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Just finished Leon Lederman’s The God Particle and my favorite bit was this part where he basically clowns Reagan for 2 pages straight
PRESIDENT REAGAN AND THE SUPER COLLIDER: A TRUE STORY By 1986, the SSC proposal was ready to be submitted to President Reagan for approval. As director of Fermilab, I was asked by an assistant secretary of the DOE if we could make a short video for the president. He thought a ten-minute exposure to high-energy physics would be useful when the proposal was discussed at a Cabinet meeting. How do you teach a president high-energy physics in ten minutes? More important, how do you teach THIS president? After considerable agony, we hit on the idea of having some high school kids visit the lab, be taken on a tour of the machinery, ask a lot of questions, and receive answers designed for them. The president would see and hear all this and maybe get a notion of what high-energy physics is all about. So we invited kids from a nearby school. We coached a few just a bit and let the rest be spontaneous. We filmed about thirty minutes and cut it down to the best fourteen minutes. Our Washington contact warned us: no more than ten minutes! Something about attention span. So we cut more and shipped him ten lucid minutes of high-energy physics for high school sophomores. In a few days we had our reaction. "Way too complicated! Not even close." What to do? We redid the soundtrack, wiping out the kids' questions. Some of them, after all, were pretty tough. A voice-over exper then related the kinds of questions the kids might have asked (witen out by me), and gave the answers while the action remained the same: the scientist guides pointing, the kids gawking. This time we made it crystal clear and very simple. We tested it on nontechnical people. Then we sent it in. Our DOE guy was getting impatient. Again he was underwhelmed. "Well, it's better, but it's still too complicated." I began to get a little nervous. Not only was the SSC in danger, but my job was at stake. That night | awoke at 3 A.M. with a brilliant idea. The next video would go this way: a Mercedes pulls up to the lab entrance, and a distinguished gentleman of fifty-five or so emerges. The voiceover says: "Meet Judge Sylvester Matthews of the Fourteenth Federal District Court, who is visiting a large government research lab." The "judge" explains to his hosts, three handsome young physicists (one female), that he has moved into the neighborhood and drives past the lab on his way to court every day. He reads about our work in the Chicago Tribune, knows we are dealing with "volts" and "atoms," and, since he never studied physics, is curious about what goes on. He enters the building, thanking the physicists for taking time with him this morning. My idea was that the president would identify with an intelligent layperson who is self-assured enough to say that he doesn't under-stand. In the subsequent eight and a half minutes, the judge frequently interrupts the physicists to insist that they go slower and clarify this and that point. At nine-plus minutes, the judge shoots his cuff, looks at his Rolex, and thanks the young scientists graciously. Then, with a shy smile: "You know I really didn't understand most of the things you told me, but I do get a sense of your enthusiasm, of the grandeur of the quest. It somehow reminds me of what it must have been like to explore the West... man alone on horseback with a vast, unexplored land.." (Yes, I wrote that.) When the video got to Washington, the assistant secretary was ecstatic. "You've done it! It's terrific. Just right! It will be shown at Camp David over the weekend." Greatly relieved, I went to bed smiling, but I woke up at 4 A.M. in a cold sweat. Something was wrong. Then I knew. I hadn't told the assistant secretary that the "judge" was an actor, hired from the Chicago Actors' Bureau. This was around the time the president was having trouble finding a confirmable appointee to the Supreme Court. Suppose he...I tossed and sweated until it was 8 A.M. in Washington. With my third call I got him. "Say, about that video..." "I told you it was great." "But I have to tell - " "It's good, don't worry. It's on its way to Camp David." "Wait!" I screamed. "Listen! The judge. It's not a real judge. He's an actor and the president may want to talk to him, interview him. He looks so intelligent. Suppose he..." [Long pause) "The Supreme Court?" "Yeah."
February 11, 2026 at 1:46 PM
i-am-hildemar.bsky.social
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More from ch.2 of the Tolkienesque writing exercise; this follows from the previous post on 3 Feb. Ruvyn, the captive Jergali, continues explaining; Dreali continues treating his injuries, and Theren the bard is asking questions.
First block of text, which reads: "Theren looked somewhat confused and asked, “They cannot be raised again?” “No! Once re-animated and destroyed, those pirates cannot re-animate on their own. Not as wild-type undead. Resurrecting them would require very powerful magic, and a potent cleric... or wizard. By themselves, they cannot return, and because of that, they can be safely buried.” The thin Elf’s tired face was creased with the smallest smile. “In their use as zombies, they will actually do some good in the world of the living, and once destroyed, they cannot return to do more harm. This is why executed criminals are ideal.” Theren was fairly certain he heard pride in the depleted death cleric’s voice. “Did you use all the pirates in that fashion?” Dreali asked, momentarily pausing her inspection and treatment. “Regrettably, no. I can only control four at a time, no matter how many city watch or Paladins I might have alongside. Unless another cleric assists, my crew is only four – though I could have cycled through more of them, now that I consider what you’re saying.” He paused in thought. “I see your point.” Theren rose from the bench and crouched in front of the Jergali cleric, then looked at his wife and asked, “Why does that matter?” “Evil beings will – after they die – sometimes become walking undead on their own – or in response to some evil energy where they lay,” Dreali said, and Ruvyn nodded his head in support of her answer. She continued checking his back for wounds and, finding one, sighed. “There is one wound that is still slightly infected,” she said. “I will have to soak off the scab and dress it. Is that all right?” Second and final block of text, which reads: “Still? Ah… um, yes, please. -- thank you for your patience in this.” He leaned back slightly to facilitate her reach and braced his hands on his thighs. Dreali pulled another bottle from her satchel and soaked a piece of clean white cloth which she pressed against the wound on his back. Ruvyn continued discussing his work in Phlan. “I could have re-animated them for destruction if the authorities wished, but they did not – and it did not occur to me. We try to select the worst of the criminals, to make sure those at the highest risk are employed first, but that also depends upon how much the witnesses know. It is possible that some crew member, killed when the ship was taken, was in fact among the most morally reprehensible among them, perhaps a rapist and a torturer… and unknown among the bodies. However, Phlan has clerics of its own, though not Jergali; they should be able to handle a zombie or two.” He pursed his bruised lips in thought, then winced. Dreali removed the cloth and used a small knife to gently pry away the scab, then applied more of the ointment to it. The Copper Elf cleric noticeably braced himself as she worked on the infected cut, but managed to remain silent. Though small, it stung, and he wished (for the hundredth time) that he could simply heal the lacerations he’d taken from the hand of his First Scrivener and be done with it. But he would never thoughtlessly animate a corpse again. Of that he was certain, though he could still make mistakes. He flexed his shoulders and then relaxed them, trying to force himself to stop responding to the pain, and considered other mitigation efforts he’d used during his mission in Phlan."
