Used to be a lone weredonk, but now a herd leader somehow... Things may turn NSFW unexpectedly, so if you’re under 18, see you when you’ve reached that. 🔞
The governor of Oklahoma raises a glass of raw milk to a camera in 2026, takes a swig, and tells the state it tastes like freedom.
He had just signed a law lifting the cap on how much unpasteurised milk a farm can sell directly to the public, from a hundred gallons a month to fifteen hundred, and making it legal to advertise the stuff. Oklahoma is one of a run of states pulling raw milk back out of the shadows. And every time one does, the same warning goes up: this was banned for a reason, have you forgotten why.
So it is worth remembering exactly why. The real reason has been quietly mislaid.
In the growing American cities of the mid-1800s, milk became a genuine killer, and the reason was an industry. Distilleries producing whiskey had a hot, sour waste left over called swill, and someone worked out you could feed it to cows packed into sheds right next to the still. The animals lived in filth, diseased and dying on their feet, and gave a thin bluish milk so poor it was doctored with chalk, plaster and molasses just to pass for milk. This swill milk poured into the cities and killed infants by the thousand. That was the scandal that built the case for pasteurising milk and regulating dairies, and it was a fair case against that milk.
Here is the part that got quietly folded in. The same wave of law that rightly killed off the distillery-slop dairies also swept up the clean stuff: milk from healthy cows on grass, on small farms, drawn into clean pails. All of it got tarred with the swill-dairy brush and pushed toward the same ban. And once the big pasteurising plants and the consolidated dairies were built, keeping the small raw producer locked out stopped being about disease at all. It became about who was allowed to sell milk.
The filthy urban swill dairy vanished a century ago. The suspicion it earned got pinned, permanently, onto a farmer selling clean milk from healthy cows at his own gate.
They banned the milk of dying cows fed on distillery waste, which was right, and then kept the ban aimed at the farm down the lane, which was never the problem.
My random side quest has been listening to interviews of Americans of Japanese ancestry interred during WWII.
I’ve listened to 30? 40? 50 interviews?
Can’t seem to find even one example of anyone saying they hate America. They don’t even criticize the fact that they were interred. At least I haven’t found one to say it yet.
Fast forward to 2026 and we get room temperature IQ “migrants” from the 3rd world who get insane benefits while enjoying total freedom yet openly state they want to destroy our country from within.
Make it make sense.
New mother just got her bill for giving birth to her baby in America, here is the breakdown of costs
- Labor and delivery room 1 night: $3,200
- Postpartum room 1 night: $3,200
- Pitocin 3 bags: $1,179
- IV fluids saline bag: $90
- Zofran: $128
- Epidural medication: $158
- Lidocaine with epinephrine + Fentanyl): $560
- Random medicine: $136
- Lidocaine with epinephrine: $134
- Fentanyl: $134
- Foley catheter insertion: $472
- Vaginal Delivery charge facility fee: $9,993
- Ibuprofen: $28 each
- Prenatal vitamin: $28
- Iron : $28
Original hospital bill total: Well over $20,000, insurance negotiated down
Physician OB Charges:
- OB for vaginal birth after C-section: $6,185 (The doctor was present for 3 minutes)
This was her 2nd birth
She also had another birth that was a C-Section that cost a flat $32,000
Keep in mind before big insurance companies got involved and healthcare became about profit, it only cost about $300 or so to give both in America during the 60s and 70s. People didn’t buy health insurance they just paid cash
Big insurance companies have ruined our healthcare in America
🚨WHAT THE HELL?!!!
A mother stepped in front of an armed Black male robber to protect her son…
…AND HE SH0T HER IN THE HEAD AS SHE RAN AWAY!!!!!
Her name was Jean Gragg, she was 40 years old.
Her son had arranged to sell a watch on Facebook Marketplace.
The buyer came to their own home in South Bend, Indiana.
Police say that 18-year-old buyer, John Ford, pulled out a gun, said “I need it,” and tried to rip the watch out of the son’s hands.
Jean did what a mother does… she stepped BETWEEN them.
