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Steven Spielberg Believes That Disclosure Day Will Greatly Shake The Faith Of Christians All Over The Globe zerohedge.com/geopolitical/s…

You’re mad at yourselves! Dumbass bruvs

Not in 100 years has a German guy been so charismatic that an entire nation waits excitedly to hear what he’s going to do next

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

My whole timeline is full of millionaires complaining about a trillionaire

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WHOA: Spencer Pratt just went NUCLEAR on Karen Bass and Nithya Raman in a new video posted to X. “You think your election was going to stop me? If you want to stop me, you’re going to have to f*cking kill me!” He warned that he has recordings of one of the candidates that will force her to “resign in shame,” and said the gloves are now completely off. PRATT: “You’re about to reward the arsonist who torched the place with four more years of destruction?” “My goal hasn’t changed. I’ve been very focused on stopping these commie animals and I will stop them.” “If you think we uncovered a lot of fraud and evil in the campaign, just wait.” “We have some recordings of one of your exalted candidates doing and saying something that would make her resign in shame.” “I was saving it for the general election. Go ahead and pick your demon, certify your choice and then you get to see it.” “So Karen, Nithya, ask yourself, is it possible that one of your employees may have a recording of you doing or saying something that would force you to resign in disgrace?”

John Thune on Democrats blocking the FISA renewal, "I can't for the life of me figure out why the Democrats continue to support policies that make this country less safe"

This may be a hot take, but following many travels, I've determined that THIS is the Midwest. Dakotas are amazing, but are nothing like the Midwest. Missouri feels more like a Southern state than Midwest. Kentucky is more like Tennessee and Virginia than the Midwest.

Hey, I need y'all to hit mute on the TV for 30 seconds and watch a clip of the most Scottish people I've ever seen coming into Boston.