February 9, 2026 at 9:48 PM
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February 8, 2026 at 6:50 PM
bonnieintheblue.bsky.social
lol this is so funny. Everyone decided to screw with OP and not spoil them 😄

Putting these screencaps under a graphic media warning because major spoilers for Danganronpa V3. (I'll put the reddit link in the alt text too)
https://www.reddit.com/r/danganronpa/comments/1qz2izy/does_kokichi_die_in_danganronpa_v3/ does kokichi die in danganronpa v3 (self.danganronpa) submitted 7 hours ago by therea Fredbear2308 i dont care if its a spoiler i want to see him dead after playing through chapter 4 i hate this character so much dont tell me who kills him though i just want to know if his sorry ass died or not CompetitiveSpace7025 30 points 7 hours ago He gets everyone else killed until there's only him and K1-B0. They can leave because they're the last two alive but then he kills K1-BO because he's robophobic. * Chihiro YoshiDoki48 14 points 7 hours ago Play Chapter 5 and continue the game. You've already gone that far. To Please Stop Killing Chiaki Moonlarkthewolf 15 points 7 hours ago no he lives Fit-Amount-9505 20 points 7 hours ago Sorry he will be the sole survivor: ( Beautiful_Event_9461 18 points 7 hours ago He's the only survivor :) Kokichi and friends Usotsukin 29 points 6 hours ago He's been the mastermind this whole time (that part is obvious) and decides to kill the whole cast because he gets bored There's a twist afterwards where there was actually a second set of students for another killing game that Kokichi starts up again right after, V3 is 12 chapters long Grand Bois Chéri Ludenberg 1Sugardust1 16 points 6 hours ago he says "oh boy I think I have food poisoning" and then combusts into a million tiny purple pieces oh and his ghost continues to haunt the characters, so, in a way, he never died then everyone else dies and his ghost is considered a survivor Lan Keebo Council TNTFox9 9 points 6 hours ago Love how everyone in the comments are lying favs Trick_Debt8837 12 points 6 hours ago lying? its the truth lol YaOi lover Humble_House9690 8 points 6 hours ago Don't give them false hope he survives EraseMinds 10 points 5 hours ago Yes. He gets a Mondo style execution after being the blackened of Chapter 5 and becomes a bottle of Grape Fanta. HopeBagels2495 8 points 5 hours ago Just play the game lad Motor-Geologist-9014 6 points 4 hours ago Actually, he is a robot controlled by a monkuma ang keebo's twin brother. They are the mastermind of the killing game and manage to kill everyone Revvits108 10 points 4 hours ago He isn't confirmed to die but they do lock him in the love hotel with K1-B0 after chapter 5 and he isn't seen again after that • Kokichi Sympathizer ~ Saiouma Shipper MavisEmily1983 5 points 3 hours ago No he doesn't, that's all I'll say ReversedValz 5 points 3 hours ago He gets trapped in an infinite death loop by Gold Experience Requiem, so he isn't really dead Kokichi Lucky_655 5 points 2 hours ago Keep playing the game god damnit, I'm not saying shit
February 8, 2026 at 3:15 PM
hakusu.bsky.social
Just from this " Is it I’m twisting words or breaking it down to your true misogynistic belief? " yes it is twisting it to fit your fantasy of some person that you don't even know. Wild.
Again I did not say that at all , all I said if people wanna spend money , its up to them how they spend it lmao
February 6, 2026 at 6:58 PM
mysecretkingdom.bsky.social
Arc 2 takes place in Elegia. Since the movies aren't canon that means this place still exists which is cool, and it also means that they can visit Uta before her big world tour. She's super excited her dads are stopping by bc it's rare that they're able to visit/see her at the same time given how busy both of them are. It starts out slow, just a nice introduction to the island and where they'll be staying. Mishanks and Uta hang out for a bit, then when the time comes Shanks decides to help out moving some things from the ship to the castle, leaving Mihawk and Uta to bond without him. They do! They have a cute little moment together before Uta's pulled away, leaving Mihawk alone. He decides to read out on the balcony, enjoying the rare moment of peace. It's of course broken by Shanks running in, trying to pull Mihawk along saying "I can't explain it in a way you can understand. Just grab Yoru and follow me." Which Mihawk does because that is ominous as fuck. So with Yoru on his back he allows Shanks to drag him along back into town, getting a weird feeling as he sees that the other RHP had blocked off a fountain, adamant that no one gets close to it. They part when they see Shanks come back, letting the two through to reveal s-hawk sitting by himself. Mihawk stares at the clone, finally making sense of Shanks' cryptic message from before. The little guy can't really talk (more on that later) so he can only respond with a simple yes or no. They ask basic questions ("do you remember how you got here? Are you alone? Do you want to come with us?"), all which s-hawk answers. Shanks pulls Mihawk to the side, asking him if it's okay that they take in the clone. It's just a baby so of course Shanks wanted to take him in, but he knew that this entire thing was a shock to Mihawk so he wanted to run it by him first. Mihawk agrees and Shanks immediately comes up with a few names, but s-hawk seemed to like Leviathan the best. (Shanks calls him Levi for short ^^) I changed the seraphim lore as if playing with clay given how much I changed. They weren't all made at the same time in this story, rather one by one; the scientists wanted to see if there was anything wrong with their work first before they made another. They also weren't given full control over their voice boxes, bc why would a weapon need to speak? S-hawk was the first made given Mihawk's reputation, the thing was doing fine but a chip in its head malfunctioned, giving the little creature a true mind of its own for the first time. His first instinct was to get away from this place, so he jumped from ship to ship, island to island, to get far away from it all. He ended up on a ship that took him to Elegia, just about to leave again before he spotted a face, and some red hair, that he recognized. Mishanks, along with Uta, try their best to make Levi feel comfortable. They take him shopping to spoil him, let him try real people food and all that fun stuff. The next few days go by the same-this is a vacation for mishanks after all. But, of course, (plot, crossed out) trouble happens. It's the WG coming to collect what is theirs; they want s-hawk back. Shanks tells Uta to take Levi somewhere hidden for now, wanting to make an attempt to throw the marines off Levi's tail to avoid conflict. Shanks overhears two marines talking about some signal on the island, which makes him realize that a fight is inevitable—they know s-hawk is here. Now I will be honest, I lost a good chunk of this part of the story so I don't fully remember the deep details about how it started ^^* The earliest I can remember is Shanks gathering his men to split them up: one group guards the Red Force, another guards the castle, and the final group guards the town. Shanks takes Mihawk to the beach, hoping to lead most of the marines their way. He didn't want anything bad happening to this place. Ships appear over the horizon, sailing fast. The fight was coming to them, Shanks had no choice but to participate.
