The Supreme Court has signaled it will strike down state laws allowing ballots after election day. Justice Alito says it's called “Election DAY” for a reason.

With everything we are hearing right now about ticks this seems like good information to share. “Here’s what I’ve learned after more ticks than I care to count. First, whatever your uncle told you, forget it. No matches. No nail polish. No Vaseline. No soap on a cotton ball. All of those do the same terrible thing, they stress the tick out, and a stressed tick empties its gut back into the bite before letting go. Which, if you think about what that actually means for a second, is literally how Lyme and the rest get transmitted so you’re not speeding up its exit. You’re making it throw up into you. Fine-tipped tweezers. Grip right where the mouthparts enter the skin, not the body, the head. Pull straight up, steady, no twisting, no jerking. It’ll feel like it’s resisting because it is, the mouthparts are barbed. Just keep the pressure on and it lets go in a few seconds. If a piece breaks off in the skin, leave it alone. Your body pushes splinters out. Digging around with a needle does more damage then the fragment ever would. Clean it with alcohol or soap. Wash your hands. Now here’s the part most people skip: don’t flush the tick. Tape it to an index card. Clear packing tape right over the body, write the date and where on your body it was, and stick the card in a drawer. If you come down with anything weird in the next 30 days, rash, fever, joint pain, that flu-that-isn’t-flu feeling, that tick goes with you to the doctor. Some labs will test the tick itself, which is faster and often more reliable than waiting for antibodies to show up in your own blood. A dated tick taped to a card is one of the most useful things you can hand a doctor who’s trying to figure out what’s wrong with you. The other thing worth saying out loud: if the tick was engorged when you pulled it, and you can’t swear it was off your body within 24 hours, call your doctor that same day. Don’t wait for a rash. Fewer than three out of four Lyme cases even produce the classic bullseye. A single preventive dose of doxycycline within 72 hours of a deer tick bite cuts the Lyme odds way down, and most docs in tick country will write that prescription without giving you a hard time, especially if you walk in with the tick taped to a card and a clear timeline.”

CEOs are quietly realizing the AI replacement plan has a problem. Two problems, actually. One: the token costs for running AI agents are now exceeding what they were paying the employees they fired. Two: when the tokens run out, the AI stops. Just stops. No continuity. No workaround. Just a spinning wheel where your workforce used to be. You fired humans to save money and bought a subscription that bills you into a corner. The employees you let go knew what to do when things broke. The AI just invoices you for the outage. And then there’s the permission problem nobody wants to talk about. To do its job, the AI agent needs access. Full access. Your systems, your patents, your contracts, your future plans. Everything you spent years building, handed over to a process that has no loyalty, no discretion, and no skin in the game. You didn’t hire a replacement. You gave a stranger with no soul the keys to everything you own. Enjoy.

In 1953 an American physiologist called Ancel Keys stood up at a World Health Organization conference in Geneva and presented a graph. The graph plotted fat consumption against heart disease mortality in six countries. The United States at the top. Japan at the bottom. A smooth upward curve in between. The room was convinced. The graph would go on to define global nutrition policy for the next seventy years. There was one small problem with the graph. Keys had data from twenty-two countries. He chose six. The other sixteen, which included France and Switzerland eating vast quantities of butter and cheese with low heart disease, and countries like Chile eating almost no animal fat and having high heart disease, did not produce the line he wanted. So they were not on the graph. When this was pointed out, in print, at the time, Keys did not engage with the science. He launched a career. He became chair of the American Heart Association's nutrition committee. He got himself on the cover of Time magazine. He organised the Seven Countries Study, a sequel to the cherry-picked six, which selected populations and time points that would confirm his hypothesis and excluded those that would not. Crete was measured during Lent. The comparisons were, by design, not fair. Then he did the thing that turned him from a scientist into a politician. He went after the opposition. Dr John Yudkin, a British physiologist, published a book in 1972 called Pure, White and Deadly, arguing that sugar was a better fit for the heart disease data than fat. His data covered more populations, more years, and more accurately matched the rise in cardiovascular mortality across the twentieth century. Keys called him, in print, a charlatan. He used his position at the AHA to block Yudkin's research from conferences. He pressured editors. He lobbied funders. Yudkin's grants dried up. His reputation was systematically dismantled by a man who was, at this point, not doing science but running a protection racket for a hypothesis. Yudkin died in 1995 in obscurity. His work has since been quietly vindicated. Nobody has apologised. Meanwhile the American Heart Association, funded since 1948 by a $1.7 million donation from Procter and Gamble (makers of Crisco, a product that urgently needed a reason for Americans to stop cooking with lard), adopted Keys's recommendations and issued them as medical advice. The American public complied. Butter consumption collapsed. Margarine tripled. Seed oils, negligible in 1950, became the dominant cooking fat. The food industry reformulated thousands of products to remove fat and replace it with sugar, because the fat was the enemy and the sugar was not. American obesity rates, stable for fifty years, began to climb in 1977, the year the McGovern committee translated Keys's hypothesis into federal guidelines. They have not stopped climbing since. Type 2 diabetes followed. Metabolic syndrome followed. Fatty liver disease, which barely existed in 1950, became endemic. The entire constellation of chronic metabolic disease now occupying every doctor surgery in the developed world tracks, almost perfectly, onto the adoption curve of the guidance Keys spent his career promoting. He retired to Italy, drank olive oil, ate cheese, lived to 100, and described himself in interviews as a pioneer. He was a pioneer. He pioneered the practice of producing a predetermined conclusion from selective data, destroying the reputations of anyone who noticed, and using institutional capture to convert the conclusion into policy. Ancel Keys was not wrong the way scientists are sometimes wrong. Ancel Keys was wrong the way politicians are wrong. Deliberately. Profitably. Without consequence. You are still eating the consequences now.

