Hi everyone - Stacy here. Many people have asked for information if there is a way to donate to our family. I do not want ANYONE to think any amount of money helps this. The thought of money disgusts me at a time like this, but many are upset and don't know how to help. My sister did start a GoFundMe. It is here if you want to donate. gofundme.com/f/support-stacy…

Good morning, Xitter!☕☕☕

Now we love communists 🤷🏽

...on which you are absolutely dying.

Please help if you can, his laptop for work is having issues

The beauty of tradition. I'm happy as a child in a candy store whenever I find a tradition I didn't know existed. This one's from central Bosnia. Women sing into a spinning copper pan, and the metal throws the voice back in this beautiful echo. Hyper-local, almost unknown outside the villages where it lives. That's what I love most: how beautiful we humans are when we're guided by beauty.

In 1823 a fur trapper named Hugh Glass was torn apart by a grizzly bear, left for dead by the two men paid to bury him, woke up alone with no weapons, and dragged himself back to civilization. Then he hunted both men down. Then he let them live. It happened in August of 1823 on the Grand River, in what is now South Dakota. Glass was scouting ahead of a fur brigade and walked into a grizzly sow with two cubs. She took flesh off his back and legs, broke his leg, opened him up enough to expose ribs, and tore his throat badly enough that his windpipe was showing. The other trappers shot her off him. Everyone who looked at what was left agreed he had hours. Andrew Henry, leading the party, offered money for two men to stay behind, wait for Glass to die, and bury him. John Fitzgerald took it. So did a teenager generally identified as Jim Bridger, who was about nineteen. Glass kept not dying. After a few days the two of them took his rifle, his knife and the rest of his equipment, left him where he lay, caught up to the company, and reported him dead. Then he woke up. He was alone, unarmed, with a broken leg, roughly two hundred miles from the nearest fort, in country where a lone white trapper had a very short life expectancy. So he set his own leg. He pulled the bear hide they had draped over him as a shroud around himself. And he started moving on his hands and knees. He let maggots settle into the dead flesh of his wounds, which sounds like a horror movie detail and is actually correct medicine. Maggots eat necrotic tissue and leave living tissue alone. Hospitals still use them. It very likely saved him from gangrene. He lived on berries and roots. He navigated by a landmark called Thunder Butte. At one point he ran wolves off a dead bison calf and ate it. When he reached the Cheyenne River he put together a raft and floated the rest. It took about six weeks. One honest note, since the number gets thrown around. The distance is disputed. The traditional figure is over two hundred miles. Careful historians think it may have been closer to eighty or a hundred, and that the story grew with every retelling, starting with an anonymous magazine version published in 1825. Take the smallest credible number and it is still a man with a broken leg and no supplies crawling across the northern plains. He reached Fort Kiowa. He recovered. And then he went looking for them. He found the young one first, and forgave him, reportedly on account of his age. That teenager was Jim Bridger, who went on to become one of the most important guides and mountain men in American history. Then he found Fitzgerald at Fort Atkinson, where Fitzgerald had enlisted in the United States Army. Killing a soldier was a hanging offense. Glass took his rifle back, by one account collected three hundred dollars, told Fitzgerald that he had better never leave the Army, and left. Ten years later, in early 1833, Glass and two other men were crossing the frozen Yellowstone when an Arikara war party killed and scalped all three. When Hollywood made the movie, they invented a son for him and had Fitzgerald murder the boy. Because apparently a man who crawls out of his own grave and then decides not to kill anyone is a harder sell.

i have a fringe conspiracy theory that the opioid levels is Chadwick boseman’s system at time of death may be related to him receiving palliative care for his terminal cancer

American politics in a nutshell.

swifties last night

Especially if he’s dumb enough to get scammed out of millions.

I need to stop seeing these ads for new Pride and Prejudices and Sense and Sensibilities. The best ones are from the 90s are perfection and all others are inferior.

To be clear, this is not a good thing.

we really need to start hating old people more

Enjoy prison, bitch

“he took me to cleveland” is honestly the most bone-chilling sentence ive ever heard

"2027 está a solo 3 meses" yo que perdí la noción del tiempo desde 2020

The first cold morning of autumn is better than the first hot day of summer.

I don’t see a blue check mark which means you’re being this stupid for free?