An old Swede that I worked for when I was about 19 passed this tidbit on to me. When you work for somebody, you are aware of every time that they screw you over. They are only aware of about 10% of the times that you return the favor.

👀 🎖️The Nazis in Hogan's Heroes were played by Jewish actors who had escaped the Nazis. One of the prisoners had survived a real concentration camp. Hogan's Heroes ran on CBS from 1965 to 1971, a comedy set in a German POW camp. Millions of viewers laughed at bumbling Colonel Klink and Sergeant Schultz. Few knew who was behind the uniforms. Werner Klemperer, who played Klink, was born in Germany. His father was the famous conductor Otto Klemperer, and the family left for America in 1933, the year Hitler took power. Werner accepted the role on one condition: Klink would be a fool who never succeeded. John Banner, Schultz, was a Jewish actor who had fled Austria. And Robert Clary, who played the French prisoner LeBeau, had been in Buchenwald. He was deported as a teenager and carried the camp tattoo on his arm for the rest of his life. Most of his family who were sent to Auschwitz never came back. Klemperer won two Emmys for the role. For six years, the men the Nazis tried to destroy made them the joke.

The middle class is the most expensive place to live, and no one talks about it. Lower income households get assistance. The wealthy use tax strategies and loopholes. But the middle class pays full taxes, full tuition, full healthcare, full everything. So you work 50 hours a week just to stay in the same place and fund everyone's life except yours.

Telling an eighty-year-old woman to "check the portal" for serious biopsy results is cruelty disguised as digital efficiency. My 82-year-old aunt had a lung biopsy done two weeks ago. The doctor told her they’d have the pathology report ready within five business days. Friday afternoon rolled around. No call. She dialed the clinic’s main desk, her voice shaking with anxiety. The receptionist cut her off before she could finish explaining: “Doctor doesn’t give results over the phone anymore. All lab findings are automatically released to your MyChart patient portal.” My aunt said, “Sweetheart, I don’t have a computer. I have a landline on my kitchen wall. Can the doctor just tell me if I have cancer?” The receptionist sighed into the receiver: “It’s hospital network policy. We can’t bypass the portal. You’ll have to have a family member create an account and view the file.” My aunt spent an entire seventy-two-hour weekend sitting in her recliner, gripping her reading glasses, convinced she was dying. I drove out to her house on Monday morning, set up a profile on my laptop, and pulled up the records. The result was benign. The pathology report had been uploaded four days earlier. A doctor spent three minutes clicking an upload button, and an elderly woman endured four days of sheer psychological terror because the hospital decided a phone call was too expensive. Since when did delivering medical news become a self-service task?

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To the father at the farmers market who pointed at my Rottweiler today and told his little boy, “Stay back. Those dogs can turn on you.” You saw her size. You saw the heavy scar across her face. But you didn’t see the lives she saved. Her name is Sadie, and she spent six long years working beside my husband on an urban search-and-rescue team. She didn’t learn gentleness in a clean backyard; she forged it in the absolute dark of human disasters. When a violent tornado destroyed an elementary school, Sadie crawled beneath shifting, unstable concrete debris. She refused to move, barking until firefighters began digging and found two small children trapped underneath. Both were still alive because she refused to give up on them. Years later, an apartment building collapsed after a gas explosion. Shattered glass cut Sadie’s face as she searched through the burning wreckage, but she kept working through the pain until she located an elderly woman buried beneath a staircase. That scar you noticed on her muzzle today wasn’t left by a vicious fight. It is the permanent mark of her devotion to us. She is retired now. Her joints are slower, and her face is graying, but her protective soul remains absolute. I don’t know how many more seasons I’ll have with her, but I know she spent her entire life protecting strangers who will never know her name. We don’t need a flawless appearance to be worthy of love. Sometimes, the most beautiful hearts carry the deepest scars. If Sadie’s legacy touched your heart, save this post and share it to your Stories to honor the senior heroes who gave everything for us.

A sixteen-year-old boy came home with a new Chevrolet Avalanche and his parents began to yell and scream, "Where did you get that truck?!" He calmly told them, "I bought it today." "With what money?" demanded his parents. They knew what a Chevrolet Avalanche cost. "Well," said the boy, "this one cost me just fifteen dollars." So the parents began to yell even louder. "Who would sell a truck like that for fifteen dollars?" they said. "It was the lady up the street," said the boy. I don"t know her name - they just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Chevrolet Avalanche for fifteen dollars." "Oh my Goodness!," moaned the mother, "she must be a child abuser. Who knows what she will do next? John, you go right up there and see what"s going on." So the boy"s father walked up the street to the house where the lady lived and found her out in the yard calmly planting petunias! He introduced himself as the father of the boy to whom she had sold a new Chevrolet Avalanche for fifteen dollars and demanded to know why she did it. "Well," she said, "this morning I got a phone call from my husband. "I thought he was on a business trip, but learned from a friend he had run off to Hawaii with his mistress and really doesn’t intend to come back." "He claimed he was stranded and needed cash, and asked me to sell his new Chevrolet Avalanche and send him the money. So I did."

