The Atlanta Journal-Constitution today:
“In 1860, an enslaved man named Sheppard Peek was listed among the possessions of William Peek, a white man in Crawfordville. His value was placed at $1,400.
On another surviving document, Sheppard signed his name with an X.
More than a century and a half later, Sheppard’s great-great-granddaughter, Keisha Lance Bottoms, was elected governor of Georgia.
The distance between Crawfordville and the Governor’s Mansion can be measured in miles. The distance between a man once listed as property and his descendant, now elected to lead the state that sanctioned his enslavement, is harder to comprehend.”
Indeed.
Only one chance in this lifetime…
Like watching sunset at the beach from the most foreign seat in the cosmos, I couldn’t resist a cell phone video of Earthset. You can hear the shutter on the Nikon as @Astro_Christina is hammering away on 3-shot brackets and capturing those exceptional Earthset photos through the 400mm lens. @AstroVicGlover was in window 3 watching with @Astro_Jeremy next to him.
I could barely see the Moon through the docking hatch window but the iPhone was the perfect size to catch the view…this is uncropped, uncut with 8x zoom which is quite comparable to the view of the human eye. Enjoy.
This would be terrible. This Y is FILLED most nights with youth programming!
"It just feels like everybody keeps abandoning the east side," Cordi said. "And nobody wants to save it." https://t.co/ZF04jyZL7W via @indystar
For decades the right was carrying "Don't Tread on Me" flags and arming themselves for defense against overreaching feds from "the Gumnint."
Now its like: "well, if you didn't perfectly follow the confusing demands from the masked agent, you deserved to be shot in the face."
The idea that a person who is standing on their own front porch and filming government officials is “interfering” with law enforcement is absolutely bonkers.
For Renee Nicole Good
Killed by I.C.E. on January 7, 2026
by Amanda Gorman
They say she is no more,
That there her absence roars,
Blood-blown like a rose.
Iced wheels flinched & froze.
Now, bare riot of candles,
Dark fury of flowers,
Pure howling of hymns.
If for us she arose,
Somewhere, in the pitched deep of our grief,
Crouches our power,
The howl where we begin,
Straining upon the edge of the crooked crater
Of the worst of what we’ve been.
Change is only possible,
& all the greater,
When the labour
& bitter anger of our neighbors
Is moved by the love
& better angels of our nature.
What they call death & void,
We know is breath & voice;
In the end, gorgeously,
Endures our enormity.
You could believe departed to be the dawn
When the blank night has so long stood.
But our bright-fled angels will never be fully gone,
When they forever are so fiercely Good.
My dad came from Italy
But I’m American
But should I hate your father because he came from Ireland or France or Russia?
Wouldn’t I be a first-class fathead?
Think about that fellas.
Use your good American heads
Don’t let anyone make suckers out of you”
—Frank Sinatra
In this video, you can watch Border Patrol cause an accident with a US citizen, refuse to help him, and then ultimately arrest him for asking for their insurance. They locked up him, but then released him with no charges. Again only because he had video.
Over the past decade, as I've occupied a front-row seat to observe the degradation of our government and the moral cowardice of its leaders, a question has always nagged at me: Do these people not care how they're going to be remembered?
Ben Sasse cared. You could tell -- both in conversation with him and watching from afar. It was apparent that he felt the weight of history judging him, posterity studying him, his children living with his name and his legacy.
And so, he acted accordingly. Does that mean he got everything right? Nope. None of us do. But at least he tried. At least he had a standard. At least he was honest -- with himself and with us. At least he could look his kids in the eye and know that for whatever the temptation to gain the world, he hadn't forfeited his soul.
Check out these tributes pouring in from across the ideological spectrum. How refreshing -- how dreadfully rare -- to see a political figure celebrated for their integrity, their honor, their steadfast virtue.
Ben Sasse aimed to be a good man. And so, he'll be remembered as a great man.
I'll be praying for him and his family this advent season. (And I, for one, will never read Isaiah 9 again without thinking of him! Now that's a legacy, @BenSasse.)
Football brings the world together—that’s why we love the World Cup.
How can FIFA give a “peace” award to someone who does the opposite? Someone who divides with hate, trashes Somalis and Haitians and makes Latinos fear walking the street. That’s anti-football. And bombing boats in the Caribbean? This prize betrays the beautiful game. @FIFA is betraying their core fans that made FIFA possible. @Concacaf@UEFAcom