February 5, 2026 at 3:34 AM
slimewave.me
Not remotely the most jaw-dropping “enough rope to hang himself” moment but I’m giggling at Chotiner repeating his interviewee’s implication (that journalism should flatter its subject) back to him as if he’s trying to see how many times he can do it before spinotti starts squirming and equivocating
Well, you know, I felt like I was a reporter. I see. You see what I mean? Sure. It's, like, would you do an interview with Melania or President Trump yourself? obably yes. It doesn't mean that you think the same way or that you approve of him doing what he's doing. You and I are two journalists talking, essentially. Yeah. So, I mean, to me, the experience was about, yes, being a reporter-being cinematographer in a documentary, nd doing my best to make Melania look visually beautiful with the lighting One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you're trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there's an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. It's important to make them look as good as possible, too. That's part of your job, or our job. It's not about making them look as good as possible. It is about making them look as they are without having anything that is distinctively not nice or proper.
February 2, 2026 at 2:38 AM
drsaddison.bsky.social
Chotiner: There have been some critiques of the movie. People have said that it was essentially a payoff from Amazon to the White House, and that you’re doing propaganda for an authoritarian President. I know you said you don’t want to get into politics, but what do you think of that critique? Spinotti: Well, you know, I felt like I was a reporter. Chotiner: I see. [Jaws theme is implied here, not actually present] Spinotti: You see what I mean? Chotiner: Sure. Spinotti: It’s, like, would you do an interview with Melania or President Trump yourself? Probably yes. It doesn’t mean that you think the same way or that you approve of him doing what he’s doing. Chotiner: You and I are two journalists talking, essentially. [implication of Jaws theme intensifies] Spinotti: Yeah. So, I mean, to me, the experience was about, yes, being a reporter—being a cinematographer in a documentary, and doing my best to make Melania look visually beautiful with the lighting. Chotiner: One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you’re trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. [a thin ribbon of blood in the water is implied, not shown] Spinotti: Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps’ apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there’s an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. [remember shock often deadens pain at first] Chotiner: It’s important to make them look as good as possible, too. That’s part of your job, or our job. [imagine a human foot bobs to the surface] Spinotti: It’s not about making them look as good as possible. It is about making them look as they are without having anything that is distinctively not nice or proper. [presumably he looks very clammy at this point]
February 2, 2026 at 1:12 AM
calderwood.bsky.social
This poor, poor man (and avowed friend of the rapist director) just trying to make a career transition to being a discount Leni Riefenstahl, and then he sits down with Isaac Chotiner.
Screenshot of an interview Isaac Chotiner conducted with Dante Spinotti: There have been some critiques of the movie. People have said that it was essentially a payoff from Amazon to the White House, and that you’re doing propaganda for an authoritarian President. I know you said you don’t want to get into politics, but what do you think of that critique? Well, you know, I felt like I was a reporter. I see. You see what I mean? Sure. It’s, like, would you do an interview with Melania or President Trump yourself? Probably yes. It doesn’t mean that you think the same way or that you approve of him doing what he’s doing. a second screenshot from the same interview: Yeah. So, I mean, to me, the experience was about, yes, being a reporter—being a cinematographer in a documentary, and doing my best to make Melania look visually beautiful with the lighting. One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you’re trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps’ apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there’s an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. It’s important to make them look as good as possible, too. That’s part of your job, or our job. It’s not about making them look as good as possible. It is about making them look as they are without having anything that is distinctively not nice or proper.
February 2, 2026 at 12:47 AM
esghound.com
holy shit how does he keep getting people to do this to themselves lolol
Well, you know, I felt like I was a reporter. I see. You see what I mean? Sure. It’s, like, would you do an interview with Melania or President Trump yourself? Probably yes. It doesn’t mean that you think the same way or that you approve of him doing what he’s doing. You and I are two journalists talking, essentially. Yeah. So, I mean, to me, the experience was about, yes, being a reporter—being a cinematographer in a documentary, and doing my best to make Melania look visually beautiful with the lighting. One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you’re trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps’ apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there’s an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. It’s important to make them look as good as possible, too. That’s part of your job, or our job. It’s not about making them look as good as possible. It is about making them look as they are without having anything that is distinctively not nice or proper.
February 2, 2026 at 12:43 AM
wijama.bsky.social
this interview is filled with absolutely brutal moments but this part is absolutely stunning
What did you make of the President and Melania? And what’s different about filming a movie in the White House or on Air Force One? Well, the film we were doing was actually a documentary. The organization was highly impressive because, on Inauguration Day, we had something like twelve crews all around town. Once they were set in position, they could not move. I was the person in the White House. I was waiting for the President and Melania to come back at the end of the day. It was kind of interesting. How else do you have the occasion to see the center of power? Don’t ask me about my political opinions of the President, because I’d rather not answer. But do you feel like you learned anything about the President that maybe people who have never seen him up close don’t know, or don’t understand? Well, I would say, if I learned anything, it was in a very superficial way. My curiosity was to see the center of power and the White House, which is a beautiful place. Also, it was interesting to figure out how to photograph Melania. Photographing human faces is always really interesting, especially female faces. The key is not so much about beauty photography. It’s about making sure that you take away distracting elements from a face. When you take away distracting elements from a face, you can let the original beauty of the person come out and reveal itself and become interesting. So you take out the distracting elements? If you light the face, yes. If someone has an irregularity or something destructive, it takes away from the natural beauty, from the interest of a human face. You take the distracting element away, and now the face reveals itself for what it is. And it becomes interesting for the viewer. Beautiful, and interesting for the viewer. There have been some critiques of the movie. People have said that it was essentially a payoff from Amazon to the White House, and that you’re doing propaganda for an authoritarian President. I know you said you don’t want to get into politics, but what do you think of that critique? Well, you know, I felt like I was a reporter. I see. You see what I mean? Sure. It’s, like, would you do an interview with Melania or President Trump yourself? Probably yes. It doesn’t mean that you think the same way or that you approve of him doing what he’s doing. You and I are two journalists talking, essentially. Yeah. So, I mean, to me, the experience was about, yes, being a reporter—being a cinematographer in a documentary, and doing my best to make Melania look visually beautiful with the lighting. One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you’re trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps’ apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there’s an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. It’s important to make them look as good as possible, too. That’s part of your job, or our job. It’s not about making them look as good as possible. It is about making them look as they are without having anything that is distinctively not nice or proper.
