A guy was ready to drop $1,500 on a new OLED TV because his 3-year-old Smart TV was freezing up and took 5 seconds just to respond to the remote. He unplugged it. Deleted old apps. Cleared the cache. The lag kept coming back. He went to Best Buy to get a replacement. The home theater installer in the blue shirt stopped him: "Before you spend a grand, let me show you something." He grabbed a remote and shook his head. "There are 8 hidden tracking settings throttling your TV's processor right now. Manufacturers turn them all on by default. Nobody tells you they exist. Let's fix this." Here's what he showed him in the next 8 minutes. 🧵

The janitor saw a soldier crying alone at the gate. What he did next left the whole terminal speechless. It was just past 6 a.m. at a busy airport when Army Corporal James Whitfield sat down in an empty row of seats at Gate 14 and put his head in his hands. He had just missed his flight. Not because he was careless. Not because he overslept. James had been held up in a security line for 40 minutes, his military ID triggering an additional screening that morning of all mornings. By the time he reached the gate, the door was closed. The plane was already pulling back from the jetway. He was supposed to be on it to say goodbye to his mother. She had passed away three days earlier. The funeral was in eight hours, two states away. And James a 26-year-old who had spent the last year deployed overseas, had come home just in time to miss it. He didn't make a scene. He just sat there in his uniform, quietly falling apart. That's when Marcus Webb noticed him. Marcus, 58, had been mopping the floor near the gate when he looked up and saw the young soldier. He set his mop aside, walked over, and sat down next to him without saying a word. After a moment, he asked, simply: "You okay, son?" James told him everything. Marcus listened. He didn't offer empty words. He didn't say it'll be okay. He just sat with him in the quiet for a moment, nodding slowly. Then he stood up, took off his work gloves, and said, "Wait here." Marcus walked to the nearest ticket counter. He had $800 in his checking account, his rent was due in five days. He asked the agent for the next available flight to James's destination. She found one leaving in two hours. The ticket cost $794. Marcus paid for it without hesitating. When he walked back to Gate 14 and handed James the printed boarding pass, the soldier stared at it like he didn't understand what he was holding. "I can't let you do this," James said, his voice breaking. Marcus shook his head. "You already can't stop me." A gate agent who witnessed the exchange later shared the story online. Within hours, thousands of strangers had found Marcus's GoFundMe and covered his rent three times over. He refused most of it, asking that the rest go to a veterans' fund. "I just saw a young man who needed to be somewhere. I had the money. He needed it more than I did that day. That's all it was." Marcus Webb, airport custodian James made it. He walked into the funeral home twenty minutes before the service began, still in his uniform. His family said his mother would have loved the story. They'd never met before that morning. They've talked every week since.

#PrideMonth 🏳️‍🌈

Good morning…it’s a beautiful day…gonna spend the day outside testing the limits of my allergies…send help if I don’t come back in 5 hours…lol ☀️☕️😊❤️

Hills I will die on as a doctor obsessed with cardiometabolic health: -Women are not “bad at self care.” They are drowning in invisible labor and mental load. -Sleep deprivation is a public health issue. -Chronic stress absolutely affects physical health. -You cannot wellness your way out of unaffordable healthcare, childcare, food, and housing. -Telling people to “just lose weight” without addressing mental health, food access, medications, medical conditions, sleep, finances, and time is just lazy. -A salad will not cancel out a strained healthcare system. -Postpartum recovery deserves the same seriousness as any other major medical event. -Wellness misinformation has harmed people’s relationship with food more than fruit ever will. -Prevention is important, but not every illness is a personal failure. -A healthy woman is not a luxury. She is the backbone of families, communities, and society.

There’s a generation a lot of people forget exists. We were born at the tail end of the Boomers, but we are not culturally the same as people born in the 40s and early 50s. We are Generation Jones. And honestly, it explains a lot. We grew up in a world that still felt fundamentally analog, but we were young enough to be dragged headfirst into the digital revolution. We are the bridge generation between rotary phones and smartphones, between slide rules and AI, between Walter Cronkite and algorithm driven media. We remember when there were only a few television channels and the entire country watched the same thing at the same time. We also adapted to the internet, email, forums, social media, streaming and now artificial intelligence. We lived before and after the technological singularity hit everyday life. That is not a small thing. People born in the 40s came of age in a post World War II America that was still industrial, deeply hierarchical and institutionally stable. Their formative years were shaped by the Cold War, Vietnam, the civil rights era and a society where information moved slowly. Generation Jones came later. We inherited the aftermath of all of that. We were the kids who watched Watergate destroy blind trust in government. We watched manufacturing begin to collapse. We saw divorce rates explode. We were the first truly latchkey generation in massive numbers. We learned independence early because many of us had to. We grew up with one foot in old America and one foot in whatever this new thing was becoming. We played outside until the streetlights came on but we also learned DOS commands. We learned cursive and keyboarding. We had card catalogs and Google searches. We went from vinyl records to cassette tapes to CDs to MP3s to streaming in one lifetime. We remember maps. We remember memorizing phone numbers. We remember life before GPS and before every human interaction became filtered through a screen. And because of that, I think Generation Jones developed a very unique perspective. We are adaptable because we had no choice but to adapt. We learned technology as adults instead of being born into it. We remember a slower world but were forced to survive in a rapidly accelerating one. That creates a very different mindset than either older Boomers or younger Gen X and Millennials. A lot of us also reject the caricature people now associate with “Boomers.” We were not buying houses for the cost of a sandwich in 1965. The interest rate on my first house was over 14% and that was after buying down a point. Many of us got hit by recessions, outsourcing, pension collapses and economic instability just like younger generations did. We watched promises evaporate in real time. We understand older generations because we were raised by them. We understand younger generations because we had to evolve alongside them. That’s why the Jones generation often feels culturally homeless. We are rarely discussed, rarely defined and usually lumped into categories that don’t actually fit us. But we exist. We are the human transition point between the industrial age and the digital age. And frankly, there will probably never be another generation quite like us again.

