The 20% who lived in the most pro-Trump places suffered 70,000 more COVID deaths than the 20% in the most pro-Biden places. Red America obeyed those who told them not to mask, not to vaccinate. They died for it. No, Fauci is not the villain here. https://t.co/7hxuP9yOfi
I am deeply disturbed to learn of the shots fired at the Rahma Islamic Centre in Winnipeg last night. This violent act of Islamophobia is appalling and has no place in Canada.
I’m grateful no one was injured. Law enforcement has my full support as they work to bring the perpetrators to justice.
The proposed agreement on the disarmament of Hamas and other armed groups in Gaza, if accepted and implemented, could be an important step towards peace and security.
As one of the largest donors to the humanitarian crisis in Gaza and the West Bank, Canada stands ready to contribute to this effort. We remain committed to a just and lasting resolution to the Israel-Palestine conflict, based on a negotiated two-state solution in which Israeli and Palestinian people can live in peace, security and dignity.
Piazza del Duomo, mostrando el Baptisterio de San Juan (románico, siglo XII), la imponente fachada neogótica de Santa María del Fiore con la cúpula de Brunelleschi al fondo, y el lateral del Campanile, joyas del mármol toscano obra de Giotto.
In the late ’90s in a hushed San Francisco Children’s hospital, a nurse freezes mid step in the hallway, fighting tears. From inside one of the rooms comes the sound of a little boy, terminally ill, laughing so hard he can barely breathe. She peeks in. There’s Robin Williams, drowning in oversized scrubs, a red clown nose on his face, stethoscope swinging like a jump rope, doing every voice from every cartoon the kid has ever loved. No cameras. No manager hovering. Just Robin, turning a sterile room into pure magic for one small human who’s running out of tomorrows.
Fast forward to 2003. Same quiet mission in a different city, a ten year old with leukemia has days, maybe hours, left. His dad has been a rock, no tears, not once, because his boy needs him strong. Robin shows up unannounced. Within minutes he’s conducting an invisible orchestra made of squeaky IV poles, belting an operatic love song to the heart monitor beeps. The dad finally cracks but he’s not crying from pain, he’s crying because, for the first time in months, he’s laughing too.
Robin never told a soul about these visits. Not Conan, not Billy Crystal, not the press. When grateful families tried to shout his kindness from the rooftops, he gently shut it down. “That moment was theirs,” he’d say. “Not mine to talk about.”
One night in Denver, after a sold out show, he drove an hour each way just to meet a teenage girl whose favorite movie was Aladdin. She knew every Genie line by heart. When Robin burst in & launched into that wild blue whirlwind of a voice, “Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!” her whole face caught fire with joy. Her mom said later he stayed way past visiting hours, sitting on the edge of the bed, trading stories like old friends, listening more than he performed.
Think about what that took. Walking into rooms thick with grief. No script, no director yelling “cut,” no second take. Just a kid who might not wake up tomorrow, parents holding their breath & Robin choosing, every single time to step into the fire & pull out light.
He’d sit on the floor eating melted ice pops, hold tiny hands, let kids yank his beard & when it was over, he’d sit alone in his rental car for a long time. Sometimes sobbing. Sometimes just staring at the dashboard until he could drive again.
Nurses from Seattle to Miami knew the deal. If Robin was in town doing stand-up, a call might come. “Tell no one,” he’d say. “Especially not me if it ever leaks.”
He didn’t save lives in the medical sense but handed out something almost as rare. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour where a dying Child forgot they were dying. Where a parent remembered their kid was still a kid. Where laughter, impossible, ridiculous, defiant laughter, won a round against the darkest opponent there is.
That was Robin’s medicine. Not a cure. Just a reminder, fierce & tender, that even when the world is whispering “let go,” there’s still room to feel wildly, beautifully alive & maybe, just maybe, that’s the most healing thing of all. ❤️
Je vais partir prochainement rejoindre ma sœur aux cieux
Le cancer qui me ronge est en train de m emporter
DES métastases prolifèrent partout dans mon corps
Je vous demande qu’une chose : AIMEZ VOUS les uns les autres et PROFITEZ au maximum…. RELAYEZ ce message positif svp
THANK YOU MESSAGE
I would like to thank you all for your greetings on my 91st birthday. As I mentioned to those gathered here in Leh, Ladakh, India on 6 July, when I look back on my life, I see that the core of my practice has been to be of benefit to others. That is the altruistic motivation with which I wake up every day.
Spreading compassion and kindness continues to be my life's primary mission. Such an attitude is essential to making our world a better place for everyone. I therefore call on my brothers and sisters everywhere, both young and old, to practice warm-heartedness and compassion, with genuine concern for the well-being of others. To be able to do so is, I believe, what it means to lead a meaningful and purposeful life of service.
As you may be aware, following a successful medical procedure on my left knee in New Delhi last month, I have since been recuperating here in Ladakh. As in past years, I find the climate here at this time of year well suited to my health, and I therefore plan to remain in Ladakh for the next several weeks.
With my prayers and good wishes,
DALAI LAMA
8 July 2026
#trumpmakesussick there is not one single thing this vile, corrupt, ignorant, amoral mush-brained sociopath will not ruin for everyone. Not one thing. He couldn't even leave the World Cup alone. So now as an American I will be rooting for Belgium tonight because I hate cheaters.
Two hundred and fifty years ago, a group of Americans signed their names to a piece of parchment and made a promise no nation had ever made before: that we're all created equal, endowed by our Creator with unalienable rights — life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
We're the only nation in history built not on ethnicity, or blood, or geography but on an idea. That's always been what makes us exceptional. We chose that path 250 years ago but that’s where the work began, not where it ended. Every generation has had to choose it again. At Valley Forge, at Gettysburg, on the beaches of Normandy, in the streets of Selma. Americans recommitted themselves to the principles on which our nation was founded.
Now it's our turn.
There's nothing guaranteed about our democracy. We have to fight for it, defend it, and earn it. Over and over, year after year. That's not a burden. That's what it means to be an American.
250 years in, we still haven't fully lived up to those words in the Declaration. But we've never walked away from them, and this July 4, I hope all of us can commit to one thing: that we never will. I don't believe we're as divided as we're told we are. I've bet my whole life on the American people, and I'm not stopping now.
Happy 250th birthday, America. Our story isn't finished. Let's keep writing it together.