To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis: Show us your laptop. Show us your iCloud. Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation. You won’t. You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out. That is not who we are. My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count. For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame. I no longer believe that. Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us. And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts. That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena. Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next. Life does not determine our character. It reveals it. Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next? We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day. So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop. You won’t. The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing. That is the only definition that matters.

Jean Chrétien - still sharp as ever!

Are you in favour of expelling Hoekstra US Ambassador supporting Alberta separating from Canada? If so - keep passing this on - until we get a response from the politicians

I'd never seen this -- MAD Magazine, 1991. Really good.

Убитой и запытанной в плену журналистке Виктории Рощиной россияне сломали затылочную кость, когда ее удерживали в СИЗО в Таганроге. Я напомню что при передаче тела у девушки оказалось что отсутствовали внутренние органы, головной мозг, глазные яблоки, часть трахеи. Очередное напоминание всему миру с кем воюет Украина. Это не люди.

Twitter FOREVER bitch!

120 frames per second are the current "baseline standard" for most modern PC games. Meanwhile, gamers in the 80s enjoying a scenic run at 4 FPS.

I used NCSA Mosaic before NN.

All of the sympathetic comments about Joni Lamb's death are making my stomach upset. She could be kind and generous and do lots of great things for many ministries while also being corrupt. We should not dance on her grave. Acknowledge her death and pray for her family. Pray for the truth to prevail. But at the same time, we cannot set aside the serious allegations she was covering up sexual abuse to save the family reputation, among many other concerning facts. That doesn't go to the grave with her. The fact that God took her off this earth should be saying something loudly to us, but everyone seems to be ignoring that. When is the church going to finally get angry enough about corruption and perverted leadership to stop eulogizing it? PS - this is an extremely fair and unbiased reporting of the entire situation roysreport.com/daystar-co-fo…

The best way to convince people you aren’t praying before a golden idol would be to not pray before a golden idol.

Every single Canadian should watch this video. CBC has uncovered YouTubers who are being paid to promote Alberta separatism. I am angry 😡 Exposing 'faceless' YouTubers pushing Canada to join the U.S. | CBC.ca share.google/5wn7zdestnMIup5…