Benjamin Netanyahu is an international fugitive. He is charged with the war crimes of starvation as a method of warfare and of intentionally directing an attack against the civilian population; and the crimes against humanity of murder, persecution, and other inhumane acts.

"Snakes and Ladders"??!?!? sherwood.news/culture/lionsg…

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First time trying grits in New orleans. Anything I should know before trying them?

Yet it’s all true. Funny how triggered you all get when your bullshit gets exposed. Quit being whining bitch and live in the real world.

Wall street folks are celebrating @elonmusk for creating 4,400 millionaires. Fine. Did any of them celebrate @JoeBiden IRA, ARP, CHIPS for creating millions of good paying jobs? Our barometer should be opportunity & stability for the majority, not simply wealth for the few.

Sucking up go billionaires is a weak beta move.

A 5% tax on Elon’s net worth would fund every community health center in America for the next 26 years. I’ll say it again. Tax the rich.

“Bernie, your socialism would never allow a SpaceX to be built.” Hey Bill, who got man to the moon? Was it the government or the private sector?

An entire discipline shamed by a single tweet.

If you could give me one compliment, what would it be? 🥰

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

A delightful piece from our Jennifer Tiedemann on... South of the Border, which we drove past yesterday. "South of the Border is not some sort of nostalgia act. It is not kitsch for the sake of kitsch, camp for the sake of camp. It’s not meant to be studied. It is retro without a lick of postmodernist self-awareness; there’s no wink-and-a-nod, no “we know better now.” South of the Border is appreciated best when appreciated unironically, without a trace of cynicism. It’s a place of unbridled joy, and quintessentially American."

My USA trip bucket list: - See an eagle - Meet Guy Fieri - Witness a B-2 flyover - Shoot a gun - Eat at waffle house at 1am - Go to a rodeo - Eat southern comfort food - Visit a state fair

A trillion dollars could solve virtually every problem. Any problem at all. But instead it’s all just going to Some Guy