David Y

[Amazing Physics @amazing_physics]

🔘 I had never considered the physics of hula hooping at scale

This is the world record from 2019 at 17’8” by Yuya Yamada of Japan

[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 🇺🇸 @creation247]

One of the craziest things about homeschooling is realizing how much of the school day is fake.

I was a classroom teacher for 20 years.

99% of the time in the classroom is spent correcting kids, waiting for the class to calm down, and giving procedures.

And then when they finally get to the work, it's is busy work and test prep.

None of it is real education.

Your kid can learn more in two focused hours at home than he learns in seven hours inside the government school machine.

And then he gets his childhood back.

That’s the part nobody tells you.

[NoMoreGulags @FreedomAus80100]

Every 12 DAYS, China's carbon emissions exceed Australia's total annual emissions.

Consequently, Australia's efforts to achieve net zero emissions would be offset by China's emissions in just two weeks.

Net Zero is a scam bigger than NDIS or CFMEU

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

He played a soldier who lost both legs.

The role earned him an Oscar nomination.

Then real wounded veterans started calling him “Lieutenant Dan.”

It changed his life forever.

After portraying Lt. Dan Taylor in Forrest Gump (1994), Gary Sinise became one of Hollywood’s most recognizable actors.

But after 9/11, something shifted.

As thousands of Americans returned from Iraq and Afghanistan with life-changing injuries, Sinise began visiting military hospitals.

The veterans didn’t see a movie star.

They saw someone who understood, even if only through a role.

So he kept showing up.

In 2003, he formed the Lt. Dan Band, performing free concerts for troops, veterans, and military families around the world.

Then, in 2011, he launched the Gary Sinise Foundation.

While still starring on CSI: NY, he spent his days filming and his nights raising money, visiting hospitals, and supporting military families.

Eventually, the mission became his full-time work.

One program became the heart of it all:

R.I.S.E. (Restoring Independence Supporting Empowerment).

The goal wasn’t simply to thank wounded veterans.

It was to give them their independence back.

The foundation builds specially adapted, mortgage-free smart homes for America’s most severely wounded veterans.

Wider doorways.

Roll-in showers.

Accessible kitchens.

Voice-activated technology.

Homes designed for people whose lives were permanently changed in combat.

Each one is given to the veteran free of charge.

Since its founding, the Gary Sinise Foundation has delivered more than 100 of these custom-built homes while also providing mobility equipment, mental health support, emergency relief, and millions of meals to service members, veterans, first responders, and their families.

Sinise once said:

“We can never do enough for our nation’s defenders, but we can always do a little more.”

He could have spent the last two decades chasing bigger movie roles.

Instead, he chose hospital hallways over red carpets.

A character he played for two hours became a mission he has lived for more than twenty years.

Sometimes the greatest role a person ever plays…

isn’t on a screen.

It’s in real life.

[Azat @AzatAlsalim]

Pastor has his church and home burned down by islamist mobs in Nigeria, they slaughtered 150 of his congregation.

No protests for Christians in Nigeria!
The UN remains silent!

[Valerie Anne Smith @ValerieAnne1970]

This should terrify every parent.

Pediatrician injects 18-month-old twins with 5 vaccines and both die 8 days later. Mother, Andrea Shaw, spoke out publicly blaming the shots for the deaths of her children… and now authorities have charged HER with murder.

Hepatitis-A, Diphtheria, Pertussis, Tetanus & Flu Vaccines were administered to twins, Dallas & Tyson Shaw at their pediatric 'well child' visit.

Within hours, the toddlers became lethargic and ill. The next morning, their lips were blue, and they struggled to move. Andrea took the twins to the emergency room and told the doctor they had received the vaccines the day before.

The treating physician in the emergency room diagnosed them as suffering from “post-immunization reaction.”

The babies remained symptomatic & ill over the next 6 days. On the 8th day, post vaccines, Andrea found both children unresponsive.

Police and paramedics were called, and investigators immediately focused on the parents. Andrea & Nathaniel told Children's Health Defense that the police immediately treated them as suspects.

“They said that it wasn’t medical and that they figured asphyxiation, and that I had supposedly had a postpartum overwhelming blackout and killed my children,” Andrea said. The family filed a report with the Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System & contacted Children's Health Defense.