February 2, 2026 at 12:11 AM
robm.wtf
Isaac Chotiner's interview with "Melania" cinematographer Dante Spinotti is one of the most sarcastic things I've ever read, I love it
You and I are two journalists talking, essentially. Yeah. So, I mean, to me, the experience was about, yes, being a reporter—being a cinematographer in a documentary, and doing my best to make Melania look visually beautiful with the lighting. One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you’re trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps’ apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there’s an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. It’s important to make them look as good as possible, too. That’s part of your job, or our job. You told the Times that Brett “made some mistakes.” Has he told you that he made mistakes? No. No. No. Isaac, no. All I’m saying is that I worked with him twelve hours, fifteen hours, a day, and then everybody went their own way. Our age difference is wide. I could be his father. I read that Roman Polanski is a father figure to him. So that role might already be filled. There are a lot of people who feel affection for Brett. Yeah, yeah. Because he’s a good kid. [In 2007’s Paris-based “Rush Hour 3,” Ratner gave a cameo to Polanski, who had fled to France after being accused of anally and vaginally raping a thirteen-year-old. He was later accused of sexually assaulting other teen-agers, which he denies. In the cameo, Polanski has a comic scene where he prepares to do an anal-cavity search of Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker.] Are you going to do “Heat 2”? No, I’m not. I think I probably interrupted my collaboration with Michael Mann. Why? I don’t know. It’s one of those things. I did five movies with Michael, and sometimes with these things, for some reason, you get interrupted. The last one I did was with the actor in Chicago. “Public Enemies”? “Public Enemies.” Yes, that’s right. It would be too complex to explain to you now. If you’re not doing “Heat 2,” there’s maybe room for “Melania 2” at some point, with more focus on her achievements. Yeah, we’ll see about that.
February 1, 2026 at 11:44 PM
camdenluxford.bsky.social
You in danger, girl
Chotiner: There have been some critiques of the movie. People have said that it was essentially a payoff from Amazon to the White House, and that you're doing propaganda for an authoritarian President. I know you said you don't want to get into politics, but what do you think of that critique? Spinotti: Well, you know, I felt like I was a reporter. Chotiner: I see. Spinotti: You see what I mean? Chotiner: Sure. Spinotti: It's, like, would you do an interview with Melania or President Trump yourself? Probably yes. It doesn't mean that you think the same way or that you approve of him doing what he's doing. Chotiner: You and I are two journalists talking, essentially. Chotiner: One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you're trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. Spinotti: Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps' apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there's an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. Chotiner: It's important to make them look as good as possible, too. That's part of your job, or our job. Spinotti: It's not about making them look as good as possible. It is about making them look as they are without having anything that is distinctively not nice or proper.
February 1, 2026 at 11:26 PM
passeriform.bsky.social
Alt
There have been some critiques of the movie. People have said that it was essentially a payoff from Amazon to the White House, and that you're doing propaganda for an authoritarian President. I know you said you don't want to get into politics, but what do you think of that critique? Well, you know, I felt like 1 was a reporter. I see. You see what I mean? Sure. It's, like, would you do an interview with Melania or President Trump yourself? Probably yes. It doesn't mean that you think the same way or that you approve of him doing what he's doing. You and I are two journalists talking, essentially. Yeah. So, I mean, to me, the experience was about, yes, being a reporter being a cinematographer in a documentary, and doing my best to make Melania look visually beautiful with the lighting. One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you're trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps' apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there's an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. It's important to make them look as good as possible, too. That's part of your job, or our job. So is that because you don't believe the accusations, or because you think that it's time to move on? I don't know. I'm not informed about the accusations. I wasn't there. I wasn't present, but I know his personality. I know his character. I can't tell because I wasn't there, and he might've made some mistakes, but he's a very good guy at heart. He's a very generous and human kind of person. You told the Times that Brett "made some mistakes." Has he told you that he made mistakes? No. No. No. Isaac, no. All I'm saying is that I worked with him twelve hours, fifteen hours, a day, and then everybody went their own way. Our age difference is wide. I could be his father. I read that Roman Polanski is a father figure to him. So that role might already be filled. There are a lot of people who feel affection for Brett. Yeah, yeah. Because he's a good kid. [In 2007's Paris-based "Rush Hour 3," Ratner gave a cameo to Polanski, who had fled to France after being accused of anally and vaginally raping a thirteen-year-old. He was later accused of sexually assaulting other teen-agers, which he denies. In the cameo, Polanski has a comic scene where he prepares to do an anal-cavity search of Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker.]
February 1, 2026 at 11:20 PM
absolutely-not.bsky.social
q: hey come over i have this sweet wine in my basement
a: sure i love wine, you can get fucked up on it
q: you know who's about to get fucked up?
a: me, i love wine
q: that's right
a: it's so cool that we're both masons
You and I are two journalists talking, essentially. Yeah. So, I mean, to me, the experience was about, yes, being a reporter-being a cinematographer in a documentary, and doing my best to make Melania look visually beautiful with the lighting. One thing reporters try to do is to spotlight ideas or news stories, and what you're trying to do is spotlight her face and its beauty. I do see a real similarity there. Yeah. We were trying to do the best we could. Again, as I told you, I was the guy with a camera, with a couple of assistants in the Trumps' apartment when they came back to the White House at night. So there's an interview with Melania at that point, and we organized the lights in the best possible way. It's important to make them look as good as possible, too. That's part of your job, or our job. It's not about making them look as good as possible. It is about making them look as they are without having anything that is distinctively not nice or proper.
February 1, 2026 at 10:57 PM
bretdevereaux.bsky.social
A reader (who wished to remain anonymous for reasons of naturalization status) passed along to me their version of a Battle Hymn of Minneapolis, which I now share with you.

'Tis, as they say, a banger.
justpaste.it/battle-hymn-...
Lyrics, reading, "My eyes have seen the glory of the city that won’t fall, Seen it shelter in its bosom hunted children, big and small; I have seen the hunters pushed back and spat on in front of all, The city's standing strong. Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, The city's standing strong. George, roused from gentle slumber by his vine and his fig tree, Saw fresh tyrants threaten terror, ached to call out for a steed, Then he saw that Minneapolis held firm in thought and deed, And proudly he smiled on. Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, So proudly he smiled on. As Abe stood deep in grieving by the million Union men, Voiceless now to move the living to beat evil back again, The songs of Minnesota soothed his soul with their refrain— Friend Abe, they carry on. Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Yes, Abe, they carry on." Song lyrics, reading, "At the Hall of Heroes’ entrance Martin stood twice in two weeks There to welcome the new martyrs with tears running down his cheeks, And he told them “Lay your burdens at your brethren’s tireless feet, For, look, they carry on.” Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Yes, still they carry on. In the whirlwind stand two women who well know their time is here: One is blind, the other bloodied, yet they know no pain nor fear; One holds sword and one holds flame—their blazing promise perseveres: For all they shall stand strong. Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory, hallelujah, By them we shall stand strong."
