Lindsey Williams

[Math Files @Math_files]

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[Alec Lace @AlecLace]

Royce White and Dylan Mulvaney are both men.

Both look ridiculous pretending to be women.

If you have a problem with Royce but not Dylan, the problem is you.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I put on black to mourn an American, and I walked into a party.

I thought I had the wrong house. There was music. There was laughter, real laughter, the kind that bends people in half. There was, I am not exaggerating, a smoker in the yard the size of a small submarine, and the dead man's favorite ribs were on it, cooked to his exact instructions, which he had left behind, because he had planned this.

He planned his own party. He knew he was dying, and he spent some of his last good days deciding what songs we would hear and what meat we would eat while missing him.

I found his widow. I prepared the careful, quiet words my culture keeps for this. I lowered my head.

She hugged me, hard, laughing, and said, "Did you hear the one about him and the boat? Oh, you have to hear the boat one."

And she told me a story about her husband and a boat, and it was so stupid, and so him, and she laughed until she had to hold my arm, and then, in the same breath, with no seam at all, she was crying, and still holding my arm, and neither of us moved.

That is the thing I could not have invented.

They do not separate it here. The grief and the laughing are not two rooms. They are one room. They put the joke and the wound on the same plate and eat both, together, out loud, in the yard, over his ribs.

An old friend stood and roasted the dead man for ten minutes. Called him cheap. Called him stubborn. Told a story that made his own grandmother scream with laughter. And by the end the man was weeping openly into the microphone, and said, "God, I'm gonna miss you, you cheap, stubborn son of a," and could not finish, and did not need to.

I came to lower my eyes in silence.

I stayed until midnight, laughing, eating a dead man's ribs, learning the boat story well enough to tell it myself one day.

That is what he wanted. He wanted to be missed at a party. He wanted the last thing his people did in his name to be laugh.

Where I come from, we honor the dead by going quiet.

Here they honor them by refusing to. And I am no longer certain the silence was ever the kinder one.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

At 3:15 PM outside a middle school in suburban America, a twelve-year-old girl climbs into the back of a minivan with dry, cracked lips and a splitting headache.

She grabs a warm water bottle from the floorboard and downs sixteen ounces without coming up for air.

Her mother asks her what happened. The girl looks out the tinted window and stays silent for three miles.

Then she whispers the truth:
"I didn't drink anything at lunch, Mom. I was terrified of using the bathroom."

Read that sentence until your blood turns to ice.

A twelve-year-old American child is intentionally dehydrating her own body for seven straight hours because an unelected school board changed the private restroom policy behind closed doors.

No town hall. No ballot measure. No letter sent home to parents.
Just a bureaucratic decree passed by activists who do not have a single daughter sitting in those stalls.

Her father works fifty-five hours a week. He writes a property tax check every single December that pays the light bill and the heating bill for that very building.

And now his little girl is forced to hold her bladder until her stomach aches, in a public school funded by his own sweat.

Look every working father in America in the eye and answer this:
When did public schools decide that a radical agenda is more important than the dignity and safety of a twelve-year-old girl?

Whose children are they?
The families who love them, or the bureaucrats who rule them?

[Nick Freitas @NickJFreitas]

In today’s episode of predicting the obvious Democrat response to things…

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

A small note about this account.

I write in Japanese, then use AI to polish the English. I also use AI for research.

What I write comes from many places: my own time in America, travel, books, movies, and things I discover online.

AI helps with the tools. The curiosity, opinions, humor, and stories are mine.

Still bowing. Still learning.🇺🇸 🇯🇵

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

On September 11, half a million people were taken off Manhattan by boat.

It took nine hours.

Everyone remembers the footage of people walking north across the Brooklyn Bridge. Almost nobody talks about the people south of the towers, who could not walk north, because north was where the towers had just come down.

Bridges closed. Tunnels closed. Subways stopped. Hundreds of thousands of people were standing at the edge of an island inside a cloud of concrete dust with nowhere left to go on foot.

A Coast Guard lieutenant named Michael Day got on the radio and called for every boat in the harbor. Any vessel willing to help evacuate Lower Manhattan, report in.

The harbor turned around and came at Manhattan.

Ferries. Tugboats. Dinner cruise boats. Fire boats. Private yachts. Sandy Hook pilot boats. Roughly 150 vessels and about 800 mariners, most of them civilians who happened to own a boat with a working engine.

At points the dust was so thick they were docking by radar because they could not see the seawall they were pulling against.

One captain was offered four thousand dollars by a man who wanted to be run across alone. He turned it down and kept loading people.

