, he built the space where they could actually mean something. He didn't sell a protest; he built a proof-of-concept. And sometimes, my friends, a working prototype is the most dangerous sermon of all.
The only thing more powerful than hate is love.
Over 100 million souls witnessed it live,

no Truth Social tantrum erases that echo.

Oh, and that Grammy bit folks griped about, handing a prop to little Lincoln Fox, age 5? Symbolic as hell, older Bad Bunny passing torch to the wide-eyed kid version of himself, legacy in a stare that says you're the whole damn universe. Theater. Art. Truth heavier than gold. Don't need the real trophy to feel the weight crash home.
So keep the emotion raw, keep the fire roaring, keep the music cranked, keep the beautiful mess, that's soul's workshop. If you blank on who you are, cue "Like a Prayer" at 3 a.m., let that sax solo wreck you with tears.

That's you, kids. That's the voice thundering through the chaos.

Now go build something beautiful, or hell, just make some righteous noise.

Either way, I'm cheering loud.

--Doc
(Yeah I said it!)

[Club Giamatti 💫 @creamcheeselady]

my close, personal friend, the nation of Puerto Rico

[adiba @780613]

youve caught me at a very puerto rican time in my life

[Rob DenBleyker @RobDenBleyker]

call me "woke" or whatever but I think the Superbowl should have less football and more dancing latinas

[Patrick The Heelhausen @patricktheheel]

“Gay Liberal Halftime Show” and its just Bad Bunny singing surround by the baddest women on earth throwing ass lmfao

[Kid Riles @kid_riles]

Kid Rock makes music for guys who are only allowed to see their children every other weekend, but don’t.

[Extra @Extralongdokkan]

It’s rumored that Bad Bunny will be bringing out Goku during his Super Bowl halftime show today

[lindsey ok @lindseyyok]

Kid Rock makes music for people who vape in the break room at Auto Zone

[Sun Ra @KailSovl]

Today. I no black I’m Porter Rickan.

[erica @ericanextdooor]

everyone hating on bad bunny doing the superbowl halftime show is so weird. if you can’t shake ass just say that

[Imani 🇵🇷 @imanii_reena]

“I never heard a Bad Bunny song” - a man who don’t be around bad bitches.

[Ryan Higa Fan Account @notrence]

Truly a fundamental misunderstanding of Christianity

[GodlyAction @GodlyAction]

In heaven there won’t be a single:

- Transgender
- Homosexual
- Muslim
- Atheist

[Ryan Higa Fan Account @notrence]

Is… is that not how America started?

[Global UPDATES @GlobalUpdates24]

BREAKING –

Trump says Denmark has no legal claim to Greenland

"The fact that they landed a boat there 500 years ago doesn’t mean they own the land"

[Bruno Mars @BrunoMars]

My album is done.