She put herself in front of the gun and chased him off her property.
Then, police say, surveillance video shows the coward turning and firing at her MULTIPLE TIMES as she turned around and ran back toward her house.
He sh0t her in the head.
He threw the gun over a fence and ran.
On Saturday, Jean Gragg sadly passed away.
He is now charged with M*RDER.
WE. DO. NOT. HAVE. TO. LIVE. LIKE. THIS!!!!!!!!!
Say her name. Jean Gragg.
At ninety-eight, Fred Kummerow sued the Food and Drug Administration.
He was a biochemist at the University of Illinois, born in Germany, and he had been trying to get someone to listen for a very long time.
In 1957 he took samples from the arteries of people who had died of heart attacks and identified what was clogging them: trans fat, the artificial kind made by pumping hydrogen through cheap vegetable oil to turn it solid. The margarine and shortening the new dietary advice was busy recommending in place of butter and lard were full of it. He published the finding in Science. He fed the stuff to pigs and watched the lesions form in their arteries too. And he said so, plainly, for decades, while the food pyramid pointed the other way and the money stayed with the cheap solid fat that never went off on a shelf.
The scale of it is worth stating plainly. By the time the ban finally arrived, artificial trans fats were being linked to something on the order of tens of thousands of American deaths a year. Kummerow was heckled by industry men at scientific conferences for daring to say so. Here was one biochemist, armed with a hospital's worth of diseased arteries and a lab full of pigs, up against an entire manufacturing sector whose cheapest and most convenient fat he was trying to condemn, and the sector had the ear of the regulator while he did not.
They did not listen. The oil was profitable and convenient and the story had already been sold. So in 2009, aged ninety-four, he filed a formal petition asking the FDA to act. Three years passed and they did not answer it. So in 2013, a few weeks short of ninety-nine, he took the federal government to court for ignoring him.
Two years later the FDA finally moved to ban artificial trans fats from the American food supply. Kummerow lived to see it. He died in 2017 at the age of a hundred and two, of the arteriosclerosis he had spent sixty years warning the country about.
The fat he identified stayed in the food for another half century after he found it, because taking it out cost money and leaving it in did not.
He was right in 1957. They agreed with him in 2015. Nobody has ever explained the years in between.
You know, if I could look like this with a just a touch more wolf in the face I would be an extremely happy person 🐺 Also, this is a cool little animation 👏 👏 👏
40 out of 86 Brown students scored a perfect 100 on their midterm. Then the professor moved the final in person, and 22 of those perfect scorers never showed up again.
He'd suspected AI cheating from the start. The take-home midterm was deliberately harder than usual, yet the class averaged 96 when the historical range is 65 to 80. Some answers contained odd phrasing that matched what ChatGPT produced when he ran the questions through it himself.
Roberto Serrano has taught economics at Brown for 34 years. He filed no accusations. He announced the final would be in person, count for half the grade, and that if the two distributions didn't match, the final alone would determine grades.
Then the exodus. 27 students never showed up. 22 of them had perfect midterms. Of the 59 who did show, 19 failed. Several signed the exam and turned it in blank. The average fell from 96 to 48, the lowest in the course's history.
He never needed a plagiarism detector. The cheaters identified themselves by walking away. A grade distribution became a confession.
Here's the part nobody's sitting with. Serrano proved it. He sent the distributions to Brown's dean and provost. The provost never responded. The academic committee's reply amounted to calling it "a wake-up call." The students who bailed before the final walked away clean.
Every university in America is now grading two populations, students and students plus ChatGPT, on one curve. The honest kids in Serrano's class watched a 96 average get set by machines, then sat a real final against it. The cheaters lost nothing. That's the incentive structure now, and it grades itself.
One of the most resilient battles in medical history has officially come to an end today. Martha Lillard, the last remaining person in the world to rely on an "Iron Lung," has passed away at the age of 78. Contracted polio in 1953 on her 5th birthday, Martha spent 73 years of her life inside this massive negative-pressure metal cylinder. Despite being paralyzed by the ruthless disease before vaccines were available, she lived an extraordinary life—writing poetry, painting, and composing music for a left-handed piano. Spending a lifetime with only her head exposed, watching the world through a mirror on the ceiling, her passing marks the end of an era. The world has lost the last living witness to the polio epidemics and a profound symbol of the unbreakable human spirit. Rest in peace.
