When are Crusades starting? I’m in menopause and I have nothing to lose.

We cannot pass the buck and ask a generation of kids who didn’t know what it used to be like to return us to the past - this is on us to solve.

What. An. Ad.

“Hmmm pretty sure that guy threw a shoe at me”

Any GOP Senator that supports John Thune to remain Leader of the Senate needs to be primaried and replaced. If we hold the Senate, John Thune must go.

A message worth sharing, a song worth singing and a moment worth experiencing together. Watch it again: tx.ag/2026BrandAnthem

All of this.👇

I DIDN’T MEAN TIM CURRY WHAT THE FUCK

Marco Rubio finding out he’s now the general manager of the Houston Astros:

If vaccines don't cause autism, then strip away immunity for vaccine makers. They don't need immunity if they are "safe and effective".

Dear Toyota Executives, For most of my adult life I have been a proud and loyal Toyota owner. It began with a used Starlet and continued through eight new Toyota vehicles. I chose Toyota again and again because I believed in reliability, quality, and a company that stood behind its products. That trust kept me coming back for decades. Unfortunately, that trust has now been broken. My last two vehicles each required the infotainment system to be replaced three times. On my newest Land Cruiser, the system repeatedly loses connection with my phone. When I reported it, I was simply told to “re-pair my phone every time I drive.” This is not a sustainable or acceptable solution for a flagship vehicle. In addition, the Land Cruiser has multiple issues that affect safe driving and daily use: •  The alarm triggers repeatedly with no apparent cause •  Cruise control disengages unexpectedly with the message “See Owner’s Manual” I opened a formal case with Toyota, provided photos and videos of the problems, and was told technicians “could not duplicate the issue.” I then tried to reschedule service with a different dealer, but they will not even answer the phone. When a company famous for bulletproof reliability responds to documented problems with workarounds instead of fixes — and when dealers become unreachable — something fundamental has changed. After years of unwavering support, I have made the difficult decision to end my relationship with Toyota. I will be trading in my Land Cruiser and purchasing a Tesla. This is not a threat — it is simply the natural consequence of repeated disappointment where I once found confidence. I genuinely hope Toyota uses feedback like mine to address the growing gap between its legendary reputation and the current reality of its electronics, software, dealer support, and customer service. Many longtime owners are quietly making the same choice I am. Thank you for the many reliable miles you provided over the decades. I truly wish Toyota a successful future — just not one that includes me as a customer. Sincerely, Proud former Toyota owner (8 new vehicles)

I was pumped when Taco Bell resurrected the Enchurito like some fast-food Lazarus—finally, a shot at recapturing those glorious 3 a.m. regret-fests where it tasted like pure, cheesy heaven wrapped in a tortilla hug. Instead? Absolute betrayal. The tortilla was simultaneously soggy and brittle, like it’d been crying in the walk-in for a week. The filling? A sad, watery vision of my youth that whispered “remember when we had standards?” Zero spice, zero soul, just pure mid-tier sadness in a cardboard sleeve. My inner teenager is filing for emotional damages while I drown my sorrows in a Crunchwrap Supreme like the basic sellout I’ve become. Thanks for nothing, Taco Bell. You killed my childhood.

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

I just found out that my aunt, a lifelong Republican, voted for a Democrat in California. This never would have happened if she were still alive.

I don’t want to hear about my carbon footprint ever again. nitter.net/SawyerMerritt/status/2…

We are taking this fucking country back one Senator and Representative at a time. You work for US! NOT the other way around! Let’s GOOOOOOOO 🇺🇸🔥

U.S. Forest Service law enforcement is now asking for the public’s help identifying a group of Indian nationals seen defacing Cathedral Rock in Sedona, Arizona, a sacred Native American site, with furious Americans demanding their immediate deportation.