Elon Musk’s younger brother says God spoke to him while he was paralyzed from the neck down, and it was a “beautiful” message. KIMBAL MUSK: “I land on my head [while inner tubing], and the force pushes my head into my chest. It ruptures my spine at C6 and C7. Paralyzed from the neck down.” “This doctor says, ‘We think we can fix you.’ And then I realize I’ve got tears streaming down the side of my face, and I have no idea what is going on.” “I’m not a religious person. If anything, I’m against religion… And I had God speak to me.” “It was this beautiful, soft, clear message: ‘If they fix you, you’re going to work on kids and food’ ... And it also said I would get a divorce.” “Three days later, I come out of surgery, and it’s a success. One of the first things I do is ask for a laptop. I resign from my company and tell my wife I want to work with kids and food.” “A few months later, I said we also need to be divorced.” The career change. The divorce that came later. All of it happened exactly as the message said.

In the 1960s, a direct flight to Neptune would have taken nearly 30 years. That was longer than most spacecraft could survive. Reaching the outer planets seemed almost impossible. But one engineer, working quietly with a pencil, found a way around this problem. Gary Flandro, a scientist at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory, was asked to study how spacecraft might travel to the distant planets despite the limits of rocket technology at the time. Fuel was scarce, and engines were not powerful enough for such long journeys. Flandro turned to a clever idea from physics called a gravity assist, sometimes known as a planetary slingshot. The concept is simple in principle. When a spacecraft passes close to a large planet, the planet’s gravity pulls it in and then flings it forward. In doing so, the spacecraft steals a tiny bit of the planet’s motion around the Sun. The planet slows down by an amount too small to notice, but the spacecraft gains a huge increase in speed without using any fuel. With only paper, pencil, and the limited computers of 1965, Flandro calculated the future positions of Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune. What he found was remarkable. In the late 1970s, these giant planets would line up in a rare formation. This alignment would allow a single spacecraft to travel from one planet to the next, gaining speed at each step. This opportunity appears only once every 176 years. Flandro showed that a spacecraft could use Jupiter’s gravity to reach Saturn, then use Saturn to reach Uranus, and finally use Uranus to reach Neptune. This chain of boosts would cut the travel time to Neptune from about 30 years down to just 12. This elegant piece of mathematics changed everything. It became the foundation for the Voyager 1 and Voyager 2 missions, both launched in 1977. Thanks to this precise planning, the two spacecraft sent back the first close images of the outer planets. They later continued their journey beyond the solar system, becoming the first human-made objects to enter interstellar space. All of it began with a simple insight, worked out by hand, that turned an impossible journey into a reachable one.

On June 13, 1777, a 19-year-old French teenager landed on a beach in South Carolina, uninvited, to fight in someone else's war. He would become one of the most important men in American history. The Marquis de Lafayette was one of the richest young aristocrats in France. He had a beautiful wife, a fortune, and zero reason to risk any of it. But he believed in the American cause so fiercely that when the French king forbade him from going, Lafayette bought his own ship and sailed anyway. He literally went AWOL from a life of luxury to bleed for a country that didn't exist yet. Congress was annoyed at first. Another foreign officer looking for a paycheck? Then Lafayette offered to serve for free and pay his own way. That got their attention. He met Washington and the two formed one of the great father-son bonds in American history. Washington had no biological children. Lafayette named his only son George Washington Lafayette. He took a bullet in the leg at Brandywine and kept rallying the retreat. He was instrumental at Yorktown, the battle that won the war. He went home a hero on two continents. A foreign teenager believed in America before America did. 249 years ago today.

Hot Diggity Dog “You just PISSED ME OFF” Marion County FL Sheriff Billy Woods just went OFF on a piece of shit reporter who shifted topics away from a major sting operation to capture child sex criminals. “Out of all this shit, you want to ask about another case? We’re talking about CHILDREN! — THAT (points to the sex predators) is what you need to be focused on— this press conference is solely for those pieces of shit right there.” Drop a . If you approve his message rumble.com/v7b7a1i-you-just-…

