Society has rules. Stop for red , slow down in school zones, no smoking indoors, ect. So why is the rule that when a man finishes using the toilet, he puts the seat back down. Why don't women just put the seat down when they need it? And then back up where it belongs? 🤔

What it's like at the rooftop swimming pool of a high rise building during an M7.7 earthquake.

What a time to be alive 😂

When the Roadster enters the game, the rules stop applying.

🚨 UNREAL: NJ Gov. Mikie Sherrill says the Fort Hood shooter's execution "KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT." Not because of the 13 people Nidal Hasan murdered in cold blood. Because she's worried about the FEELINGS of the soldiers on the firing squad. She called it "pageantry" and blamed Trump and Hegseth's "warped view of toughness." Hasan shouted "Allahu Akbar" and opened fire on unarmed soldiers at Fort Hood. Those families waited almost 17 YEARS for justice. What should keep her up at night is how long it took.

Excuse me coming through, I SAID EXCUUUSE ME 💨

And the “reservoirs” are still dry. This is a high crime and misdemeanor if I’ve ever, in my life, seen one. Democrat rule is tragic and sad. Prove me wrong.

Have you ever heard someone say they can smell rain 🌧️ coming? Do you think people can really smell rain before it starts

«Wrong calculations»

A research into cat behavior shows that domestic cats regard humans as social peers rather than superiors, often perceiving their owners as large, awkward kittens. Far from being aloof or defiant, a cat’s apparent indifference stems from a profound interspecies mismatch in social expectations. As anthrozoologist John Bradshaw explains, cats—unlike dogs—never evolved to recognize humans as dominant leaders or authority figures. Instead, they filter all interactions through an exclusively feline framework. Behaviors like kneading on your lap or licking your hair are not mere displays of affection; they are the same grooming and bonding rituals cats reserve for close kin or pride members. In their eyes, we are simply enormous, somewhat clumsy fellow cats who require inclusion in the group. This absence of hierarchical deference accounts for cats’ frequent disregard of commands or household rules. Treating us as equals, they follow cat-to-cat social protocols in every encounter. The “gifts” of dead prey on the doorstep or constant shadowing around the home are acts of care toward what they see as a big, furless, rather inept companion. Recognizing this mindset transforms the human-cat relationship from one based on authority and obedience to one of mutual companionship. It turns out that while many owners believe they have domesticated their cats, the cats themselves are quietly convinced they are patiently tending to their oversized, adopted family members. [Bradshaw, J. (2013). Cat Sense: How the New Feline Science Can Make You a Better Friend to Your Pet. Basic Books]

To every Democrat reading this. I'm not going to insult you. I'm going to run a simulation. Start with the odds. The forecasts give your party roughly a 9 in 10 chance of taking the House on November 3rd, and a strong shot at the Senate. So let's assume you win. Here's what happens next. January 2027. A new majority arrives in Washington with one obsession: the President. Subpoenas, hearings, impeachment talk. Meanwhile, the most important race in human history keeps running in the background. Superintelligence doesn't pause for a news cycle. Every attempt at one simple national framework for AI dies in committee. The door opens wide for fifty state rulebooks written in Sacramento and Albany. Every startup now needs lawyers before engineers. 2027 to 2028. "Safety" becomes the word that justifies everything. Licenses for models above a certain size. Registries for compute. Mandatory guidelines on what models may and may not say, written by agencies nobody elected. Each rule sounds reasonable on its own. Together, they build a wall. And here's the part nobody on your side wants to look at: who can climb that wall? Not the kid in Ohio with a laptop. Not the two-person startup in a garage. Only the handful of giants big enough to afford armies of compliance officers and lobbyists. Regulation doesn't kill monopolies. It crowns them. If the White House follows, the loop closes. A few licensed labs, protected by the state, working hand in hand with agencies that decide what the models are allowed to think. Your search, your news, your doctor, your kid's tutor, your bank, all running on systems whose answers are shaped by a few officials and a few CEOs. Not because anyone is evil. Because that's what always happens when power and intelligence end up in the same hands. That's not a fairer world. That's 1984 with a hyper-class on top. Not billionaires you can out-compete. A caste you can never join, because the door has been regulated shut. That's the first branch. The second branch is the optimistic one. They don't manage to capture it. Gridlock. Two years of hearings and vetoes. Nothing changes very deeply. But think about what "nothing changes" means in the decade where everything is changing. Every year of paralysis is a year where the future gets built somewhere else, by someone else, under someone else's values. So the best case is lost time. The worst case is a permanent caste. I know why you vote Democrat. You care about fairness. You hate oligarchy. You fear concentrated power. Good. So do I. That's exactly why I'm asking you to look at this. The most concentrated form of power ever created is about to exist. The only question is whether it stays spread across millions of builders, or gets handed to the state and the few companies it chooses to bless. I'm writing from France, where the state already decided what we're allowed to build. Our best builders end up in San Francisco. Our politicians end up in committees. You can still choose. Vote for the side that keeps the door open. History is watching.

