Turns out the cavalry was us all along and we’re late for formation.

The children go without bread, but the king has shrimp that never warms.

We once looked to technology to save the world. Now the people who built it are designing escape pods instead.

Please, by all means, let the identity thieves handle my utilities. They seem more organized than I am.

Thanksgiving Hunger Games: sponsored by rollback prices.

The GOP’s idea of healthcare reform is letting the poor die faster to save money.

They screamed about freedom when asked to wear a mask to save lives during covid, but now wear one to hide their faces while taking them.

We just assume you’re lonely up there with all that decency and functioning infrastructure.

There’s a difference between cheering a death and cheering the end of the damage that person caused.

Imagine needing an atheist to remind you that your prophet wasn’t running a hedge fund.

Hunger should never be a policy choice. Yet here we are, watching wealth climb while stomachs stay empty. #RemoveTrump

There is always money for tax breaks, weapons, and prison walls. When it comes to feeding people, the well somehow runs dry. That is not coincidence. It is design.

To be fair, time zones are hard when you live in your own reality.

Knowing where you’re from doesn’t mean guilt. It means honesty. And maybe a little humility wouldn’t hurt either.

Ah yes, the classic American compromise: your children eat if we can gut Medicare. Who writes this stuff, Dickens?

Such irony that the anti-mask crowd now works for ICE and they won’t go out in public without a mask. The dog caught the car. The crazies are in charge. So insulting to the millions of us who served and upheld what this country was built on

DogMom "The highlight of our Saturdays, Maggie, Holly, and Wilma are beyond excited for their Dogis! They heard the sweet sound of the ice cream truck bell from a mile away and have been patiently waiting, tails wagging for their favorite treat and some love from our dear ice cream man."

Day 3 at the nest resort and the service is slipping. They didn’t even fluff the twigs. 🐣📞🍽️ #FawltyFeathers

Sunset duet on Wolverine Lake - where the sky blushes, the water whispers, and the swans don’t know they’re posing for perfection. Courtesy of @patioboater.bsky.social and his talented wife. ☺️

It’s wild watching a teenager realize the final boss of climate change isn’t carbon, it’s capitalism.

On Juneteenth, a day honoring freedom delayed and justice denied, the President whines about lost profits. The mask slips. Every time.

Juneteenth matters — because it tells us freedom isn’t inherited, it is demanded. It is long overdue, but not yet complete.

Sheep: “You knit me from… me?” Knitter: “Shhh, you look fabulous.”

He’s not just clapping back—he’s running a full-blown meme militia. Other Dems still using 2012 Tumblr templates.

The smart money is buying the market on the Trump dips. That’s exactly what his wealthy friends are doing. The chaos is just theater—they profit while everyone else panics.

Newsom didn’t just bring facts—he brought the coroner’s report. And the receipts.

When you need the National Guard to silence dissent, you’ve already lost the moral argument.

They didn’t silence him for being wrong. They silenced him for being loud, honest, and on-record. There’s no freedom of the press if the press is afraid to be free.

Just saw a Joni Ernst campaign poster:

Immunity without virtue is a crown without weight. And when tyrants wear it, the people bear the burden.

Sounds like the villain in a Dickens novel: “Please, Mr. Goldman Sacks, may I keep my home?” “No, child. I must securitize your tears.”

Some fight with parades. Others with clogged pipes and crumpled napkins. Rebellion wears many crowns.

Long ago I drove across the country, through Canada and back with my friend Thomas who was nice enough to Guide me the whole way. He never talked back and only got me lost in one state. I ended up at gas station where the old man behind the register said, "You're gonna want to turn around..."

We’ve seen this before—anonymous uniforms, vanished names, violence with no accountability. Never again. #UnmaskICE

Before E Pluribus Unum appeared on US coins (1795) & long before In God We Trust (1864/1957), there was Mind Your Business (1776). The Continental Dollar, designed by Ben Franklin. Believed to be meant both literally & socially, the message also appeared on the One Cent piece in 1787. My copies:

Jonathan Joss was harassed, terrorized, and killed—and still, officials hesitate to call it what it is. We see the pattern. We demand accountability. This cannot be buried.

Built a real estate “empire” on sand and smoke. Now the only property he owns is a future in federal housing.

It took over 100 years for Tulsa to say: “We see what was done. We won’t ignore it anymore.” May this not be the end, but the beginning of a broader reckoning.

Considering previous controversies involving the Trump administration’s handling of classified information, Ukraine’s caution in not sharing details of the operation beforehand appears prudent.

“We’ve got encryption. Just set a 4-digit PIN.” Cool, Elon. I also lock my house with a paperclip and optimism.

It's refreshing to see a Christian walking through a cemetery and living the Gospel. Reminds me of this passage. And Jesus spake unto him, saying, “Verily, wherefore should I heal thee? For death is the great equalizer, and what gain is there in miracles for those already numbered among the dust?”

Trump played Battleship and hit open water. Zelensky played poker with drones and folded 40 bombers. 🎯🃏

Turns out the “no cards” guy just played a king, with a sword in one hand and a swarm in the other. #ZelenskyyKingMove♟️

Marsha didn’t die peacefully. She died unheard, unprotected, and uninvestigated. Pride without reckoning isn’t Pride—it’s pageantry. Say her name. 🕯️

Pride: come for the community, stay for the unexpected plot twists. 🌈📺💔

This right here is allyship in action. Pride isn’t about centering ourselves—it’s about standing beside those who need it most. ✊🏳️‍🌈