Rather than investigating the vaccines as cause of death, including the hospitalization records & vaccine injury diagnosis... the Payette Police Department opened an investigation into Andrea.

The entire medical industry & law authority ignores vaccines as possible cause of SIDS & will go after the parents...

[Joey Mannarino @JoeyMannarino]

Take a good, hard look at this video.

A tiny 9-year-old girl, standing there looking lost, confused, and completely out of place while these grown men swarm all over her.

One’s got his arm draped around her, patting her head like she’s a pet, gesturing and smiling as if this is some joyous occasion.

This is her wedding. To an adult man.

Islam not normal, it’s not “culture,” and it sure as hell isn’t harmless religion.

This is straight-up child abuse and pedophilia dressed up in religious clothing, the same sick practice their prophet normalized when he married a 6-year-old.

We need to call it exactly what it is and stop pretending otherwise.

[David Y @puddy5167]

@FreedomAus80100 ACT in Hastie, repent in leisure

[Denise 🇺🇸 @NoDMsPerfavore]

I am truly perplexed that so many of my friends are against another mosque being built. I think it should be the goal of everyone living in a town to be tolerant regardless of their religious beliefs. Thus the mosque should be allowed, in an effort to promote tolerance.

STAY WITH ME…

That is why I also propose that two nightclubs be opened next door to the mosque; thereby promoting tolerance from within the mosque.

HEAR ME OUT…

We could call one of the clubs, which would be gay, "The Turban Cowboy," and the other, a topless bar, would be called
"You Mecca Me Hot."

Next door should be a butcher shop that specializes in pork, and adjacent to that an open-pit barbecue pork restaurant, called " Iraq of Ribs."

Across the street there could be a lingerie store called "Victoria Keeps Nothing Secret," with sexy mannequins in the window modeling the goods", and on the other side a liquor store called
"Morehammered."

All of this would encourage Muslims to demonstrate the tolerance they demand of us."

Yes we should promote tolerance, and you can do your part by passing this on. And if you are not laughing or smiling at this point.... It is either past your bedtime, or it's midnight at the oasis and time to put your camel to bed. 🤣

[Millie Marconi @MillieMarconnni]

A 33-year-old woman at MIT wrote the code that ran inside the Apollo 11 lunar lander, and 20 seconds before Neil Armstrong touched the moon, her program made a decision the astronauts didn't know was happening that was the only reason the mission didn't crash.

Her name was Margaret Hamilton.

She led the team writing every line of code that would fly humans to the moon and back. The part almost nobody knows is that she had to fight to be allowed to do the work at all.

Code in 1965 was not treated as real work.

Rockets were serious. Circuits were serious. Writing code was something the men at NASA thought secretaries could do on the side. Hamilton was told this to her face more than once.

So she started calling what her team did "software engineering."

She used the phrase on purpose. In meetings. In memos. To force people to treat it as a discipline instead of a chore. Colleagues laughed at her the first few times she said it out loud.

That phrase is now the name of the biggest engineering profession on earth.

The story of what her code did on July 20, 1969 is the one every kid should be taught.

Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were 3 minutes from touching down when the computer inside the lunar module started flashing an alarm.

1202.

Then again. Then 1201. Five alarms in four minutes. The computer was telling the astronauts it could not finish everything it had been asked to do.

The computer they were flying with had less memory than a modern microwave.

Someone on the checklist had left a switch in the wrong position, and a radar the astronauts did not even need right then was flooding the computer with data. It was eating around 13% of the machine's brain at the exact moment every second mattered.

In almost any other system, that overload would have frozen the machine.

A frozen machine 30,000 feet above the moon means a crash. It means two dead astronauts and a third one orbiting alone above them, waiting for a signal that would never come.

Hamilton's code did something else.

She had built the software with a rule almost nobody in her field was using at the time. When the machine ran out of room, it would not treat every task as equally important. It would look at the list of jobs it had been asked to do, throw out the ones that could wait, and keep running only the ones keeping the crew alive.

The radar was the low priority job.

The landing was the highest.

So the computer did what she had told it to do. It dumped the radar. It kept flying. The alarm was not a failure. It was the machine reporting that it was handling the overload exactly the way she had designed it to.