January 31, 2026 at 4:10 PM
tshackddegen.bsky.social
Thanks for hosting and to @ahsum-spy-d.bsky.social for the tag :3 I'm Tshack, a fellow sufferer easing the pain through drawing and writing weird porn and the occasional silliness. Here is some of my fav arts and smut (alt text)
Errai drops down on the bed. "Common bring those pretty girl cunts!" She exclaimed. Cynthia gave a silent smile and claimed on Errai's face, while Penci approached Errai's throbbing dick. "You know, I've never taken a horse cock before." she said before raising herself to sit on it, as Errai started repeatedly pushing her tongue against Cynthia's cunt. "Fuck, this feels good.." Cynthia said under her breath. Penci sits on Errai and her eyes shoot wide open. "O-oh~" she staggered, feeling it inside her, stretching her guts, was so good and it was only 2/3. "Heh, I don't think my box is deep enough to fit the whole thing, but I can work with this." She starts grinding her hips. Errai stops her thrusts. "What are you gonna do n- Ahh~" Cynthia's attempt to speak is interrupted by Errai's tongue thrusting inside her slit. "Oh, t-that's- AAHh~" she lets out an ear-piercing squirm of pleasure as Errai's tongue reaches to the end of her uterus and Errai start once again stimulating her with folds of Errai's tongue. Penci is gently sliding on Errai's cock. "You two didn't forget about me, did you?". She starts bouncing, slowly at first, but quickly speeds up. The feeling of Errai's dick grinding against her insides filling her brain with good chems. Errai grunts. She grabs Penci by the hips with her lower arms, and tightens her grip on Cynthia. Cynthia is flooded with stimulation as Errai's tongue pounds her, while rubbing her clit. Errai shoves her cock deeper inside Penci, Penci's mind goes blank, her eyes drift forward as her mouth opens, her tongue sticking out slightly. Errai keeps up the pace, both Penci and Cynthia feeling themselves getting closer to the edge. And as if written by a nocturnal girlfaliure with nothing better to do with her life, all three orgasm at once. Penci shakes with pleasure as Errai's cock throbs inside her, floding her with cum. Cynthia lets out a series of staggered moans, as Errai's tongue gets covered in squirt So many stimulations at once. Your hands tied behind your back, your legs fixed in a bent position. Beads in your ass, vibrator in your cooch, a strap fixed to you, The gag firmly locked in your mouth, the blind fold over your eyes denying you sight and the pumps over your nips slowly sucking your milk. And that's not even the best part. You are scaffolding for a beautiful machine, its arms and legs an extending where your limbs would be, if they weren't tied. You can feel it penetrating who you assume to be a beautiful woman. All the stimulation sensed by the strap gets sent right to you, each thrust causing the devices inside you to make you flutter with pleasure. It speed up. The devices' rhythmic pulses turn into constant stimulation, the suction cups start milking harder, you can feel them getting you closer to the edge. And just like that you bust. Pleasure overruns your frame. Your eyes shot open, but are met with darkness. Your mouth tries to moan, but it's muffled by the gag. Your body tries shaking with pleasure, but it's restrained by the bondage. You are fully drained, but it doesn't stop, fully apathetic to you. You can't take any more of this, but you're given it regardless. Soon enough your mind gets hazy. As the machine keeps overstimulating you, all your thought melt into one single word. more more more more more more more more more more.. You lay down. Scrap smiles at you. "You look way better with your fat, ridable cock out :3" she says, as she starts crawling towards you. She grabs your cock and puts it in her mouth. You feel her tongue twisting around your shaft, making it twitch. She raises her head slightly. her tongue swirls around your tip, as her hand strokes your base. Your cock hardens. She shoves it deeper. Your tip grinds against the back of her throat, as her tongue twists around your shaft's base. She takes your cock out of her mouth. "Now for I'm gonna lube you up a little, ait :3". You's unsure how she pronounced ":3" out loud. She moves closer pushing her clit up to your cock, and puts your cock inside her. She grind her hips a couple of times, and stands up. She turns her ass towards you. Grabs your balls with her paw, gently stimulating them with her toes, as she wraps her tail around your cock. She starts slow, with rhythmic stimulations. She speeds up, you starts feeling hazy. She speeds up further. The rhythmic stimulations blend into a single stream of stimulation. You feels your self getting closer to the edge. And before you knows it, you busts. Pleasure washes over you. Her tail slows down, as your cock throbs and a drizzle of cum drips out. As your breast leaks a little bit of milk. She cuddles up to you. "Let me know when you catch your breath, I still have a cunt that need some friction~" Someone gave an idea to a guy with too much money, and now there's a skyscraper looking like a barbed dildo. And Mothra, who just so happen to be there was feeling a bit hot and bothered. She cautiously hovers over the building and lowers herself. The tip touches her lower pair of lips, and worms it's way in (worms lol). She drops. The dildo gets thrusted deep inside her. A ripple of pleasure runs through her. She puts her hands behind her head, and starts slowly grinding her hips, as a quiet moan escapes her maw. The grinding speeds up. "Oh, yes~" Suddenly she stops and looks up at the sky, her body shuttering and a little squirt covering the dildo. She slightly rises her hips, and again drops, again, and again, and again. Each rib grazing her insides as she bounces. This feels amazing. Small drizzles of milk leak from her two pairs of tits. She looks down noticing herself lactating. "This is so hot~" She speeds up. Her breasts beautifully bouncing as milk droplets fly and more squirt covers the dildo. She feels the thrusts getting more and more pleasurable, until the last one takes her over the edge. Her body shakes with pleasure, as her eyes roll back, her breast spray milk and the dildo get covered in the final wave of squirt. And there she sits, glassy eyed, staring up. Exhausted and wishing for nothing more
January 25, 2026 at 11:50 PM
kiraelric.bsky.social
Sky's Call - Part 9
written with @expressionbean.bsky.social

Tuulta -> Sielu // written by Aven
Tuli -> Sinfonia / Varjo // written by me

#oc #oclore #ocsky #writing #worldbuilding

** there's a little bit more
He doesn't get the time to figure the weight in his chest out, but then again he almost never does in these situations. He'll get it later. Alone. Later. Not here. Nobody needs to know. He allows himself only enough time to crack his fingers while he tries to steel his nerves again. Varjo has him. Varjo is good. Varjo won't let anything happen to him. "I wouldn't..." he starts, letting the words hang in the air between them as he considers what he's about to say. There's no gentle way to explain this. There's never been a gentle way to explain much of anything to Tuli. Not when everything he usually explains is a lot less than good news. Never has he stood in front of her with anything she'd want to hear. He's gone from telling her about Sitruuna to letting her know her toddler had heart issues to explaining anaphylaxis to her in a hospital waiting room and not even once could he figure out how to not crush her. At the same time, he can't make himself comfort her with a lie or a promise he can't keep either. That would only hurt her twice should it turn out badly. Better to be honest, but that doesn't make it any less difficult. "I really can't say he's alright, no. Somebody somehow had to have slipped blue Mist into something he ate or took or maybe drank, which mixed and made green. It's cleared out now and he's obviously still solid but... I can't really speak for how recovery will go given his other health issues. I can say we're watching him closely and I personally will not let anyone I don't trust with my own life have their hands in his care right now. Not with how close this was. I'm glad Sielu found him when he did." "She's not gone far," Sielu says from the bathroom doorway, blanket in-hand for wrapping him up with if he wants