EXCLUSIVE 🚨 Fort Worth, Texas - On June 27, 2026, at Trinity Pride Fest in Fort Worth, Texas, street preachers Richard Penkoski and David Grisham were subjected to multiple violations of their First Amendment rights while attempting to preach on public property.
Upon arrival, they were immediately met by Fort Worth police officers who blocked their access to the public street and sidewalk, threatening both men with arrest for trespassing if they entered the area. When Grisham reminded officers that he had previously sued the City of Fort Worth in 2014 over this exact issue - a lawsuit that resulted in a settlement and an official apology from the city - the officer dismissed the prior case, stating, “I don’t care, you can file whatever lawsuit you want.”
After being forced outside the barricades, the confrontation escalated as multiple officers allegedly threatened to cite the men based on the subjective reactions of attendees. A female officer stated they would be cited if they said anything “offensive.” When Penkoski responded that offensive speech is protected under the Constitution and is not a crime, the officer claimed it fell under disorderly conduct, stating, “Well, yes, that is the conduct.”
Another officer further confirmed that citations would be based solely on whether others were offended. When Penkoski asked whether calling a biological male a “male” would result in a citation if someone took offense, the officer responded that if he continued doing so and someone found it offensive, he would be cited. Penkoski also pointed out that he was deeply offended by half-naked men walking around children at the event, but the officer dismissed the complaint, responding, “There’s really not much I can do about that.”
During the encounter, Penkoski pulled up and directly showed an officer established U.S. Supreme Court precedent confirming that the government cannot prohibit citizens from accessing traditional public forums such as streets and sidewalks simply because a private group holds a permit. Although the officer acknowledged the information by responding, “Huh,” he continued enforcing the restriction. (This video will be in the thread)
As officers repeatedly pushed the preachers farther away from the event, David Grisham was ultimately issued a citation for “unreasonable noise.” When asked to explain what constituted unreasonable noise under the circumstances, officers were unable to provide a clear definition, vaguely suggesting it could involve “sticking a megaphone in someone’s ear” - which Penkoski states did not occur, as the megaphone was held at waist level - or simply offending people.
When the officers were asked how they justified suppressing the constitutional rights of Christians and veterans who fought for the country, they offered no meaningful objective explanation. As a veteran who was willing to die defending American liberties, Penkoski said he found it deeply alarming that a Christian preacher in modern America could be threatened with arrest and cited while standing on public property simply because his message offended those listening.
My name is Ella, I'm 17 years old.
I do long jump. I play volleyball. I go to school in New Richmond, Wisconsin.
When my school allowed a biological male into the girls' restroom without telling parents —
I went to the school board.
With my name attached.
In my own town.
I got bullied for it. Harassed online. Even some of my own teachers came after me.
I'm still here.
Because here's what I know:
The net in women's volleyball is set nearly a foot lower for a reason.
A biological male can hit a ball across that net at force that could seriously injure a girl.
And in track — all it takes is three biological males entering the girls' category
and not a single girl in this state stands on a podium.
I didn't speak up because it was easy.
I spoke up because somebody had to.
The Supreme Court is about to answer the question every girl in America is asking.
We're ready.
@JenniferSey@xx_xyathletics
You walk into a Prague grocery store in 1985 and the toothpaste says "TOOTHPASTE." That is the brand. White tube, blue letters, no name, because a name implies a producer competing for your loyalty, and there is no competition. There is one toothpaste. You take it or your teeth stays dirty.
The soap works the same way. "SOAP," wrapped in waxy gray paper that crumbles when you look at it. Is it good soap? You have no idea, and you never will, because you have nothing to compare it to. The genius of price signals and brand reputation is that they pack thousands of strangers' judgments into one purchase decision. Strip that away and you are buying blind. Quality becomes a rumor. You hear the soap from the Plzeň plant lathers better than the Ostrava one, so you hoard the Plzeň bars when a friend tips you off. That is your consumer research: gossip.