For many Americans, an extra hour of daylight means more time to play outside with their kids, walk their dog, or spend time with neighbors. Americans work hard, and they deserve more free time to enjoy all the outdoors has to offer. It’s time to pass my Sunshine Protection Act they can enjoy every ounce of sunshine!

The Penis Poem My nookie days are over, my pilot light is out. What used to be my sex appeal is now my water spout! Time was when, on its own, from my trousers it would spring. But now it’s just a full time job to find the fucking thing. It use to be embarrassing the way it would behave, for every single morning it would stand and watch me shave! Now as old age approaches, It sure gives me the blues, to see it hang its little head and watch me tie my shoes!

Should you have to show ID in order to vote in elections?

QUIT YOUR BITCHING!!!!!! Grandpa didn’t have a $90 month internet bill, a $130 phone bill, seven app subscriptions at $72 month, an Amazon addiction for $200 month, he didn’t have Netflix, Paramount or HBO for another $112 month and his haircuts didn’t need a ‘stylist’! I’m worn out hearing people moan, “Our grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!” Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasn’t dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret — but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes. And Grandma wasn’t “out to brunch.” You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whatever’s left in the fridge and feeding six people with it. Don’t even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner. Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said “Korea, 1951,” and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes. And the kids—Lord help us. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t. You’re handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush. When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, “Get off, I need to make a call!” And guess what? We lived. The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story. Now there’s a flat screen in every room, the baby’s got an iPad, the dog’s got a camera, and everyone’s wondering why they can’t afford rent. Because you’re living like rock stars on retail salaries, that’s why. Grandpa wasn’t leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called “Green Zen Awakening.” He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work. They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday — that’s what they had. They weren’t keeping up with the Joneses; they were keeping the lights on. So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard. Nowadays, everyone’s broke, anxious, and “manifesting abundance” while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week. It’s not the economy — it’s the lifestyle. Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll smell the truth. Yes I copied this....even added to it. It’s truth....God is Good, God is Great, I thank HIM for this day AMEN. You want to bitch live like we’re suppose to live! Politicians didn’t do this to us, we the people did this too ourselves! They capitalized on laziness! Stolen post but I love it

I was told in the 90s in high school in Indiana that Social Security would not be a thing when I retired. My husband was told the same in New York. By Boomers. So guess what we did? We did our best to plan our retirement excluding SS. For the past 30 years. We developed other retirement plans. We found other streams. It’s not perfect and it’s not fail-proof but it should keep us alive, pretty comfortable, and not a burden on our kids, even if we need full time care. Apparently, the Boomers did not take their own advice. That is no one’s fault but their own. And I don’t think many Xers and Millennials will be considering their lack of planning as our current emergency come voting day. Y’all had DECADES of power to fix it. I don’t wanna hear the crying now.

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Name one policy that Democrats are running on this November other than STOP TRUMP I doubt you can

Should it be illegal for the government to ever borrow from Social Security again?

A graphic designer on my team quit her job this week after calculating her real take-home pay. She was earning $58,000 a year. Her partner earns $65,000. They have one toddler in full-time daycare. Her annual gross income: $58,000. After taxes and benefits: ~$41,000. Annual local daycare cost: $22,800. Commuting, gas, and work wardrobe: ~$4,500. Net annual cash contribution to her family for working 2,000 hours a year? $13,700. That comes out to $6.85 an hour. She looked at her balance sheet and said: "I am spending 40 hours a week away from my kid to earn fast-food pocket change after systemic expenses." We built an economy where maintaining a mid-tier career as a second earner barely covers the cost of working.

If illegals aren't voting, why do they care if ICE is at the polling places?

People love saying, “Make the rich pay more taxes” Okay. Let’s look at the other side of the equation. Someone earning $200K can easily send tens of thousands to the IRS. Someone earning $30K might pay very little in federal income tax after deductions and credits. The higher earner is already contributing dramatically more in actual dollars. So before arguing about who should pay another $10K… Maybe ask where the trillions already being collected are going. Because raising taxes is one conversation. Figuring out why government can collect enormous amounts of money and still keep finding ways to spend more is another.