Down in Houston, a 24-year-old engineer named Jack Garman recognized the alarm from a test his team had run months earlier. He shouted "Go" to the flight controller. The controller shouted it up to the crew. The landing kept going.

Armstrong touched the surface with 25 seconds of fuel left.

The part that gets lost in every retelling is why Hamilton had built that safety net in the first place.

NASA had not asked for it.

She had added it on her own, years earlier, because her 4-year-old daughter Lauren had once crashed the simulator by pressing a button during a test. The button was one the astronauts had been told they would never press.

Hamilton wanted the code to survive that button press anyway.

Her bosses told her it was a waste of time. Astronauts do not make mistakes.

She insisted. The safety net went in.

Two years later, on the way to the moon, an astronaut left a switch in the wrong position. The exact class of mistake she had been told would never happen.

There is a photograph of her from that period.

She is standing next to a stack of paper as tall as she is. Every page in that stack is the code her team wrote for the mission. She is smiling at the camera like she knows something the rest of the aerospace industry has not figured out yet.

In 2016, Barack Obama put the Presidential Medal of Freedom around her neck and said the astronauts did not have much time, but thankfully, they had Margaret Hamilton.

Every autopilot in every plane you have ever flown on uses a version of what she invented. Every pacemaker. Every self driving car. Every satellite in orbit.

The idea that a machine should know which job matters most and drop the rest when it runs out of room is now the foundation of almost every safety system on the planet.

She wrote it because a 4 year old crashed a simulator and nobody else thought it was worth fixing.

The men in the room laughed at her for calling it engineering.

Then her code was the only thing in the sky that did not fail.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

In the 1920s, two British scientists accidentally ran the perfect diet experiment, and the answer was so inconvenient it was quietly buried for a hundred years.

John Boyd Orr, later the first head of the United Nations food agency, and John Gilks, head of the Kenyan medical service, studied two peoples living side by side on the same land.

The Kikuyu were farmers. Millet, maize, sweet potato, beans. Meat only on ceremonial days. The exact plant based diet a modern nutritionist would frame and put on the wall.

The Maasai next door lived on cattle. Meat, milk, and blood drawn from the living animal. Almost nothing from the ground at all.

Then they measured them.

The Maasai men stood around five inches taller. They were heavier, and the extra weight was muscle. Their grip was roughly half again as strong. More bone, broader shoulders, and none of the swellings, ulcers and rotten teeth that ran through the farmers.

The Kikuyu, on the diet we are told is ideal, were riddled with bone disease, anaemia and chronic infection. The Maasai, on meat and milk and blood, were not.

Orr and Gilks wrote it down plainly and published it in the Lancet in 1927. The people eating animals were bigger, stronger and healthier than the people eating plants. Same land, same era, everything else held equal.

A hundred years later, it has never made it into a single dietary guideline.

The two peoples ran the experiment cleanly. They just gave the wrong answer.

[PNW Ronda @ProLifeisProGod]

My testimony (the one fit for public consumption):

January 13, 2021 was supposed to be the day I died. The night before, my husband held me close, trying to help me slow his breathing as he pressed his chest against my back. I was having one panic attack after another. Thirty minutes of terror followed a few minutes of drop, and then the panic would flood in again.

It wasn't any one thing that pushed me past my limit. It was a lifetime of severe trauma and childhood neglect that brought me to that point. I'd been raped, choked nearly to death, had 28 different 'dads' living in our home from age 8-15. My father killed himself and involved me in his suicide. My first husband died robbing a bank. I was exploited and pimped out. On and on and on.

I was no angel. I wasn't only a victim. All of that pain twisted me into a broken shell. The pain I caused to others was just as bad as the things that were done to me over the course of my life.

That night in January 2021, after hours of panic attacks, a wonderful escape plan presented itself to me. I realized I could just kill myself. Lights out. As a lifelong atheist I believed I would die and then .... nothing.

In that moment, 'nothing' sounded better than 'anything' else I could imagine.

I sat up in bed with relief. I could breathe. I started planning. I only had to make it until the next day, and I could kill myself while my husband was at work. I decided to go to a hotel so he wouldn't come home and find me.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my mother in law, Tina, at the door. My husband was deeply worried about me and he'd asked her to come to the house and stay in visual range of me until he got home.

