i don't understand how some of you are able to work and exercise and also have a social life? what am i missing?

America’s @SECWAR CRUSHED 44 reps on the bench after a morning run with the troops yesterday in GTMO.

I can already tell the World Cup discourse is going to be so fucking insufferable Stadium dick measuring, public transportation complaints, and political commentary for the next month The USA has a different culture than the rest of the world and people are shocked by it

Watching footage from WW2 makes me realize how brave this generation was and how pathetic the current one is.

In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called. I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years. "Nobunaga." He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly. "Perfect. Banana, party of one." Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now. Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands. I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready. It woke. It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master. He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room. "BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!" A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me. All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!" So tell me honestly. For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came. When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana? Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.

This steak is a product from Israeli company Redefine Meat, made out of vegetable protein and oil and formed with a 3D printing process.

THE FBI IS NOW ARRESTING JUDGES WHO HELP IMMIGRANTS EVADE ICE. IS THIS WHAT YOU VOTED FOR?

If an H-1B worker spends 5 years in the U.S., they should receive a Green Card automatically.

Where's all the America 250th merch? Seems like a missed opportunity for companies.

Normal people don’t buy fucking snow plows do they you Gimp? You the city do. Buying a fleet of 10 plows is way different than installing something in the home of fucking 69 million people.

The middle class is the most expensive place to live, and no one talks about it. Lower income households get assistance. The wealthy use tax strategies and loopholes. But the middle class pays full taxes, full tuition, full healthcare, full everything. So you work 50 hours a week just to stay in the same place and fund everyone’s life except yours.