Now the line. You have stood in it for two hours, and you do not yet know what it sells. You joined because a line means something arrived. Oranges, maybe. Toilet paper, if the planners felt generous this quarter. This happens not because the planners are evil or even incompetant. Without market prices for capital goods, the central planner cannot calculate. He is flying blind, allocating steel and labor by guesswork, and the result lands at your feet as an empty shelf and a four-hour queue for shoes that do not fit. The system itself cannot function. It is impossible. Production under socialism is impossible because there are no price signals.
There were no restaurants worth the word. East Berlin in 1980 had a handful of state canteens serving the same gray schnitzel, where the waiter did you a favor by taking your order and the kitchen ran out of half the menu by noon. Choice was a Western decadence. You ate what existed.
This is what "they meant well" produced: a continent of adults trading gossip about soap and standing in line for the privilege of not knowing what they would get. The planners promised abundance and delivered a blank tube of toothpaste. Forty years of it. Yet, people keep telling you it was never tried properly.
Eight million horses, mules and donkeys died in the First World War.
Most did not die in cavalry charges. They died in the mud, hauling guns and shells and ambulances until their hearts gave out, drowning in shell holes, freezing, starving, worked to death in a war they had not chosen, carrying men who often loved them and could do nothing to save them.
That was the ones who died. The ones who survived got something worse.
When the guns fell silent, the old and broken were sold to the abattoirs of the continent for meat. The younger were sold to hard labour in Egypt and France, where a decade later some were found hauling carts as living skeletons, still carrying the army brand. Britain did not bring them home. It was judged too expensive. Of the hundred and thirty-six thousand horses Australia sent, exactly one came back.
And the men who had ridden them for years, shared their rations and their warmth, were made to hand them over, or to shoot the animals themselves, because a bullet from a friend was kinder than what waited otherwise.
A very few came home. A team of black gun-horses, the Old Blacks, drew the coffin of the Unknown Warrior to Westminster Abbey, and in 1926 were retired to green pastures to live out their days in peace. A memorial to all the rest remembers them in three words. Faithful unto death.
Which brings us, a century on, to Hector.
A Cavalry Black, like the Old Blacks. Seventeen years in service. He too walked behind a gun carriage at a state funeral, through the drums and the silence while a nation wept. And when his service ended, this time the country managed the thing it had failed to manage eight million times before.
It gave him a green field, a companion, and the right to lie flat out in the sun and sleep, certain that nothing is coming for him and nobody is going to sell him on.
Lie down, Hector. You have earned it.
So had they all.
Stephen A. Smith admits he can’t wrap his head around “how the hell” the Clintons and Obamas left office worth upwards of $100,000,000 after “serving” the American people.
“Clinton was a lawyer in Arkansas, grew up poor, relatively broke. How the hell he and the Clinton Foundation are worth hundreds of millions of dollars beats me.”
“Barack Obama was a community organizer who became the President of the United States. And last time I checked, that salary ain’t over $450,000.”
“How the hell you depart from office, [together] you worth over $200 million?”
Clintons’ net worth before office: ~$1,300,000
Clintons’ net worth today: ~$120,000,000
Obamas’ net worth before office: ~$1,300,000
Obamas’ net worth today: ~$70,000,000
The worst man-made ecological disaster in American history was not caused by cattle or coal. It was caused by ploughing up grassland for wheat, because the experts promised that rain follows the plough. We have quietly agreed to forget that.
- For thousands of years the Great Plains were deep-rooted native grass, grazed by tens of millions of bison, holding the soil through every drought
- Then the boosters arrived with a theory that cultivating the land would summon the rain. Farmers tore up the prairie to plant shallow-rooted wheat
- The rain did not follow the plough. The drought did, and with no roots left to hold it, the topsoil lifted off and blew away
- Dust storms rolled a thousand miles and blackened the sky over New York. The decade earned the name the Dirty Thirties
- Hundreds of thousands were driven off the land by what the plough had set loose
Grass and bison had held that soil since the Ice Age. We traded them for tillage and monoculture on the strength of a slogan, and within a generation the land got up and left. The bill came in full, and we are already busy ordering it again.