it. "She's just right outside the door. I can hear her and she'll be right back. Please let Varjo help, okei?" So you don't fade. You can't. He shuffles further into the bathroom, kneeling next to both of them. Whether he's a comfort or not is probably up for debate, but at least he can help keep a hold of Sinfonia if the poor man decides to try and run. Not that he has much strength to run with, but he can't be too sure. "Look, I brought you a blanket and fixed up your nest for you so it's all comfy. Do you want to lay in it?" He - Tuulta says - a lot of things and most of the time when Triini gets sick they're never good, but they're also never this bad. He keeps saying it was close and someone had to slip her son Blue Mist and then it got into something he ate or drank or medicine he took and it turned the mist in his blood and lungs green. And that's why he got so sick. Someone couldn't have done that on purpose could they? Triini doesn't do anything. He doesn't bother anyone. He's secluded in his room most of the time or buried nose deep into a book. Triini doesn't bother - anyone or anything. He's more anti-social than he's ever been except for Sielu - he's always talking about him and swooning over him in her office or over mid-day meal. He - Sielu found him - probably because Triini wasn't there for Usva this morning. Thank Tiamat. Tears are welling up in her eyes as she thinks about it. Thinks about the idea that she could have just lost her little boy. She can't lose him and before there's any time to react, she's reaching forward to sob into Tuulta's shoulder. She can be a composed mother in a second, but she needs to get this out now so Triini doesn't see her cry. ⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ He does want Varjo to touch him but his thrashing stops when Sielu enters and he only starts and listens. He's standing there with one of the fluffy blankets from his nest. He says that he can hear Mother and that she's just out the door and its in moments like this that he damns his own horns again. These stupid useless short - He's so frustrated and he didn't want to get stuck with a needle today, much less so many times. He's hot and he's tired and he's cold all at the same time. He doesn't know if he feels so damp because Kummisetä just pulled him out of the bath or if he's sweating through his shirt. Does he want to lay in his nest? Yes it's the only thing he's wanted all night but he couldn't find the strength to get up off the floor. Yes he wants to lay in his nest but not alone. He feels like hot garbage and he's a messy motion of crying and reaching and nodding. He doesn't care if they were arguing three days ago. He doesn't care if that damn woman told him to stay away from Sielu. Sielu is all he wants. He just wants to lay in his nest and lay next to Sielu and sleep. "I - " Varjo is doing his best to hold him steady but he doesn't want him. "I - I don't want you. Let me go." "Sitriini please." "I want Sielu. I don't want you." He could care less about being anxious or shy right now. The only thing he can think about is laying in bed and actually getting sleep. Varjo is sighing and finally releasing his hold on him, enough for that crumbled mess of a man to tumble forward and cling to the other musician like a lifeline. "You heard him, Sielu. Can you please take him to go lay down?"
January 25, 2026 at 10:42 PM
tshackddegen.bsky.social
Hi, Octo! Thanks to @darkroigh.bsky.social for the tag :3 And I wishes yall a good #OPSinfulSunday. In case you doesn't know me, I'm Tshack, a fellow sufferer easing the pain through drawing and writing weird porn and the occasional silliness. Erotica in alt text of first three :3
Errai drops down on the bed. "Common bring those pretty girl cunts!" She exclaimed. Cynthia gave a silent smile and claimed on Errai's face, while Penci approached Errai's throbbing dick. "You know, I've never taken a horse cock before." she said before raising herself to sit on it, as Errai started repeatedly pushing her tongue against Cynthia's cunt. "Fuck, this feels good.." Cynthia said under her breath. Penci sits on Errai and her eyes shoot wide open. "O-oh~" she staggered, feeling it inside her, stretching her guts, was so good and it was only 2/3. "Heh, I don't think my box is deep enough to fit the whole thing, but I can work with this." She starts grinding her hips. Errai stops her thrusts. "What are you gonna do n- Ahh~" Cynthia's attempt to speak is interrupted by Errai's tongue thrusting inside her slit. "Oh, t-that's- AAHh~" she lets out an ear-piercing squirm of pleasure as Errai's tongue reaches to the end of her uterus and Errai start once again stimulating her with folds of Errai's tongue. Penci is gently sliding on Errai's cock. "You two didn't forget about me, did you?". She starts bouncing, slowly at first, but quickly speeds up. The feeling of Errai's dick grinding against her insides filling her brain with good chems. Errai grunts. She grabs Penci by the hips with her lower arms, and tightens her grip on Cynthia. Cynthia is flooded with stimulation as Errai's tongue pounds her, while rubbing her clit. Errai shoves her cock deeper inside Penci, Penci's mind goes blank, her eyes drift forward as her mouth opens, her tongue sticking out slightly. Errai keeps up the pace, both Penci and Cynthia feeling themselves getting closer to the edge. And as if written by a nocturnal girlfaliure with nothing better to do with her life, all three orgasm at once. Penci shakes with pleasure as Errai's cock throbs inside her, floding her with cum. Cynthia lets out a series of staggered moans, as Errai's tongue gets covered in squirt Someone gave an idea to a guy with too much money, and now there's a skyscraper looking like a barbed dildo. And Mothra, who just so happen to be there was feeling a bit hot and bothered. She cautiously hovers over the building and lowers herself. The tip touches her lower pair of lips, and worms it's way in (worms lol). She drops. The dildo gets thrusted deep inside her. A ripple of pleasure runs through her. She puts her hands behind her head, and starts slowly grinding her hips, as a quiet moan escapes her maw. The grinding speeds up. "Oh, yes~" Suddenly she stops and looks up at the sky, her body shuttering and a little squirt covering the dildo. She slightly rises her hips, and again drops, again, and again, and again. Each rib grazing her insides as she bounces. This feels amazing. Small drizzles of milk leak from her two pairs of tits. She looks down noticing herself lactating. "This is so hot~" She speeds up. Her breasts beautifully bouncing as milk droplets fly and more squirt covers the dildo. She feels the thrusts getting more and more pleasurable, until the last one takes her over the edge. Her body shakes with pleasure, as her eyes roll back, her breast spray milk and the dildo get covered in the final wave of squirt. And there she sits, glassy eyed, staring up. Exhausted and wishing for nothing more So many stimulations at once. Your hands tied behind your back, your legs fixed in a bent position. Beads in your ass, vibrator in your cooch, a strap fixed to you, The gag firmly locked in your mouth, the blind fold over your eyes denying you sight and the pumps over your nips slowly sucking your milk. And that's not even the best part. You are scaffolding for a beautiful machine, its arms and legs an extending where your limbs would be, if they weren't tied. You can feel it penetrating who you assume to be a beautiful woman. All the stimulation sensed by the strap gets sent right to you, each thrust causing the devices inside you to make you flutter with pleasure. It speed up. The devices' rhythmic pulses turn into constant stimulation, the suction cups start milking harder, you can feel them getting you closer to the edge. And just like that you bust. Pleasure overruns your frame. Your eyes shot open, but are met with darkness. Your mouth tries to moan, but it's muffled by the gag. Your body tries shaking with pleasure, but it's restrained by the bondage. You are fully drained, but it doesn't stop, fully apathetic to you. You can't take any more of this, but you're given it regardless. Soon enough your mind gets hazy. As the machine keeps overstimulating you, all your thought melt into one single word. more more more more more more more more more more..