I live in a small MAGA town. I know MAGA people. I drink with them. I talk to them. I study them. They’re not the loud Twitter yappers, at least most of them. They’re quieter. Slower. But the delusion runs deep, just bottled up in passive smiles and soft voices. A few weeks ago, one of them tried to convert me at a bar. He knew I wasn’t into the Trump cult, but he started soft. Calm voice. Friendly tone. “Mario, you’re white. You can drink a lot, you eat meat, “he was just surprised that I was eating rare burger” and drinking vodka chasing it with Guinness. He also said, “You’re one of us. You should feel proud.” That’s their seduction tactic. Not facts. Not logic. Just subtle tribal grooming. “You’re white. You drink. You belong.” It was almost sweet, in a sad, culty way. Like a Jehovah’s Witness trying to sell you eternal life with a shaky brochure and cheap suit. But let’s talk about the whole ecosystem. The truth. MAGA men? Most are not warriors. They’re out-of-shape, insecure, jealous small-town boys who peaked in high school, still clinging to stories from when they “almost went pro” or “should’ve been in the military.” They’re proud of being able to drink a case of light beer, drive a truck, and scream about freedom while their knees buckle from sugar and rage. They’re easy to manipulate because they don’t ask questions. They don’t read. They react. They memorize memes like scripture and repeat them like gospel. They think being loud equals being right. They think the world is laughing with them. It’s not. The world’s laughing at them, when it’s not just ignoring them entirely. MAGA women? They’re caught in a brutal paradox, constantly screaming about how proud and strong they are, while reshaping every inch of their body to meet a fake beauty standard pushed by the very system they claim to hate. Plastic lips. Inflated cheeks. Eyelashes thick as windshield wipers. Trying to look rich while shopping clearance at Walmart. They scream about “natural family values” while injecting Botox and collapsing into MLM scams that promise empowerment through overpriced lipstick. They mock liberals for being “gender confused” while wearing more synthetic parts than a Barbie made in a Russian factory. Here’s the thing: MAGA America isn’t just backward. It’s boring. MAGA folks are simply subsimple. There’s nothing imaginative about it. No new culture. No innovation. No ideas. They don’t invent, they imitate. They don’t challenge, they chant. It’s the same five phrases over and over. The same flag. The same truck. The same outfit. Patriot cosplay. And that’s why the world doesn’t just hate MAGA. It forgets it. Because once the shouting stops, there’s nothing under the hood. Just cheap beer breath, fake smiles, and a belief that whiteness and loudness are still enough to matter. You want the brutal truth? Even without Trump, even without the cult, most of them would still be irrelevant. Not because they’re evil. But because they chose comfort over growth. Tribalism over truth. Imitation over imagination. They don’t want to understand the world. They want the world to stay small enough to understand them. And that’s the saddest, most humiliating part.

Tonight during the final segment of CBS Evening News, our cameraman on set suffered a medical emergency. Thankfully, he’s okay and recovering.

I'm watching Pete Hegseth testify and anyone who does so with an open mind, will readily see that he is a caricature. He has delusions that he is starring in an action movie. He is arrogant and ignorant. His narrative never has any depth. He speaks as if what's good and what's right are not even complex subjects, or debates borne of perspective. He loves American Exceptionalism but believes that it's only defined by musculature and pomposity. He couldn't care less for us being a shining example for others, or a force for a greater good. He couldn't care less for sharing strategy or being accountable. He creates lasting disdain for America on a global level like few others ever have and make no mistake - this disdain will permeate for generations. He doesn't present arguments. He doesn't share justifications. He doesn't care for transparency, and the only thing he cares less for than that, is humanity. As a behaviorist, I can feel the things he's been accused of - like alcoholism and misogyny and reckless sharing of info - underlying his attitude and every utterance, and you can feel how unapologetic he is for any of it. He is a brazen politician serving an audience of one. He is a Made for TV concoction, and a vacuous mishmash of hormones and neurotransmitters. That he's running the US Defense Dept. is incredibly dangerous and disturbing.