In 1980, an entire species had one mother. Her name was Old Blue.
The Chatham Island black robin had been reduced to just 5 individuals, and Old Blue, identified by the blue band on her leg, was the only breeding female left alive. Introduced rats and cats had wiped the species from most of its range on the remote Chatham Islands, 500 miles east of New Zealand, and habitat loss had finished much of the damage.
By the time Don Merton and his New Zealand Wildlife Service team began intensive management, there was almost nothing left to save.
Merton realized that if Old Blue's eggs were removed and placed in the nests of Chatham Island tomtits, she would lay replacement clutches. The foster parents raised the first broods while Old Blue produced more eggs.
Against all odds, the population began to grow. Old Blue was last seen in December 1983. By then, she had produced enough descendants to give the species a future. Every Chatham Island black robin alive today traces its ancestry back to her.
Don Merton went on to apply similar techniques to endangered birds around the world before his death in 2011. The black robin remains one of conservation's most extraordinary success stories.
Old Blue never knew how close her species came to disappearing forever. But she lived long enough to ensure that it didn't.
🚨#BREAKING: It has been confirmed that the man who threw a 3-year-old toddler into a crocodile enclosure in the UK...
...HAS ALREADY BEEN LET OUT ON BOND!!!!
The man is being described as 'mentally disabled' and police are STILL refusing to name him.
Witnesses say the zoo owner's WIFE jumped 15 feet into the crocodile enclosure herself to rescue the child.
Every February, the biggest forced migration of livestock on the planet rolls across America on the backs of lorries. The cargo is bees, and a great many arrive dead.
- Around 70% of America's commercial honeybees, nearly two million hives, are loaded onto flatbeds and hauled to one valley in California
- They pollinate the almonds, because that valley grows 80% of the world's supply and cannot pollinate a single tree itself
- The blossom lasts three weeks. The rest of the year is bare, sprayed dirt, so the bees are kept alive on sugar syrup like patients on a drip
- They arrive drenched in fungicide and stacked four high, swapping diseases at the most crowded bee gathering on earth
- In the year to spring 2025, commercial keepers lost about 62% of their colonies, near 1.7 million hives. Boxes strong in autumn stood silent by February. The worst on record
Almond milk is sold as the gentle, cruelty-free sip for people who would rather not trouble an animal. It is poured from the deadliest pollination event human beings have ever staged.
The World Cup has turned America into a discovery channel for the rest of the world.
And they are not handling it well.
In the best possible way.
Here is what they are discovering:
Free public restrooms. Europeans pay every time.
Free water at every restaurant. Just appears.
Free refills. Coffee. Sodas. Iced tea. Unlimited.
Free chips and salsa before you even order.
Free warm bread with dinner.
Ice in drinks like civilized people.
Air conditioning everywhere. Not a moral debate. A fact.
Parking lots attached to the actual place you are going.
Drive throughs where the food comes to the car while you sit in it.
Ranch dressing by the gallon.
Tex-Mex that cannot be explained only experienced.
Dental care that actually works.
Buccee’s. There are no words for Buccee’s.
Then they found the grocery stores.
Five of them within one mile.
Each one the size of an aircraft hangar.
Burgers. Steaks. Brisket. Ribs. Pulled pork. Lamb. Veal. Every cut of every animal ever domesticated by human civilization available in one refrigerated aisle at ten in the morning on a Tuesday.
The Germans stood in the meat section for forty five minutes.
In silence.
Processing.
They finally understand why we do not have trains.
We have roads wide enough for the cars we actually drive.
Parking lots the size of small European countries.
Airports in every city worth visiting.
Why would we need trains.
The Germans are taking ranch home by the bottle.
The Dutch found queso and briefly lost the ability to speak.
The Japanese are photographing HEB like it is the Louvre.
The Czechs are weeping in West, Texas.
Welcome to America!
The greatest country on earth.