If you didn’t laugh, we ain’t friends!? 🤣🤣🤣

Por esto los Jedi no tienen perros

A Brooklyn judge told a defendant the Second Amendment doesn’t exist in her courtroom, then gave him 10 years. Dexter Taylor had no record and no victim. After NYPD tracked gun parts to his Bushwick apartment, they raided it on April 6, 2022 and took 13 firearms he’d built, plus a 3D printer. Two months later, Bruen struck down New York’s handgun permit law. When Taylor went to trial in 2024, Judge Abena Darkeh barred that defense: “don’t bring the Second Amendment in here, this is New York.” On May 13, she sentenced him to 10 years. Parole doesn’t start until 2032.

A friend of mine just told me a family story that has everyone arguing, and now I need a verdict. His cousin asked her uncle to watch her 14-year-old son for a few hours while she went to an appointment. Before leaving, she gave one instruction: “Make sure he eats. There’s food in the refrigerator.” Simple enough. Three hours later she comes home and asks her son what he ate. “Nothing.” She immediately turns to the uncle. “Why didn’t you feed him?” The uncle looks at the 14-year-old and calmly replies: “Because he’s 14.” That answer did not go over well. She fires back: “I ASKED YOU TO MAKE SURE HE ATE.” The uncle says: “And I made sure food was in the refrigerator.” She says: “You were supposed to MAKE him something.” The uncle: “At 14? When I was 14, I was mowing lawns, cooking meals, and figuring things out on my own. This kid has Google, an air fryer, and two perfectly good hands.” At this point the debate became a full family event. The mom argued that if someone is watching your child, making sure they eat is part of the responsibility. The uncle argued that babysitting a 14-year-old means making sure they don't burn the house down, not serving them dinner like they're returning from a 12-hour shift in a coal mine. Then came the plot twist. The mom asked her son: “Why didn’t you tell him you were hungry?” The kid replied: “I was waiting for somebody to offer.” The uncle almost lost it. “THAT'S THE PROBLEM. Hunger would've offered eventually.” Now the entire family is split into two camps: Team Mom: If you agree to watch a kid, you make sure they eat. Team Uncle: If you're 14 and can't open a refrigerator, that's a life skills issue. So I'm curious... If someone asks you to watch their 14-year-old and says, “Make sure he eats,” are you expected to actually make him food? Or is 14 old enough to feed himself? 👀😂

I don't trust anyone who throws away an old cable immediately. You don't know what that cable is for. I don't know what that cable is for. But 11 years from now one of us is going to need it.

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?

If you don't own and/or carry a firearm, why? What is the thinking here? I genuinely want to understand. I had a situation Friday night where I didn't have access to my firearms and I was TERRIFIED. Legitimately terrified to such an extent that my body was reacting: you know that feeling you have where your nerves are reacting when you almost get into a car accident.....it was like that. The guy was WRONG. He was in proximity to me and he was wrong. I could feel it. But I didn't have access to either of my guns. I stayed on the phone with a friend, I stayed engaged in a Space with the host informed of what I was doing, I took a photo of the person, and I had 911 dialed on my phone, ready to go. But I deeply regretted not having my firearm with me at the time. And now I am determined to buy a new one: an emergency backup gun. I am probably going to get a backup for the backup, too, as soon as possible. That's where I'm at right now.

The world's largest wild banana species is called Musa ingens. It is also known as the Giant Highland Banana. This massive plant grows natively in the tropical mountain forests of New Guinea.