🍠 “My 87-year-old neighbor just dropped potato wisdom that saved me $200 this year…” She pulled out a plain cardboard box, sprinkled a handful of baking soda like it was gold dust, and whispered, “This is how we kept potatoes through the whole winter back home — no fridge, no chemicals, no sprouting.” I thought she was joking… until I tried it. Old-world potato preservation hack: 1. Place your potatoes in a cardboard box (breathable = key) 2. Generously dust them with baking soda 3. Tuck the box away in a cool, dark place (closet, pantry, under the bed) 4. Watch them stay firm and sprout-free for months No more mushy potatoes. No more throwing away half the bag. Just simple, forgotten knowledge from a generation that didn’t waste a single thing. Who else is bringing back grandma’s tricks in 2026? Drop a 🥔 if you’re trying this! Save this before your next grocery run. Your wallet (and your potatoes) will thank you. ❤️

On June 6, 1966, Roy Orbison was following his wife Claudette on his car as she rode her motorcycle. A truck pulled out. She swerved. Crashed. Roy held her body in the road, screaming. Claudette was 25 years old. When the police arrived, they found her purse. Inside was a pregnancy test. Positive. She had planned to tell him that night. He never knew until it was too late. Roy stopped performing for a year. The stage, the lights, the audience — nothing mattered. Then, in 1968, disaster struck again. His house caught fire. Two of his three sons died in the blaze. Most people would have vanished from the world entirely. Roy did not. He wrote. He cried. He poured grief into melodies because there was nowhere else to put it. Songs built from a loss that had no bottom. Lyrics that carried what his heart could not release. For decades, he carried the weight silently. In 1988, Roy Orbison died of a heart attack at 52. When they went through his wallet, they found it. Claudette’s pregnancy test. Still there. Twenty-two years later. He had carried it every single day. His final album, recorded just weeks before he died, was titled — *She's a Mystery to Me*. Some grief doesn’t fade. It doesn’t end. It becomes the quietest, most permanent part of who you are. Every note he sang, every melody he wrote afterward, held a piece of that silence. Roy Orbison carried his love and his loss together, letting the sorrow shape the music itself. And in doing so, he transformed tragedy into art that could be heard, felt, and remembered. Some memories never leave. Some grief never lets go. Some love lasts beyond life, quietly shaping everything left behind.

Hey Jasmine… Black pilot here. I think you missed the plot. Then again, that’s becoming a pattern. I graduated from West Point. I went through Army flight school. I learned to fly the AH-64 Apache. I deployed to combat and flew 55 combat missions over Baghdad. Nobody handed me a cockpit because of my skin color. Nobody lowered the standards for me. Nobody looked at me and said, “Let’s check a diversity box.” That’s what people like you don’t seem to understand. Suggesting that Black pilots, Black engineers, Black doctors, or Black leaders need special preferences to succeed is not empowering, it’s insulting. I didn’t want a different standard. I wanted the same standard. And when you’re flying into combat, the American people don’t care what race the pilot is. They care whether the pilot is qualified. Merit isn’t racist. Excellence isn’t discriminatory. And reducing every achievement to skin color says far more about your worldview than it does about mine.

This article was written by a 26 yr old college student by the name of Alyssa Ahlgren, who's in grad school for her MBA. What a GREAT perspecitve..👍🏽 My Generation Is Blind to the Prosperity Around Us! I'm sitting in a small coffee shop near Nokomis (Florida) trying to think of what to write about. I scroll through my newsfeed on my phone looking at the latest headlines of presidential candidates calling for policies to "fix" the so-called injustices of capitalism. I put my phone down and continue to look around. I see people talking freely, working on their MacBook's, ordering food they get in an instant, seeing cars go by outside, and it dawned on me. We live in the most privileged time in the most prosperous nation and we've become completely blind to it. Vehicles, food, technology, freedom to associate with whom we choose.These things are so ingrained in our American way of life we don't give them a second thought. We are so well off here in the United States that our poverty line begins 31 times above the global average. Thirty One Times!!! Virtually no one in the United States is considered poor by global standards. Yet, in a time where we can order a product off Amazon with one click and have it at our doorstep the next day, we are unappreciative, unsatisfied, and ungrateful. ?? Our unappreciation is evident as the popularity of socialist policies among my generation continues to grow. Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez recently said to Newsweek talking about the millennial generation, "An entire generation, which is now becoming one of the largest electorates in America, came of age and never saw American prosperity." Never saw American prosperity! Let that sink in. When I first read that statement, I thought to myself, that was quite literally the most entitled and factually illiterate thing I've ever heard in my 26 years on this earth. Many young people agree with her, which is entirely misguided. My generation is being indoctrinated by a mainstream narrative to actually believe we have never seen prosperity. I know this first hand, I went to college, let's just say I didn't have the popular opinion, but I digress. Why then, with all of the overwhelming evidence around us, evidence that I can even see sitting at a coffee shop, do we not view this as prosperity? We have people who are dying to get into our country. People around the world destitute and truly impoverished. Yet, we have a young generation convinced they've never seen prosperity, and as a result, we elect some politicians who are dead set on taking steps towards abolishing capitalism. Why? The answer is this,?? my generation has only seen prosperity. We have no contrast. We didn't live in the great depression, or live through two world wars, the Korean War, The Vietnam War or we didn't see the rise and fall of socialism and communism. We don't know what it's like to live without the internet, without cars, without smartphones. We don't have a lack of prosperity problem. We have an entitlement problem, an ungratefulness problem, and it's spreading like a plague."

