#MyOnlyMotivationInLife is the promise of a bright, shiny, clean tomorrow. But then comes the morning;  Yesterday's sorrows behind.  Wake! It's the day of your longing!  Life returns, Mercy comes, It's morning. -- Jack Miffleton

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These days I often think of the great civilizations that once ruled, like the Greeks and Romans. Nothing is permanent. Nothing. Is it our turn?

Meme of the day!

Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named. The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river. The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn. Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound. "Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever. It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin. "Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet. In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair. And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge. You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain. The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste. I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind. Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again. "Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up. Discipline is a journey.

American awareness re: the World Cup, circa 1966. 😁

A duck wearing a Mexico shirt casually walking through the streets of Mexico 😭 I'll never forgive FIFA for not hosting the entire World Cup there.

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It’s easy to use the terms millionaire, billionaire and, now, trillionaire without really comprehending the difference between them. Hopefully this helps 👇

#IDeserveAWorldCupFor keeping my sarcastic comments to myself

Is there a knack to bird spotting? 🐦 I spend a bit of time sitting under a large tree in my yard listening to the birds. I just heard 2 wrens singing to each other overhead but could not locate them. 🌳 I enjoyed their song nonetheless. #birdwatching #birdspotting

Please remember that not all Baptist churches are alike. The American Baptist churches (ABCUSA) have had female pastors for over 100 years.

Simply perfect

Roy Cohn taught Donald Trump three rules: 1. Never admit when you're wrong 2. Never concede defeat when you lose 3. Attack anyone who attacks you even when you're wrong. 50 years later - in 2026 America - we are living under the insanity and tyranny of those three rules.

This aged like milk…

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I sort of love that these signs accidentally imply that this is America’s last year

Barry Blitt

Der vornehme Hund von heute schätzt eine exquisite Auswahl… 👍