Nah. He’s still Draco Malfoy… This is just what happens when the baby death eater discovers age-appropriate hair products.

I know people on here think having a trillion dollars is fine but it is simply not possible to have any semblance of a democracy when wealth is concentrated like that: currentaffairs.org/news/you-…

Quite right. Many doors. Narrow fronts.

It was two in the morning, the hour when even the bravest samurai retires to his bedroll, yet here, a fortress of light beckoned me from the darkness. Every castle I have ever known has fallen. Fire, siege, taxes. Eight hundred years of my family learning one lesson: nothing stays open forever. This house has never closed. Not for storms. Not for holidays. Not for the hour when even the moon looks tired. I asked the waitress when they lock the doors. "We don't have locks, hon." No locks. I own walls, moats, and a sword older than this country, and I have never once said anything that powerful. Inside, a cook was scraping the grill at 2 a.m. with the calm of a man guarding something. I asked if he was the night watch. "I'm Darnell." A trucker two stools down raised his coffee. "Place stayed open during the hurricane," he said. "FEMA's got a whole index about it." An index. The government of this nation measures disasters by whether THIS HOUSE is still standing. In Japan, we measured a clan's strength by its castle. Same thing. Theirs serves waffles. I ordered. I ate. I confess what happened next. I did not want to leave. The night outside was large. The booth was warm. I am a grown warrior, and I sat in a yellow fortress at 3 a.m. feeling protected by hash browns. A castle does not promise to stand forever. It simply leaves the lights on. I drive past at night now. Just to check. The lights are always on. Sentries of the griddle — I see you. Hold the line.

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

On Sunday night, the Trump administration tweeted about a “friendless loser” for peddling “bullsh*t clickbait.” The tweet was directed at weather forecasters at The Weather Channel, since the administration did not like the forecast.

White House, East Wing, Rose Garden, Jacqueline Kennedy Garden and South Lawn as they used to look (Encyclopedia Britannica):

What an amazing way to visualize early human migration. Lovely map by @HarvardCGA. A great colour scheme and an appropriate map projection! Source: buff.ly/3lbxonJ

ICYMI: More then 80 female leaders are now questioning Utah County Clerk @ARDavidson's appointment of @KaiSchwemmer to deputy clerk arguing he's made sexist remarks about women holding public office. @abc4utah was first to report Kai's hire. share.google/KZkJxP3YcwAl49M…

Exactly

About 150 people are waiting for a 14-member crew to build the scaffolding needed to remove the 18 offending letters. The atmosphere is festival-like: People have brought their dogs, their partners and their kids. They oohed as lightning spidered across the sky and ahhed at a double rainbow. They cheered when a one-wheel rider zipped through the center's horseshoe driveway in a rainbow crop top and shorts, waving a bisexual pride flag. The Foo Fighters' "My Hero" blasted, followed by a request from a guy shouting to the workers above. "Remove the 'T' first!"

Dozens of women in elected office — both Republicans and Democrats — told Utah County Clerk Aaron Davidson to consider the consequences of hiring Kai Schwemmer as an elections official. sltrib.com/news/politics/202…

every trillionaire on this planet is a policy failure

Guys making $30k a year when you say that becoming a trillionaire shouldn’t exist

Instead of discussing how Elon Musk is now the world's first trillionaire, we should talk about how he killed hundreds of thousands of people through his dismantling of food and medical aid to poor countries currentaffairs.org/news/how-…

Never ever stop.

I want to commend Elder McKay for this. In a Church where our official policy is not to apologize, it’s a true breath of fresh air when someone takes accountability for their mistakes and tries to make amends.

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