An EF3 tornado tore through St. Louis in just 27 minutes🌪️ With winds up to 245 km/h (152 mph), it left a trail of destruction nearly 23 miles long 💔 A brutal reminder that nature is always in charge.

Two hives went into Dave's orchard corner this spring, and Keith, who has assessed and tested and dismantled every single thing on that farm, has assessed the bees exactly once and elected, for the first time in his life, to leave a thing entirely alone. This is genuinely without precedent. Keith tests everything. He has eaten a latch, a pocket square, a set of water heater instructions, and the better part of Dave's left wellington. He climbs what cannot be climbed and opens what cannot be opened and investigates the world with a relentless prehensile curiosity that has cost Dave three hundred and eighty-seven pounds in gates. There is no object in his domain he has not, at some point, put his lips to in the spirit of enquiry. He walked up to the hives on the first day. Dave watched from the yard with the specific dread of a man who has seen this goat approach things before. Keith stood in front of the nearest hive. He watched the entrance, the constant stream of bees coming and going, the low working hum of forty thousand individuals about their business. He brought his nose to within a sensible distance. He held there for a while, doing whatever calculation it is that goes on behind those rectangular eyes. And then he stepped back, turned, and walked away to the bramble, and he has not gone near the hives since. Dave's log: "He left the bees. I don't know what passed between Keith and the bees. Whatever it was, the bees won the negotiation without appearing to negotiate, which is the only time anything on this farm has managed it. I have not added a column. I am simply relieved." There is a kind of intelligence that tests everything to find its limit. And there is a rarer kind that meets a thing humming with quiet collective purpose and recognises, without needing to be stung, that here at last is something better left to get on with its work. Keith has both. The bees are fine. The bees were always going to be fine. Even Keith knows where the line is, and the line, it turns out, is forty thousand of anything, all agreeing.

Marc Bouldoukian captures a heartwarming moment a mama bear carrying her three cubs across the water.

Paul Skenes was driving by a little league field tonight when he decided to stop and play catch with the kids. He signed and hung out for over two hours. What a guy. That’s my ace 🏴‍☠️ (📸 Mikey & Big Bob on FB)

"If we lose this game, I'll walk back to Pittsburgh." On this date in 1989, Pirates broadcaster Jim Rooker made that promise after Pittsburgh scored 10 runs in the 1st inning. The Pirates lost 15-11. And Rooker actually walked the 300 miles back to Pittsburgh. 🎥: @MLB

Dad tears up watching his son make his Major League debut. Seeing your kid reach the highest level of the sport has to be one of the greatest feelings in the world.

Mic'd up at Jack's Place with The Sheriff 🤠 Join Peyton Manning as he takes on Nos. 10, 11 and 12 at the Memorial Tournament presented by Workday.

Amazing beach discovery!! 😮

So "Pride Month" is in full effect. As such, I think it's a great time to remember the sage words from the master, Norm Macdonald, and his thoughts Pride.

There are reports of an unknown “loud explosion” near Boston, Massachusetts. One of a few videos that captured the sound: