Omg!!! Life got in the way and i totally forgot it's #TurnFamTuesdays 😭😭😭

it's notable to me that the administration tried to frame tonight's UFC event as a "gift to Americans" but you can't watch it unless you have a paid subscription to Paramount

Philadelphia fans would tailgate someone’s wake if they could.

Joseph Warren was born in Roxbury, Massachusetts on June 11, 1741. Roxbury was two miles from Boston with about 600 inhabitants. Joseph was the oldest son of Mary and Joseph Warren, Sr. His younger brothers were Samuel born in 1743, Ebenezer (Eben) born in 1748, and John (Jack) born in 1753. The brothers grew up on the their apple farm where they produced an apple called the Roxbury Russet, a greyish-green russet apple known for its good winter-keeping qualities, as well as its suitability for making cider and juice. They took their apples and produce to sell in the market in Boston. Joseph's father died in October 1755 after falling from a ladder while harvesting the apples. Joseph was only 14 and had just begun to attend Harvard. The death left him the man of the household. Joseph was able to continue his education at Harvard. He paid his service to the community of Roxbury by becoming an instructor at Roxbury Latin School. He went on to earn a master degree at Harvard. He moved to Boston and served as a medical apprentice to the prestigious Dr. James Lloyd. The early American rebellion may have gone differently if Joseph Warren had never left the farm in Roxbury and became involved in the Sons of Liberty and the Radical faction that stood against British taxation and their attempt to control colonial autonomy. His rise to political and military power began to reach its summit in April 1775 when he sent Paul Revere and William Dawes on their midnight ride, a decision that was supposed to be made by committee. But those committee members were not in Boston when Thomas Gage deployed his soldiers on April 18, 1775. Joseph Warren was faced with making that decision alone. By early May 1775, Joseph was the president of the Massachusetts Provincial Congress and the Committee of Safety that decided to occupy the Charlestown peninsula and Bunker Hill although we know that the redoubt was actually built on Breed's Hill. At the age of 34, Joseph lost his life in the battle that took place there, forever immortalized as one of America’s noblest martyrs.

Committee of Independence 11 June 1776, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The Second Continental Congress took decisive steps toward independence. After Richard Henry Lee’s resolution, delegates appointed three key committees. One was the Committee of Five—Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, and Robert R. Livingston—to draft a formal declaration explaining the colonies’ break from Britain. As recorded in the Journals: “Resolved, That the committee, to prepare the declaration, consist of five members...” A separate committee, with one delegate per colony, was appointed to prepare and draft a form of confederation for the soon-to-be-independent states, laying the groundwork for the Articles of Confederation. A third committee planned treaties with foreign powers. These actions unified revolutionary efforts and shaped the new nation’s foundational documents. #RevWar #AmRev #History #RevWarTales

Some of these responses make me profoundly sad 😔

Without France, there would be no America! Merci🇺🇲🇫🇷

A troubling episode. But still an awesome time!!! Thank you @LadyTarleton and #TurnFamTuesdays See you all next week!!!!

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Confinement??? #TurnFamTuesdays

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A founding father signed the Declaration of Independence, watched the British seize his home for SEVEN years, lost his wife while living as a refugee, and then at age 69 walked away from it all to start over on the frontier. Meet William Floyd. Buckle up. He never asked for any of this. His father died when he was a teenager, so Floyd dropped whatever education he might have had and took over the family farm on Long Island. He became wealthy, comfortable, established. His family had worked that same land for generations. Then he was sent to the Continental Congress, and in July 1776 he became the first man of the New York delegation to sign the Declaration of Independence. The punishment was almost immediate. Weeks later the British crushed the American army at the Battle of Long Island and took his entire estate. Then they did something extra: they turned his home into a barracks for their cavalry and occupied it for SEVEN straight years. His family fled across the water to Connecticut with essentially nothing. For those seven years a wealthy landowner and his children lived as refugees, surviving on the charity of relatives and friends, while enemy soldiers ate his food and slept in his beds. It got worse. In 1781, before the war was even won, his wife Hannah died in exile. She never saw home again. When Floyd finally returned in 1783, the estate was wrecked. The home his family had held for generations was a ruin left behind by foreign cavalry. Most men would have spent the rest of their lives quietly rebuilding what they lost. Floyd rebuilt it, remarried, served in the very first United States Congress, and then did the most surprising thing of all. At nearly 70 years old, an age when most Founders were writing memoirs and posing for portraits, Floyd sold his comfortable life, packed up, and moved to raw frontier land near the headwaters of the Mohawk River in central New York. He cleared wilderness and built a new homestead from scratch. He lived there until he died in 1821 at 87, a Founding Father who ended his life not in a mansion full of relics, but on the edge of the map, still building. Some men signed the Declaration and lost everything. William Floyd lost everything, got it back, and then chose to start over anyway.

I see your profile picture. That’s Johnny Cash. My hero too. Arrested seven times. Smuggled 668 amphetamines across the Mexican border in 1965. Took every drug there was and drank like I did. Cheated on his first wife. Slept with more woman than I ever did. Hit bottom in a cave in Tennessee in 1968 trying to crawl off and die. And then he got up. He got clean. He spent the rest of his life singing for prisoners and addicts and the people the country threw away because he knew he was one of them. That was the whole point of the Man in Black. He wore it for the poor and the beaten down. He wore it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime. He wore it for the ones who never heard a word of Jesus. He wore it for the addicted and the dying. He wore it as a standing witness that no one is past saving. You picked his picture. You did not pick his message. Try listening to the words.

I am now.