Tina was a born again Christian and I was instantly ticked off. I wanted to kill myself. The last thing I wanted was another sermon about her 'sky daddy'.

She sat on the couch with me (I wasn't going to be rude and kick her out) and told me her own story. One she'd never told before. She shared the gospel. She listened to me for hours, telling her about my pain.

When she arrived she said she had a nail appointment at one so we needed to keep track of the time. I counted the minutes, but when it was time to go, and I tried to get rid of her, she said she'd cancelled the appointment and was going to stay with me until Jack got home.

In an absolute fit of panic and childish anger over my foiled suicide plan, I cried and shouted at her, "I DON'T DESERVE THIS."

Tina calmly replied, "Dear, if you and I got what we deserve, we'd both be in hell right now." Then she smiled and took a sip of her coffee.

It felt like I got the wind knocked out of me. It was her non-chalance, her perfect red-lipstick smile. In that moment, I instantly knew it was true. All of it.

I instinctively repented through tears, and asked Jesus to be my savior and to lead me. (I'm pretty yackity so I said a bunch of stuff. I don't remember everything but I prayed for a few minutes). Suddenly, all the panic and pain was gone. In it's place was a joy I'd never experienced before. I jumped up delight and surprise, knowing without doubt that He was the love of my life and I would NEVER leave Him.

Three hours later Jack came home from work and I was so excited I was jumping up and down, smiling, and saying, "I'm saved! I can't believe it's real! I'm saved!"

Jack saw me go from active suicide planning, to pure joy in a matter of hours.

He came to the Lord the next day.

I should be in hell right this minute. So should you. There is no one who is good, no, not one.

But God, in His patient loving kindness gives us time. He gives us chance after chance. He shows himself to us while we still hate him. And in the moment of our submission, He is there to heal our broken hearts.

Because He loved me first. Because he died for me. Because he rose again. Because He is Holy Holy Holy. Because He is all that matters: I will worship Him until my last breath.

[Trad West @trad_west_]

In 2009, Tim Tebow wrote “John 3,16” under his eyes during the National Championship Game. 94 million people searched the verse that night.

Exactly three years later to the day, Tebow played his first NFL playoff game against the Pittsburgh Steelers.

He threw for 316 yards. His yards per completion were 31.6. The TV rating peaked at 31.6. The opponent’s time of possession was 31 06. The only interception in the game was thrown on 3rd and 16. The game was played exactly 316 weeks after Tebow declared he would play college football for the University of Florida.

Six different statistics. All pointing to the same verse. On the same date. Three years apart.

Nobody planned this. Nobody could have.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3,16

[Tommy Robinson 🇬🇧 @TRobinsonNewEra]

The High Court has ordered the release of teacher Enoch Burke from prison.

He has spent almost 700 days in prison since September 2022 for refusing to use gender bending ideology pronouns in the classroom.

A man of integrity.

[Kat A 🌸 @SaiKate108]

They call her racist yet the Japanese can’t get enough of her.

At a recent function, Pauline Hanson was treated like a rock star by 150 Japanese guests. Taking 3 hours to get through photos.

She reminds them of PM Sanae Takaichi who fiercely protects their monoculture.

So why can’t Australia do the same ? 🇦🇺

[David Y @puddy5167]

@JimThom90458694 Who did they ask? Any stats 101 student will tell you that you can make the numbers say whatever you want. Until they show you the questions and the sampling details it’s meaningless

[Tevin Macharia Mukabana @TevinMacharia]

Mike McKinsey was a construction superintendent who believed in God but lived as a "Sunday Christian." During his son's wedding weekend, he became seriously ill but ignored the pain until a ruptured appendix left him fighting for his life.
As he lay on the operating table, Mike said he saw Jesus enter the room wearing a white robe. Jesus took his hand and said, "I want to answer your prayer." Instantly, Mike found himself on a mountain overlooking a breathtaking heavenly city, filled with overwhelming peace and the glory of God.
Doctors revived him, and the surgeon later told him it was the worst ruptured appendix case he had ever seen in a surviving patient.
The following night in the ICU, while battling pneumonia and severe infection, Mike said Jesus spoke to him for three hours, saying, "I had to get you flat on your back so you could hear Me." Jesus assured him he would recover and called him to a deeper relationship with Him.
Mike says the experience completely transformed his life. He now reads the Bible daily and shares his testimony through his book, I Held the Hand of Jesus in Heaven. His message is: "Jesus is real. Heaven is real. And He has not forgotten the prayers you prayed as a child."