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You do know you’re spreading Islamist propaganda right? You’re being played. Hezbollah killed him. This new brain rot is getting sick. Charlie was a prophet. 🙏🏼😔god rest his soul.

Report: Intercepted encrypted communications believed to be from Iranian officials that allegedly discuss activating sleeper cells across Western countries, including within the United States.

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🚨“Death to America! Death to Trump! I’m going to bomb the plane!” Why didn't we see this on the news?

Breaking News: A federal jury found a Pakistani man guilty of plotting with the Iranian government to kill U.S. politicians, including President Trump. nyti.ms/4rW7DYY

She explains it the best I’ve heard

Where does the money for this “slush fund” come from? Who has control of this fund? How does one obtain approval for a payout from this fund? Who keeps the records of this fund? If this is, indeed, tax payer funded, we the people have the right to know. @realannapaulina @timburchett @MikeJohnson @POTUS @VP

I set fire to my school when I was thirteen years old. They sent me to an institution. I was there for about a month. A man in that facility did something to me that I have never spoken about publicly until today. I was a child. He was not. I carried that for thirty-one years. Through a marriage. Through five kids. Through driving a garbage truck at 5 AM and writing between stops in parking lots with the engine running. Through 1,800 posts and 26,000 subscribers, and a ministry I built with my bare hands. Thirty-one years of silence. I'm breaking it now. Not because I want your sympathy. Not because I want to "process" or "heal" or whatever word the therapists use. I'm breaking it because I watched a 22-year-old kid on the Shawn Ryan Show this week describe being groomed on Roblox at twelve years old, by a developer that Roblox put in their own commercials, and I sat in my chair, and I could not move. Not because of what happened to him. Because I looked at a picture of my own children on the wall across the room. And I thought about every screen in my house. Every app I never opened. Every conversation I never asked about. Every night, my kids were in their rooms on devices I paid for, connected to platforms I never checked, talking to people I never met. And I realized something that made me sick. I've been so busy carrying my own silence that I almost missed what was happening right in front of me. Let me tell you what's happening. Right now — tonight — there are grown men on Roblox, Discord, VR Chat, and a dozen other platforms your children use every single day. They have playbooks. Not metaphorical playbooks. Literal, documented grooming strategies. They build trust with your kid over weeks. They gift virtual currency. They isolate. They normalize. And then they destroy. The kid on the Shawn Ryan Show tried to kill himself at fifteen. His mother reported it to Roblox. The company did nothing. The predator — a man named Kevin Nolan, featured in Roblox's own TV commercials on Cartoon Network — is still free. Still online. Seven hundred thousand people watched that interview in two days. Twenty million reports of child exploitation hit the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children's CyberTipline last year. Twenty million. Reports of online enticement surged 192% in a single year. And those are just the cases someone actually reported. Your child's bedroom is not safe. Not because you failed as a parent. Because the battlefield moved into your house through a screen, and nobody told you. I know what it feels like when a man reaches for a child in a room no one is watching. I know what it does to a boy. I know what it costs him for the next three decades. I know the silence. I know the shame. I know the way your body flinches at things you can't explain, and your wife asks what's wrong, and you say "nothing" because you don't have the words. I have the words now. And I'm using them. I'm not starting a movement. I'm not launching a nonprofit. I'm not pivoting my platform. I'm doing what a father does. A father protects his own. And he warns other fathers. So here's your warning. Check your kids' phones tonight. Not tomorrow. Tonight. Open Roblox. Open Discord. Look at the friend lists. Read the messages. Ask your child who they're talking to. And when they say "just my friends" — verify it. Because the man who hurt me was supposed to be helping me. And the man who groomed that kid on Roblox was supposed to be making games for children. The people who destroy children don't look like monsters. They look like helpers. They look like developers. They look like youth pastors, coaches, and family friends. And they are counting on you being too busy, too trusting, or too distracted to notice. Don't be. Be not ye afraid of them: remember the Lord, which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives, and your houses. — Nehemiah 4:14 That was written for men standing on a wall with a sword in one hand and a trowel in the other. Building something and defending it at the same time. That's us. I wrote the full story on Substack today. Everything I've never said. What happened to me. What I found. What I'm going to do about it. And what I need from you. If you're a father, read it. If you're a mother, read it. If you have a child with a screen in their hand, read it. And if you know someone who needs to see this — share it. Not for me. For the kid in the room, no one is watching. I'm done being silent. We're not hiding anymore.

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BREAKING NEWS: Public School System in FULL PANIC MODE: Parents are ditching yellow buses for kitchen tables… and their kids are suddenly SMARTER, HAPPIER, and actually LIKE learning! Share with parents who need to hear it.

Woman claims Smoothie King in Michigan wouldn’t serve them because her husband was wearing a Trump hoodie Any comment @SmoothieKing??