143 bundles of human hair.
26 kilograms. Hidden inside pillows.
Smuggled out of Iran and just seized by Armenian customs officers.
And for many Iranians, one thought immediately comes to mind:
The hundreds of young women who disappeared after the January 2026 protests.
The daughters whose families still don’t know where they are.
The daughters whose bodies were never returned.
The daughters whose mothers and fathers are still waiting for answers.
The Islamic Republic has spent 47 years murdering, torturing, raping, executing, and disappearing its own people. Families have spent decades accusing the regime of covering up deaths, returning mutilated bodies, and harvesting organs from prisoners and victims killed in custody.
The regime has committed so many horrors against its own people that when authorities intercept 26 kilograms of human hair being smuggled out of Iran, many Iranians don’t see a customs violation.
They see the daughters who never came home.
One question:
Whose hair is it?💔
“Let’s completely destroy a grown man’s means to provide for his family because the Knicks won a basketball game”
These people are fucking morons, hope they get facially recognized and prosecuted
@havivrettiggur@ScottGreenfield Wrong. Platner could have a totenkopf tattooed over a Confederate flag and br branded with "The South Will Rise Again" and he'll have full D party backing so long as he attracts donations and speaks ill of the bad orange man.
In the summer of 1990 I was a 20-year-old traipsing around Europe with my friends. We were lucky enough to attend a USMNT game in Italy at the World Cup. In Florence, we met Hermann from Austria. I don’t remember much from AUTvUSA (2-1), but I remember the party after the game at the bar with Hermann and all the Austrian and U.S. fans. He didn’t speak a word of English, but it didn’t matter. The World Cup connected us. May you all meet a Hermann this summer.🇺🇸⚽️
PS - Old school disposable camera selfie.
I’ve had some time to digest this, and you know what really bothers me?
There’s no names.
We lost less people in GWOT than Vietnam, yet every one of them is listed.
They say you die twice: first when you physically die and then again when people stop saying your name.
It is just so infuriating that people are coming up with absurd pretense for supporting Platner.
He is basically Andrew Tate. There is no redeeming quality there; you just care more about your side winning, so you overlook it. Just be honest.
The truth is that Platner is an unstable shitbag.
If he wasn’t running for office, the people defending him would be asking the local police to keep an eye on him.
If we had taken a genetic test when my wife was pregnant with him, it would have shown he had an ultra rare chromosomal abnormality. One that could cause failure-to-thrive, growth problems. He might never talk, never walk, never leave home. It’s impossible to tell how it’ll affect him
His first night alive his heart stopped and his oxygen levels dropped. They told us he essentially died. We bought an oxygen monitor to go home with.
At the time we didn’t know he had any other issues. We wouldn’t know for nearly a year and a half.
When we did it took a while for it to set in that all the dreams and hopes we had for him were dead.
But he, he was alive. He was with us. He is still our wonderful boy, just now with extra struggles.
His immune system struggles more than the rest. At 6yrs old he’s the size of a 3yr old. He didn’t walk until he was 3-4. He’s only semi-verbal and still not potty trained. We’ve had him in every form of therapy available. Even a routine dental procedure requires anesthesia which local dentists won’t do due to his condition.
Those are his struggles. They’re real. They’re difficult.
If we’d done the testing back then, the doctor would likely have offered killing him in utero as the solution to his and our “problems.”
But his life doesn’t begin or end with his problems and struggles.
It begins with his life. His incredible, God-given life. His beautiful smile, his bubbling laugh, the way his crimson curls bounce as he runs around the yard after his little sister or his brother. It’s in his love for his siblings, and their love for him. It’s in his kind heart and thoughtfulness and desire to help with anything he can, even if it means he puts dishes in the trash by accident.
He’s my little buddy, follows me around like a shadow and his favorite thing is to snuggle up with me when I’m sitting on the couch playing a game.
He isn’t a burden on our lives. He’s not an inconvenience. He’s a blessing who enriches every single part of all of our lives
Every day I’m beyond grateful that God gave me my little boy.
@ZaidJilani So well read that he didn’t recognize what his own tattoo was and so curious that he walked around with it for 18 years without ever trying to figure it out
Zoey was born with brittle bone disease and uses a wheelchair for mobility.
At graduation, she was determined to walk across the stage, even though every step risked a fracture.
She defied the odds.
A disability does not erase a person’s strength or dignity.
Every child, regardless of diagnosis, deserves to be welcomed, protected, and celebrated.