[Craig Kelly:🇦🇺Foundation for Economic Education @craigkellyAFEE]

If you pushed the covid shots, if you attacked and vilified those that tried to sound the warning - it’s time to get on your knees and beg God for forgiveness for your stupidity, gullibility, and arrogance.

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

On August 22, 2002, Michelle Knight missed a court hearing in Cleveland, Ohio. She had been fighting the state for custody of her young son, and investigators assumed she had simply given up and walked away. A missing persons report was eventually filed, but it was removed from active lists roughly fifteen months after she vanished. There were no search parties, no vigils, no posters. The quiet, systemic assumption was that she had probably left on her own.

She hadn't. She had been taken.

Ariel Castro, a local school bus driver, had driven her to his house at 2207 Seymour Avenue, attacked her, and locked her inside. She was 21 years old. She would not leave for eleven years.

In April 2003, Castro abducted sixteen-year-old Amanda Berry as she walked home from her job at Burger King. The community response was immediate and sustained — her family organized, campaigned, and kept her face on television for years. America's Most Wanted covered the case, the FBI got involved. A year later, in April 2004, he abducted fourteen-year-old Gina DeJesus. Her family responded with the same fierce determination: billboards, vigils, community organizations. The world was actively searching for two of the three women locked inside that house.

Inside, Michelle had already been a prisoner for years. She was impregnated five times and lost every pregnancy through Castro's deliberate violence. He physically beat her so severely she miscarried each time. He taunted her daily with the fact that no one was looking for her. Castro reportedly told her: "Your families don't care about you. Ain't you glad I took you?"

She refused to disappear inside her own mind.

On Christmas Day 2006, Amanda Berry went into labor. Castro panicked and threatened Michelle's life if the baby died, then left the house. Amanda was alone and terrified. Michelle had no medical training, and had lost five pregnancies of her own through violence, but she stepped in anyway. She delivered Jocelyn. When the infant wasn't breathing, she performed CPR until the baby cried. She saved two lives that night — in the dark, in captivity, with no help coming.

On May 6, 2013, Castro left a door unsecured. Amanda broke free, called for help from neighbor Charles Ramsey, and police arrived to find all three women and six-year-old Jocelyn. All of them walked out into daylight.

Amanda and Gina were welcomed home by families who had never stopped fighting for them. Their reunions were broadcast live. Michelle walked out of the same house on the same day into a very different reality. In much of the media coverage that followed, she was barely a footnote.

She has spoken about this openly in the years since — not with bitterness, but with striking clarity. She wrote two memoirs: *Finding Me* in 2014 and *Life After Darkness* in 2018, both New York Times bestsellers. She legally changed her name to Lily Rose Lee, choosing an identity for herself on her own terms. She founded a nonprofit, Lily's Ray of Hope, supporting survivors of child abuse, domestic violence, and human trafficking. In 2015, she married Miguel Rodriguez, a courier she met through mutual friends.

She speaks publicly about missing persons — specifically the ones who fall through the cracks: those with complicated backgrounds, unstable housing, difficult histories, whose disappearances get explained away rather than investigated. She speaks about the documented disparity in how resources and coverage are allocated to different victims based on class, race, and circumstance.

Castro pleaded guilty to 937 criminal counts of rape, kidnapping, and aggravated murder and was sentenced to life in prison without parole, plus 1,000 years. He hanged himself in his cell weeks after his sentencing.

Lily Rose Lee is still working. She knows exactly what it feels like to vanish while still breathing. She knows what it means to be declared not worth searching for. She knows that somewhere, right now, there is another vulnerable person whose disappearance is being explained away.

The woman who delivered a baby with her bare hands in the darkest place imaginable is now using those same hands to pull others into the light.

[Born Under the Southern Cross @BornCross80444]

Back in 1967 they knew.

Before Labor was brought.