Another captain wrote down the name of a passenger afterward. Harold. He had been shaking badly when they pulled him aboard. Once he understood he was safe and headed for New Jersey, he asked to ride back with them and help.

The final count was over 500,000.

Dunkirk moved 338,226 men, and Dunkirk took days.

There was no plan for this. Nobody was in charge of it. One man with a radio asked, and a harbor full of strangers pointed their boats at the smoke.

Many of those mariners have cancer and lung disease now from the air they were breathing that day.

It is the largest water evacuation in human history.
It was finished before dinner. 🇺🇸

[Gerald Posner @geraldposner]

Someone I've known for twenty years lives a couple of blocks away. He is not a partisan, he does not post about the Middle East, and he is not the sort of person who chants anything.

Out of the blue, he asked me: "Do you think there's a genocide in Gaza?"

No, I told him. By every metric that matters — legal, historical, statistical — there is not.

He looked at me the way you look at someone who has just told you the earth is flat. Netanyahu wants to eliminate the Palestinian people, he said. Everybody knows that.

Not a study. Not a court ruling. Not a casualty figure. Just a thing everybody knows.

I have spent forty years as a reporter learning that "everybody knows" is where investigations begin, not where they end.

Tomorrow on Just the Facts: Genocide for Dummies: a plain-language piece on what the word actually means under international law, how Gaza compares on every relevant metric, and why even the strongest case for the genocide charge still doesn't clear the bar the word requires.

By the way, I know the title will bother some readers, and I address that directly in the piece. My argument is not that the subject is trivial — it is that the word is being used by people who cannot define it, at a threshold they have never examined, with a confidence that bears no relationship to the evidence.

[Enes Kanter FREEDOM @EnesFreedom]

Now, listen to me very carefully!

So far, I’ve spoken with:

2 Former NBA players
3 G-League players
3 European players

They have all said that if the @WNBA doesn’t change the rules, they’re ready to join the movement and are considering coming out as women and putting their names in the 2027 #WNBA Draft.

Hear me out;

The @NBA G- League pays players $45,000 a year, while the #WNBA top players earn $1.4 Million.
Those “men” could earn an extra $1,355,000 a year by just identifying as women.

Rules are rules.

#LetFreedomPlay

[Brandon Herrera @TheAKGuy]

This is 100% the right move.

I have been a vocal proponent of preserving both Big Bend National Park and the Big Bend state park as well, and I’m glad to see that advocacy paying off. We can protect our borders without destroying our landmarks.

We must protect Big Bend.

[Mikhaila Peterson @MikhailaFuller]

Bad take. Postpartum depression is mostly sleep deprivation and stress. I just had my fourth baby in my bedroom and–you just don’t understand the hormonal shift if you’re a man (or a woman who hasn’t had a baby). You do not understand the sleep deprivation from nursing every 2 hours after pushing out a baby and being pregnant. It’s on another level. If you add stress on top of that… boom.

I had severe postpartum depression with my first. There were multiple reasons for that. And I’ve had DMER with the next 2 (although seems like I don’t with this one!)

The waves of horror that accompany postpartum depression and DMER weren’t caused by selfishness, and I don’t think that’s the most common cause at all.

Sleep deprivation is likely the main cause. Plus lack of help (causing sleep deprivation), stress and isolation. With my first I didn’t get more than 2 hours of sleep at a time for months. I didn’t know what I was doing, and wasn’t supported. That’s pretty normal nowadays.

The best thing you can do for someone who’s unstable postpartum is make them sleep. Get them some help. Not pills. Sleep.

[Pinkey 💓 @deebayleaf]

Gen Alpha has already started roasting Gen Z. 😂😂😂😂😂

[Lindsey Williams @williamslinds17]

@ClarksonsFarm1 Absolutely.

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

Oh man… not sure how to write this.

Here it goes.

January of last year, I did something I hadn’t done… ever.

I gave Trump credit for doing something good.

I gave him credit for keeping his promises to us in Western North Carolina.

I could never have imagined the volume of hate and anger I received from doing something that was so obviously the right thing to do.

Just giving credit where credit was due.

Saying thank you.

Since that moment, I’ve learned a lot.

I’ve learned that some of my liberal friends were never friends.

They torched our friendship almost immediately… just for thanking Trump.

I learned that many liberals seem to preach tolerance, but aren’t tolerant of conservative ideas AT ALL, it’s just an act to pretend to be moral.

I learned that the greatest organizations in the world are churches… something that was genuinely UNTHINKABLE even 2 years ago.

I learned that the media just… lies.

They lie constantly and without fear of ever being caught.

I learned this lying comes from a bizarre sense of righteous morality that the lie, in the end, will achieve some good.

I learned they cannot be trusted.

