They dropped him to the ground and handcuffed him AFTER they shot & killed him. They dropped him to the ground and handcuffed him AFTER they shot a bullet through his head.
My dad retired at 59
I will not
He had a pension. I have a 401k I can barely fund.
He bought his house at 28.
I can't touch a down payment at 30.
He paid $90 a month for health insurance. I pay $430.
At dinner he told me I need to be smarter with money.
I nodded.
Didn't tell him his entire life was built on an economy that no longer exists.
Didn't tell him my generation is paying for his Social Security while ours gets gutted.
Didn't tell him the ladder he climbed got pulled up right after him.
Just passed the potatoes.
Make it make sense
A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farallon Islands (outside the Golden Gate) and radioed for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so badly off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her.... a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.
They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, nudged them, and pushed gently, thanking them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives. The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same. May you be so fortunate to be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the things that are binding you.
And, may you always know the joy of giving and receiving gratitude
Elon Musk has taught me that with effort, a strong entreprenueurial spirit, an emerald mine, a lot of exploitation, self-dealing, white privilege, a bad hair transplant, supplemental testosterone, an expired student visa, a charity that gives money to itself, ecstasy, ketamine, weed, cocaine, Ozempic, people loathing you so much they pay you to go away and most of all a sh*tload of government subsidies, you can accomplish whatever you want in America.
INCREDIBLE!
Washington Post journalist Hannah Natanson who had Trump’s FBI raid her home and take her phones and laptops, just won the Pulitzer Prize with the Washington Post.
Congrats!!
In news that will get very little coverage, Mariska Hargitay's "End the Backlog Campaign" achieves rape kit reform in ALL 50 states, DC, and Puerto Rico.
It's women who are going to save us. Thank you Mariska Hargitay.
America knew her smile. No one knew what it was hiding.
Sally Field was seven years old when her childhood ended. The year was 1952. Her mother had just remarried a man named Jock Mahoney—a Hollywood stuntman who would later become Tarzan himself. Tall, magnetic, the kind of man who commanded attention when he entered a room.
To neighbors and friends, he seemed like the perfect stepfather.
Behind closed doors, he was her nightmare.
For years, the abuse continued. And what made it unbearable, Field would later write, was that he wasn't simply a monster. He could be enchanting. Playful. He made her feel special even as he destroyed her sense of safety. Her mother never stopped it—whether she didn't see or chose not to look, Sally would never fully know.
So the little girl did what children in impossible situations do. She learned to vanish. She became a master at reading moods, softening edges, making herself small enough to survive.
At fourteen, she found the courage to make it stop herself.
At eighteen, Hollywood made her a star.
Gidget. The Flying Nun. America fell in love with the bright, wholesome girl-next-door. But the smile they adored was the same mask she'd been perfecting since childhood. The wholesomeness was real and unreal at once—a survival skill that had finally found a stage.
Underneath, she carried a weight she couldn't name. She married young. Divorced. Married again. Divorced again. She spent years in a turbulent relationship with Burt Reynolds, later realizing she was trying to heal a wound that existed long before she met him.
When Hollywood tried to keep her in the cute-girl box, she fought her way out. She studied acting seriously. She auditioned through rejection. She pushed toward truth.
Then came Norma Rae in 1979. A factory worker who finds her voice. The girl who spent her childhood disappearing became the loudest woman on screen—and won her first Oscar.
Five years later, another Oscar for Places in the Heart. Then Steel Magnolias, Mrs. Doubtfire, Forrest Gump. A legendary career. Two Academy Awards.
But the secret remained buried. Her stepfather died in 1989, never facing consequences. Her mother grew old. Sally never spoke the words.
Until 2012.
She was sixty-five, cast as Mary Todd Lincoln in Spielberg's Lincoln. Something inside her finally broke open—something, she said, that had been growing for decades and she could no longer breathe around.
She went to her dying mother and told her the truth. Fifty years after it began, she said the words she had swallowed for half a century.
Then she picked up a pen and began to write.
Not a polished celebrity memoir. A reckoning. In Pieces was published in September 2018, and it shook readers to their core. She wrote about the abuse. About a secret abortion at seventeen in Tijuana. About eating disorders. About bad relationships. About decades of therapy. About the slow, painful work of finding the child she had made invisible.
She's in her late seventies now. Famous for sixty years. Two Oscars on a shelf and generations of fans.
But ask her what the bravest thing she ever did was, and it won't be any film you remember.
It was telling the truth. Walking back into the rooms she survived and naming them aloud. Looking at every broken part of herself and saying: This is me.
She wrote: I am in pieces. And in some way, I always have been.
But pieces can be put back together.
Some people spend their lives running from what was done to them. Sally Field ran for fifty years. Then she stopped, turned around, and walked back toward it—with a pen in her hand.
That's not just courage. That's what reclaiming a life looks like.
When some people leave, you never see them again. And then there are those you see every time you close your eyes, no matter how long they've been gone.
ICE's largest facility now holds 3000 people and they can barely run it. People dying, not being fed, children attempting suicide, no medical care. Now they are opening 10,000 bed facilities all over the country.
They’re looking at the same video we are and telling us he did something he didn’t do. That’s gaslighting. They want us to stop believing our own eyes.