The subaquatic version of raking the forest.

"Nobody knows more about dumping hydrogen peroxide into a pool than I do"

RT @caslernoel: “This is why I knew the version of events we witnessed in Butler, PA, were a stunt - and not the natural reactions of the m…

RETWEET if you support Gov. Gavin Newsom after the Justice Department announced that they are investigating him and his wife.

Robert De Niro: “When I hear Trump say, ‘I don’t think about Americans’ financial situation,’ I say shut the fuck up. On Wednesday, Trump said, ‘I love the inflation.’ Now say it with me: shut the fuck up. Trump said he won the 2020 election. Ready? Shut the fuck up”

Everything this motherfucker touches dies.

De Niro: I hate to say it, but loving our country is starting to sound like an abused spouse saying they love their abuser. I can’t love a country that starts stupid and inhumane wars, killing thousands of innocents and indirectly causing the deaths and suffering of millions more. I can’t love a country that takes healthcare away from millions of people and uses that money to enrich their pals in the Trump-Epstein class. I can’t love a country that sends out masked militias to shoot citizens in the streets, torture our neighbors, and separate families. I can’t love a country that’s led by a racist, misogynist, xenophobic tyrant. And let me just say it: I can’t love a country that’s led by Donald Trump and his sycophant Congress.

The White House was built to serve the American people. Tonight it was used to promote a company the President owns stock in, sell subscriptions, promote corporate sponsors, push Trump crypto, and enrich the President and his family. The founders warned us about kings enriching themselves from public office. They did not fight a revolution for this.

Greta doesn’t like Trump very much, does she?

Back when I was a kid, this is what I remember. Summer didn’t just mean swimming holes, lightning bugs, and running barefoot till your feet got tougher than shoe leather. Summer meant the garden was coming in, and when the garden came in, everybody had work to do. Nobody asked if you felt like helping. Feelings were not invited to canning day, which was probably for the best since they’d just get in the way and sweat on the tomatoes. The garden wasn’t there for decoration. It fed us. What we grew in the summer had to help carry us through the winter. I remember baskets of green beans waiting to be snapped. Tomatoes sitting in piles, red and ripe, ready to be peeled and canned. Corn shucked on the porch with silks sticking to your arms. Cucumbers turned into pickles. Apples and peaches put up sweet. Every bit of it mattered. And let me tell you, there weren’t many excuses that got you out of garden work or canning day. A headache didn’t do it. Being tired sure didn’t do it. A bad attitude mostly just got you handed another pan of beans. But there was one thing folks believed back then. If a young girl was on her monthly time, she was usually kept away from the garden work and the canning. Old folks said she could make the food spoil, or keep the jars from sealing right. Now, whether that was truth, superstition, or just one of those old-timey beliefs passed down till nobody questioned it, I can’t say. Humans do love making rules and then handing them down like Moses brought them off the mountain. But I do remember it being taken serious. The women didn’t always say much about it plain. They’d just know. A girl might be told to rest, stay out of the heat, or do something else away from the food. Back then, some things weren’t talked about out loud, but everybody understood what was meant. The kitchen would get hotter than common sense. Big pots boiled on the stove, jars clinked together, and everybody moved around like they knew exactly what needed doing. Somebody was washing jars. Somebody was filling them. Somebody was wiping rims and tightening lids. And then came that sound every family listened for: the little **pop** of a jar sealing. That pop meant winter food. It meant green beans for supper when snow was on the ground. It meant tomatoes for soup, gravy, or poured over fried potatoes. It meant pickles beside beans and cornbread. It meant apple butter on biscuits on a cold morning. By the end of summer, the shelves would be lined with jars, green, red, yellow, and brown, all shining like little promises. To some folks it may have looked like canned food. To us, it looked like security. We didn’t call it “homesteading” or “preserving seasonal produce,” because apparently everything needs a fancy name now so folks can charge money for it. We just called it putting up food. And that’s what I remember most. A hot kitchen. Tired hands. A porch full of vegetables. Old beliefs nobody dared test. Family working together. Winter being made ready, one jar at a time. And somewhere in all that work, without us even knowing it, we were making memories too. The kind that stick with you longer than the jars on the shelf. The kind that come back when you smell tomatoes cooking or hear a jar lid pop. The kind that remind you where you came from, who loved you, and how much was done with plain hands and a willing heart. Those were good memories. And they’ve helped carry me through a lifetime. ~banjo~

This takes a legitimate program, disease surveillance and threat reduction, and dresses it up as “Aha, the conspiracy was true.” Such bullshit.

Congrats to Coach Brown, Finals MVP Jalen Brunson, OG, and the rest of these incredible NBA Champion @NYKnicks! What a run!

“Stupid is as stupid does.” - Forrest Gump

The courts ruled that Donald Trump had to pay back the $166 billion he stole through his illegal tariffs. Now, he's fighting back. Cut the crap, Donald. It's time to cut the check.

🚨 BREAKING Trump drove his motorcade across the drained Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool while resurfacing work was still underway. As someone who constantly reminds us he's a "builder," he should have known exactly what that means. If leaks, blisters, delamination, cracking, or coating failures appear later, the contractor now has an obvious response: "You drove armored vehicles across our work." That's not a political argument. That's a warranty argument. Pool coatings and waterproofing systems typically come with cure requirements, traffic restrictions, and exclusions for owner-caused damage. In construction, documented heavy vehicle traffic on a freshly resurfaced system is the kind of thing contractors point to when they deny warranty claims. The irony is hard to miss. A project intended to stop leaks now has documented coating defects. And the owner created a highly public record of driving a motorcade across the very surface that was supposed to keep the water in.

Why the fuck would California “rig” the LA Mayoral primary but NOT for Governor? You think if they were rigging shit they woulda shut Hilton the fuck out. MAGA are literally so fucking dumb.