I learned that I offloaded my own critical thinking to these organizations, and that many of the news “stories” I believed were true… never were.

I learned what it means to be swatted.

I learned what it’s like to have some crazed leftists send armed police to my home, with my kids in their beds, at 2AM claiming I had been sh0t and to break down the door.

I learned that the only thing in the world that can change a persons mind is kindness is action… because that’s what changed mine.

I learned that kindness is telling the truth, not lying to protect someone’s feelings.

I learned that telling the truth is the most dangerous thing you can do, and that’s why free speech matters so much.

I learned that free speech is never truly free… they will come after your entire life and try to destroy everything in it.

…but it’s worth it

It’s all been worth it.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I went to Home Depot to replace a single stripped bolt on my deck swing.

A Japanese man does not ask for directions when an aisle is clearly labeled with numbers.

After thirty-five minutes of wandering through an infinite canyon of 2x4 lumber and Makita drills, I was spiritually defeated. I was holding the damaged bolt against my chest like a dying sparrow.

An older employee named Bob—built like a grizzly bear in a faded orange apron, holding a half-empty Dunkin cup—spotted me staring blankly at a wall of 8,000 plastic drawers.

"What are we fixing, Chief?"

I opened my palm, presenting the oxidized, decapitated fragment of steel.

"I seek the true brother of this metal," I said.

Bob took the broken bolt. He didn’t reach for a sizing gauge. He didn’t scan a barcode. He rolled it between two calloused thumb pads, brought it to his nose, and took one solemn sniff.

"Five-sixteenths coarse thread. Grade 8 hardened steel. Zinc-plated. Aisle 14, bay 4, bottom drawer on the left."

He turned and began marching. I followed three paces behind like an apprentice following a master swordsmith.

He marched 150 yards without checking a single aisle sign.

He stopped, reached his thick hand into the exact drawer without looking down, and dropped two gleaming bolts into my palm.

"Take two. You’re gonna drop one in the mulch."

I bowed slightly and began crafting an elaborate explanation of my gratitude in broken English.

Bob gave a slow nod, took a sip of his coffee, and tapped his clipboard once.

"Build it strong, Samurai."

Home Depot does not sell hardware. It employs ancient wizards who restore men’s pride forty-five cents at a time.

[The Fat Electrician @Fat_Electrician]

Fat Burrito Available Now @tacojohns

[The History Underground @history_under]

Yesterday, I made a post that apparently offended a few people. In it, I made the statement that the people who vandalized the WWII Memorial in Washington DC needed to be thrown into an active volcano.

What these people don’t seem to understand is that sometimes people speak in hyperbole and will say outrageous things in order to make a larger point. But this is the internet and I realize that I should be more clear with how I communicate. So when I said that the vandals of the WWII Memorial should be thrown into an active volcano, what I ACTUALLY meant in saying that was that the vandals of the WWII Memorial should be thrown into an active volcano. 🌋

[Lindsey Williams @williamslinds17]

@Mimiiben1 63

[Jason @letstalkksports]

🚨 Y’ALL NEED TO STOP AND LOOK AT THESE NUMBERS. 🚨

Caitlin Clark has 628 points this season. Take away her 161 made free throws, and she has 467 points from the field.

Her teammates assisted on roughly 170 of those points.

That leaves 297 points scored WITHOUT an assist.

297 ÷ 467 = 63.59%.

🤣🤣 63.59% OF HER NON-FREE-THROW POINTS ARE UNASSISTED.

That is ABSURD.

And before somebody starts screaming “Aliyah Boston!” — let’s talk about the actual offensive creation.

Clark has 238 assists, accounting for roughly 525 points created for her teammates.

She has assisted Kelsey Mitchell 66 times and Aliyah Boston 72 times.

Meanwhile, Mitchell has assisted Clark just 9 times, Boston 18 times, and shoutout to Myisha Hines-Allen, who has assisted Clark 10 times despite limited playing time. 👏

So when I say MOST VALUABLE PLAYER ON THE FEVER, I’m not talking about feelings. I’m talking about VALUE, CREATION AND IMPACT.

Since the All-Star break, Clark is averaging 45 points + assists per game — an absolutely ridiculous level of offensive production.

And y’all STILL want to argue about who is more valuable to Indiana?

😂😂😂

I’M NOT LETTING ANYBODY DIM CAITLIN CLARK’S LIGHT.

If you think somebody else is the MOST VALUABLE player on the Indiana Fever, bring the numbers.

DON’T BRING ME FEELINGS. BRING ME RECEIPTS.

Because if you watched these numbers and still don’t understand Caitlin Clark’s value, we simply aren’t watching the same basketball. 🔥