January 25, 2026 at 3:19 PM
katamaridumassy.bsky.social
I submitted a complaint to the BBC about its coverage of the latest ICE shooting, not that I think it will do much good
Please enter your complaint, and please don't add personal details such as your name, email or phone number in this field - we'll ask you for those at the next stage The BBC's coverage of the latest ICE shooting in Minneapolis has been very poor. The live tracker of events on the BBC's live newsfeed is giving undue prominence to objectively false statements being issued by US officials. Of particular concern is the analysis of David Willis (North America Correspondent), entitled 'Shooting today again becomes a subject of sharply contradictory narratives.’ Willis states “City leaders spoke of six masked agents pummelling a local man before shooting him multiple times and Leaving him dead on the street." Since we the street." Since we have video evidence of this, we know this to be true. However, Willis then follows this statement with "Homeland Security officials maintain the man approached them brandishing a semiautomatic handgun, and that a border patrol agent fired in self-defence after attempts to disarm the man had failed." Since we have video evidence of this, we know this to be untrue. At no point does Willis point out the veracity of either statement. He instead plays the two off each other, as if they're both equally valid, and this is merely a matter of differing opinion. It is not. As a news outlet, it not. As a news outlet, it is the BBC's job to report the objective facts, not to be a mouthpiece for the lies of any government. This is poor journalism. It would be useful for the BBC to point out that what government officials are saying contradicts what the recorded evidence shows. Do you require a response to your complaint? Yes
January 25, 2026 at 11:03 AM
sharlayandropout.bsky.social
G'raha first proposed to Zef the night before the Scions parted after EW; a promise to bind them as his path took him back to Sharlayan, where she couldn't bring herself to follow.

A thread with snips and poses from a very old (and rough 😅) fic that I *will* redraft and finish someday! #zeflore 🧵⬇️
Breathing deeply, resolved, Zefiris looked up to meet his gaze. 'So yes, I think you should go and rebuild the Students of Baldesion with Krile. Go and do something that only G'raha Tia can do.' Guilt stabbed at him, and gratitude. What in seven hells am I doing, to even contemplate leaving her side? 'You might come with us,' he offered softly; a faint, futile plea. 'You have the Echo, after all, one of the very reasons the organisation was founded. None would gainsay you if you wished to...' Even as he started, she was shaking her head. ‘Do I, though? Have the Echo anymore, or any of it? I don’t know. But that’s not the point, really. I’d only draw attention, and be a distraction besides. And…' She hesitated, squaring up to a foe she couldn't yet defeat, eventually sighing its name. 'I’ll come to you whenever I can, but I can’t live in Sharlayan, Raha. I just can’t.’ There it was, then. They too would go their separate ways, for a while at least. For a long moment, they say quietly side by side, letting their worlds realign around this new circumstance, the low chill of the fear of change subsiding into acceptance. It was G’raha who eventually broke the silence.‘Very well. If we are to be parted, then all the more reason for me to say what I brought you here to say.’ Closing his eyes, he tried to summon some of the courage that had fired in him as he watched her on the dancefloor, moments or lifetimes before; that weighted sense of inevitability which had spurred him on. You must do this now, and not miss your chance. (Continued on next screen) ‘I know that I have asked much and more of you, over and over, since I summoned you to the First . I know that every promise I have extracted from you has come at a great cost to you, regardless of the outcome; and yet even now you put my selfish wants before your own. I know that I have caused you a deal of worry time and again, in situations when I was well aware you were already struggling. And…I’d like to make amends, if I can.' He reached for her hand, gently clasping her curled fingers with his own. 'That is...if you’ll permit me, I would like to make a promise to you, for a change. A very important one.’ Zefiris watched him: eyes gentle, whole body tensed. Waiting. The illustration shows G'raha sitting beside Zefiris, her hands in his; with his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed, he speaks earnestly to her.
January 24, 2026 at 12:25 AM
kimberleybsb.bsky.social
This message is for #PrivateBonespurs because he is the most repugnant, repulsive, hateful, stupid, selfish, disgusting, dishonest, gelatinous being on this planet. He wouldn’t know courage if it slapped him in the face.

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Text: Cala 50501 Canada 3h • 6 Nancy Unfiltered-... • Join Nancy MCClure • 4h • 6 These words were spoken by the President of the United States. "We've never needed them, we have never really asked anything of them. They'll say they sent some troops to Afghanistan, or this or that, and they did, they stayed a little back, a little off the front lines." I don't use this language casually, but this statement is vile. Of all the reckless, ignorant, and cruel things Donald Trump has said over the years, this one has landed the hardest for me. Not because it is shocking, but because it erases sacrifice. It dismisses service, and he does so with the confidence of someone who does not understand war, coalition warfare, or the people who carry its consequences for the rest of their lives. Text: My readers have heard this before, but l am going to say it again, because context matters. Military service is not abstract in my family. My grandfather fought in the trenches of the First World War and was gassed at Ypres. He never truly recovered and died young as a result. My father was a pilot during the Second World War. My son serves today and his formal military education is in Military History and Strategic Warfare, which means I do not rely on slogans or soundbites when I speak about conflict. I rely on someone trained to understand how wars are actually fought. A different close family member, my nephew, served in Afghanistan. So when someone who has never borne this weight speaks so casually, I hear erasure. If anyone wants to pretend Canada "stood back," let's begin with a war that actually had a front line. In the First World War, Text: Canada suffered approximately 66,000 deaths and 172,000 wounded from a population of just eight million people. The United States, which entered the war in 1917, sustained roughly 117,000 deaths, about 53,000 of them in combat, and approximately 204,000 wounded, from a population of around 100 million. Yes, the United States entered later. That matters but so does this. Canada's losses were disproportionately high relative to its population. That is not the record of a country standing back. That is the record of a country carrying extraordinary weight. In the Second World War, the United States suffered higher total casualties than Canada because it mobilized a vastly larger force. The U.S. recorded over 418,500 military deaths. Canada lost more than 45,000 service members. But again, proportion matters. Roughly ten percent of Canada's entire Text: population served. Juno Beach is not symbolic, nor is Dieppe theoretical. These were not supporting roles. They were central to the conflict. And then there is Afghanistan, where Trump's claim collapses entirely. Afghanistan did not have a front line. It was an asymmetric, fragmented war, and that is precisely why the accusation that Canada "stayed back" is so dishonest. After September 11, NATO invoked Article 5 for the first time in its history. An attack on one was recognized as an attack on all. Canada did not hesitate. Canadian forces were deployed, embedded, and trusted. They operated alongside American and allied troops in some of the most dangerous regions of the conflict. Per capita, Canada suffered among the highest casualty rates of any NATO country.
