@ma_oon_paskana I’m an automotive service technician, we don’t have AC at work, we have lots of humidity here. I would so much rather be gross hot, than trying to fix anything outside in the winter.
This man stabbed his three children — aged five, eight and 10 to punish his ex wife for leaving him. Now he gets to be free. Our justice system is a joke.
@AliceBunnyland2 We have a robins nest just off our deck. My 3 little kids get a kick out of the babies being fed. My youngest one of her 10 words she’s learned to say is bird because of this. She get’s so hyped up seeing it sit on the nest.
I warned Elections Alberta about the potential Centurion Initiative data breach on March 31. They did Sweet FA for almost a month. My latest: https://t.co/P94FBhR9Cq
@Jordan00007054 That is beyond sick you have that many bookshelves filled with books in your home. Best thing this site has randomly shown me in forever!
@dsawyer I’m a mechanic and do woodworking for fun. Most tools can be used multiple ways, but it’s dumb to ruin precision stuff when the correct tool for the job can be used instead.
Fourteen year old Mohawk and future Olympic gold medalist Waneek Horn-Miller cradling her younger sister after she herself was bayoneted in the chest by a Canadian soldier. Quebec, Oka Crisis, 26 September 1990.
“He acknowledged he had issues with alcohol in the past and said he "briefly lapsed" on the day of his daughter's death because he was emotional about her leaving.”
So Kris Harrison had been drinking, got in a heated argument with his daughter over trump, a little later decided to “show her his gun” and she ends up shot dead in the chest.
Fucking bullshit. Justice for Lucy and for all victims of the global pandemic of violence against women and girls.
The reason this story is making headlines in the British press is because Lucy Harrison’s death is currently being investigated by Cheshire Coroner’s Court in England, where she lived. Last January, Lucy was shot dead by her father, Kris Harrison, at his home in Texas, but a grand jury in Collin County declined to indict him so no criminal case was brought. He has been walking around freely since.
The bootlicking responses in this thread are even more upsetting than the photo. "He deserved it". What a bunch of authoritarian enablers.
Who knew so many Americans were so cool with authorities doing this?
Bootlicking.
Take a moment to look at the inhumanity captured in this extraordinary photo running on the front page of tonight's Minneapolis @StarTribune. It shows federal immigration agents immobilizing a protester on the ground and spraying chemical irritant directly into his face. The scene reminds me of the brutality used against civil rights protesters in the 1960s. We look back at those old photos and wonder how the authorities could have behaved so savagely; many years from now, young Americans will look at these photos from 2026 and wonder how anyone could have justified shooting a woman in the head as she tried to drive away, arresting 5-year-old schoolchildren on the street, or holding a man down and spaying chemicals into his face. Thanks to the Star Tribune reporters and photographers for documenting this work; they create accountability, they make democracy work, and they make all of us in journalism proud.
Hey guys. This is going to be the most personal update I’ve ever shared publicly.
I live in public view — my work does, anyway. I’ve never been shy about sharing my ideas or passions. But I’ve always worked very hard to keep my family out of view. That’s partly for their safety. But also because, despite appearances, I am an intensely private person. The public part of my job is exhausting and often a little frightening.
I’m now facing something far more frightening. And I may need your help.
Last fall, my wife became very ill. A series of medical tests ruled out the non-scary explanations. Just before Christmas, we were told it was metastatic cancer. She has since undergone urgent surgeries, including successful removal of the primary tumour. She is young, strong, and otherwise healthy, and her recovery so far has been remarkable.
Now we are entering a long, grinding phase of this fight — chemotherapy and we hope other treatments — with the goal of getting ahead of this nightmare.
We have cause for optimism. The metastasis is real and terrifying, but limited and small. We didn’t catch this “early,” but we may have caught it early by the standards of such things. We have a real shot, and we are determined to fight as hard as we possibly can.
Many of you noticed I went completely to ground. This is why. If you are the praying type, we would appreciate your prayers. For those who may be able to offer medical help and options, please reach out — I’m easy to find. I’m assembling an army for her. This is the most important thing I’ve ever done, and I can’t imagine a better use of my energy or my skills.
As we settle into a new rhythm, I’m beginning a gradual return to work. Don’t be surprised if you see more thoughts from me about the health-care system. I’ve been amazed and humbled by some of the care we’ve received. I’ve also been shocked and frightened by other parts of the experience. I’ll have more to say about that later.
But now I want to talk about my wife.
We met when we were 17. We had math class together. I changed my seat so I could look at her. She was stunning. I can still see her in my mind’s eye exactly as she was then. To me, she is as beautiful today as she was at 17. I did, and still do, feel like I’ve been winded when I just look at her.
We weren’t high-school sweethearts. Our journey was longer. We didn’t become an official couple until late in university, after a long period of circling each other — trying to understand what to do with a deep friendship that was evolving into something much scarier and more consequential.
We made the jump. Not without false starts. Not without fear. But we made it. And my life has been amazing since. Because of her.
She is all I have ever wanted.
She isn’t perfect. She isn’t easy. Neither am I. We’ve had good times and bad. But she is the absolute foundation of my world. My entire sense of self is wrapped up in her. I don’t know where I end and she begins.
Nearly 20 years after we stood in a park and agreed to be together, I am as hopelessly in love with her as I was then. It is a crippling love — more than I contain. I can barely think about it. It just feels like too much when I try.
She and our two children are my everything. And I am going to fight for her and for this family with absolutely everything I have. I will never surrender. I can’t. There is no me without her.
So that’s the story. Please be patient with me. Please be kind. Pray for us if you can. And help us if you have the power.