January 23, 2026 at 11:20 PM
coughdrop.bsky.social
thank you for sharing your experiences, it reminded me of this doc i wrote 5 years ago with nothing but venom in my heart
Any given episode of Ultraman Leo (At the sports club) Little kid: I wanna succeed at (athletic feat) so that my (family member) is proud of me! Gen: I’m cheering you on! (Literal smash cut) Gen: Oh hey, (little kid’s family member)! (An alien appears and punches little kid’s family member to death. Gen does literally nothing to stop it.) Gen: Oh no! (Cut to the little kid crying at the hospital) Little kid: I’m sad because I’m an orphan! Gen: (looks forlorn) Narrator: Gen was sad because he remembered he was also an orphan. (Cut to Gen alone at the base) Gen: It’s so sad how that kid’s an orphan now. (Dan, our hero Ultraseven, walks in) Dan: You fool. You absolute fucking cretin. (Beats him to shit with his cane) (Cut to the alien attacking again. MAC moves out to attack) Gen: (Gets beat to shit by the alien’s super laser piss) Alien: (Fires its super laser piss at an innocent bystander) Little kid: Oh no! That was my OTHER one remaining family member! (Cut to little kid sulking. Gen walks up to them) Little kid: I have nothing to live for now. Gen: Don’t worry! I promise to personally murder that alien not out of any desire to protect people but simply to carry out cold blooded revenge. You know, like an Ultraman does! Little kid: You can’t possibly beat that alien! You’re a trash MC! (Cut to Gen and Dan at MAC base) Dan: (beats Gen to shit with his cane again) You can’t defeat that alien without learning to counter its super laser piss. That’s why we have this piss machine that will piss on you so you can train. Gen: Yes, sir. (Dan activates the piss machine. Gen proceeds to spend the next 5 on-screen minutes performing karate punches on the stream of piss.) MAC radios: Bee-bee-beep! The alien’s back and it’s giant now! Gen: We have to go help! Dan: If you dare to leave this base without overcoming the laser piss machine first I will kick your dead mother. (5 agonizing minutes of MAC vehicles getting fucked by the alien, intercut with footage of Gen crying and punching the stream of piss. Somehow he manages to visibly injure himself twice in the process. Eventually he does some bullshit backflip move and the stream of piss completely dissipates or something.) Gen: I’ve got it! (Gen runs to where the alien is and transforms into Ultraman Leo.) Alien: (Fires its super laser piss) Leo: (Does not do his counter move and just tanks it) Alien: (Fires its super laser piss) Leo: (Does not do his counter move and just tanks it) (This goes on for 2 minutes and 30 seconds before Leo finally fucking does the counter move we spent 10 minutes watching him learn and the alien dies) (Smash cut to the sports center) Little kid: (does the athletic feat) Sports club staff: Wow! We’re so proud of you! Little kid: Thanks! It’s all thanks to Gen taking cold-blooded revenge in my name! :D Gen: :D The end
January 23, 2026 at 7:11 AM
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ICE is even losing the support of homeschoolers because they're terrorizing everyone in Minnesota

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This past Thursday, a homeschool mother wrote to us from Minneapolis: “I am Asian and a US citizen. Whatever you’ve heard on the news, it’s worse. ICE is targeting people here based on their skin color. My husband is white, and he ran several errands for me this week…I try not to go anywhere alone…I carry a copy of my passport everywhere.” She's not being paranoid. The Supreme Court now allows ICE agents to detain people based on skin color or their accent, and high-ranking commanders have freely admitted to doing just that. She continues: “I dropped my son off at a homeschool art class today, and left a copy of his passport with the staff at the front desk. They nodded, said ‘of course,’ and didn't ask any questions. This is the world we live in now.” News stories from Minneapolis tell of schools being raided, with students and teachers pepper-sprayed and tackled, and parents grabbed out of the car-line by masked men. This mother is afraid. She begs us to shed light on what is happening. We care about our customers. We care about all homeschooling families. We care about families, period. How has this nation come to the point where a mom or a child can be detained simply because of the color of their skin? Keep reading. This gets worse. On January 9, 2026, the official DHS social media accounts posted an ICE recruitment poster, showing a cowboy and a stealth bomber, with the large caption “We’ll have our home again” and encouraging recruits to sign up for ICE. “We’ll have our home again” is a lyric well-known in white-supremacist circles; it’s a battle-song calling for white nationalists to kick out the foreigners. In case there was any doubt, the DHS Instagram post played the audio of the song. That same day, U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services announced that thousands of refugees who had been heavily vetted, and had come here legally to flee war and persecution, are being “reevaluated” and possibly deported. This “reevaluation” turns out to mean: “Heavily armed, masked men (some of them with minimal training) will surround your house and break down your door.” Dozens of these families have been arrested violently with no warning. Refugee-resettlement charities in Minneapolis report that, quote: “despite being legal residents, they fear being targeted if they go to work, to the grocery store, to worship. Their children’s schools are shuttered and local businesses have closed. ICE is even demanding that their landlords inform on them” (Statement from Refugees International, 1/15/26). The government flies these people from Minnesota to detention centers in Texas, where no one speaks their language, and their relatives cannot find them. What’s the goal of all this, besides gratuitous cruelty? It’s absolutely not about “getting rid of the worst of the worst.” DHS’s own statistics show that the vast majority of ICE detainees have no serious criminal records, or even no criminal records at all. Rather, it appears to be in the service of a much more insidious goal: to get rid of nonwhite residents of the US—legal or not. While this isn't what the majority of voters from EITHER party want, a hard core of extremists are pushing it. Does that seem paranoid? We wanted to think so, but the evidence leads us there. If what you’ve read so far seems not to lead to that conclusion, consider this: On December 31st, 2025, the official social media accounts of the Department of Homeland Security posted an image of a beautiful, tranquil beach, with the caption: “America after 100 million deportations.” 100 million is far more, six or seven times more, than even the highest estimate of illegal immigrants. 100 million is the non-white population of the United States. As parents and educators, we believe that every child deserves to be free from fear at school and at home. As citizens of a constitutional republic, we reject unaccountable paramilitaries and the trampling of rights. As human beings whose religious and civil founding documents tell us that our Creator endows each person with unalienable rights, we utterly condemn racism. Surely a great nation can enforce its immigration laws without terrorizing the innocent, without playing with racial hatred like a child with a lit match, and without brutality toward our neighbors. NOTES Sources are in our top comment below. We’ll leave the comments open for now, if people can keep the discussion civil, but we will not tolerate abusive language, whataboutism, or subject-changing. Yes, we have fact-checked every single statement in this post. Because we know from disappointing experience that this will come up: nothing in this post endorses or excuses any crime committed by any immigrant (or citizen), or implies that we do not care about the rights of people who have been harmed by immigrants (or citizens!).
January 22, 2026 at 2:55 AM
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January 21, 2026 at 1:23 PM