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DallasDHom retweeted
I was born in 1980 in the USSR and lived there the first 13 years of my life. This is what it was actually like for me as a kid:
•Lines for everything. Bread, eggs, milk, toilet paper, shoes, medicine, even to see a doctor. Some years we were okay. Other years there was nothing.
•From about 5½ or 6 years old one of my jobs was to go stand in those lines for bread, eggs, and milk. If I stepped out for even a second I lost my spot and my family had no bread that day. Didn’t matter that I was little.
•I learned not to ask for the little bit of candy on the shelf. Not because I didn’t want it. I really, really did. I just knew my parents didn’t have an extra penny. I was allowed to have one chocolate little candy a week and two caramels. They were kept in a box in a wall closet and I used to put little pieces of wood into the wrappers until I got old enough to realize I was eating my entire family candy stash 😭
•Fear and survival ran everything. My parents went a whole month without coffee or other basic things. Some months my brother and I got one egg a day and my parents went without.
•That’s why I have such a special relationship with food. I swore my own kids would never go hungry the way my family did in Russia.
•“Free” medicine meant the x-ray machine was broken when I broke my wrist in second grade. No painkillers for dental work. When my grandmother in her late 80s got sick they told us she was old, let her die at home. No doctor ever came. She lived 15 more years until 103 after getting a new chance in USA 🇺🇸
•When I was 10 I got mauled by a dog and spent nights in a state hospital getting rabies shots. My parents weren’t allowed inside. They could only knock on my window. When I needed to go to the bathroom I had to crawl there on my hands and knees.
•No one could complain. We knew if my parents said the wrong thing, or if we kids did, we’d be sent to an orphanage and they’d go to jail. My uncle went to jail for refusing to tell on his family over something faith-based.
•Our personal mail and Letters were always read by the authorities . For my mom’s birthday my aunt wrote that she put a stick of gum in the letter for us to share. Gum was a very big deal. We opened it and there was no gum.
•Phones were listened to. You never knew who was listening.
•The Party and the state came before family, before you, before anything. My dad was a fireman and couldn’t get promoted until he joined. They kept sending him into fires until he did.
•Nothing was ever free. The people who worked the produce counters and controlled the food and goods had the real power. Everyone else just waited and got scraps.
•October 28, 1993. The day I arrived in America at 13. The day my new life started.
Don’t let this happen here. Vote.
From a former Soviet-born, young communist party member (I was 9 years old), to your own ears. Listen to this before you vote tomorrow.
Then vote for a chance of a good life for yourself and your family, current and future lives that will come from you. Vote Republican. Vote Red. Vote for USA 🇺🇸 to continue on its path of democracy and prosperity.
DallasDHom retweeted
My workout today at my new age was amazing... I am still feeling very strong.
59°F /15°C Sunny and clear sky
DallasDHom retweeted
Quarter of a century later and it still feels like yesterday. Some things you just never forget.
I left the apartment I shared with three other girls to get to class, History, The Rise and Fall of the Soviet Union, while the first plane was already on the news flying into the Twin Towers. My first thought was that it was a freak accident. I was praying as few lives as possible were lost, and at the same time I was thinking about not being late so early in the semester. I barely noticed people stopping in the street.
By the time I reached the classroom I finally saw how wrong everything looked. There were too many students and too many people outside even for a busy campus. Everyone was talking about the planes and the towers. By then it was two planes. It was no longer an accident in my mind or anyone else’s. People were crying. No one knew what was going on. We were all on our cell phones trying to reach the people we loved. I was trying to reach my mother. She worked in the building next to the smaller one that later collapsed. All I knew was that she was supposed to be at her desk right in the center of it. She started at nine, but she always liked to get there fifteen minutes early just in case. I couldn’t reach her, which was common because my cell service never worked well on campus in the middle of Manhattan.
Then they announced that all classes were canceled and everyone should go home, or try to. I was still calling my mom, my dad, my aunts, my cousins, and still not getting through. I started walking back to my room. On the way I saw a girl crying on the steps. I asked if she was okay. She said she took the train in from upstate for classes, her father worked in the Twin Towers, she couldn’t reach him, she couldn’t reach her mom, she had nowhere to go, and she just wanted to see her dad. I told her to come with me. At least she could have some water and a roof over her head. My dorm was only a few blocks away.
We walked and tried to figure out how to reach anyone. By the time we got to the apartment the news was showing the other flights too. My roommate was hysterical. Her fiancé had just started his first job out of college at a financial firm in one of the two towers and she couldn’t reach him. The phone lines weren’t working. The news kept getting worse. And then the smell. The smoke started drifting in.
Around eleven my mom finally reached the landline in our room. She said she had been stuck on the train right underneath the World Trade Center when the first tower was hit. Her whole building was evacuated. She and her coworkers were a few blocks away and making their way back to Brooklyn. They were physically fine. I told her to call me when she got home.
Around noon the girl I brought from campus reached her mother. Her father was okay and heading to the Metro-North station in Yonkers, which had reopened. Her mom was going to meet him there. She left with a bottle of water and an extra twenty dollars we gave her just in case. My roommate’s fiancé called around the same time. He was fine. He had been evacuated and couldn’t get a call out until then.
That was my personal brush with it. I didn’t lose anyone of my own on September 11. But as a New Yorker, as an American, I had been a sworn citizen for eight months, and as a human being, I still lost. We lost friends, neighbors, people we loved, so many lives that would have been lived these past twenty-five years.
The smoke hung over the city for weeks. Swollen eyes. Strangers crying without warning. Grief everywhere. And more than that: a country coming together in the face of something unimaginable.
None of it should be forgotten. None of the lives that were taken should be forgotten.
We should Never forget.
DallasDHom retweeted
Bernie's real estate portfolio: ~$2.4 million. Built on a $175k/year Senate salary and book deals.
Elon's living situation: $50,000 prefab. That he rents to himself.
One spent his entire career distributing other people's money.
The other bet everything he had on his vision and is now sending humans to space.
Who's the real public servant?
DallasDHom retweeted
Our coach told us to breathe out of our mouth during tennis practice, and I would always get tired quickly during matches.
Now I know why:
DallasDHom retweeted
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DallasDHom retweeted
I saw a video this morning about a baked goods stand running on the honor system.
It got robbed.
Repeatedly.
By the same woman.
And not just a couple donuts because she was hungry. She wiped the whole thing out.
Cleaned it like she was stocking up her own store. She took way more food than any one family could eat. This wasn't hunger. This was inventory. She probably had a business plan. A branded tote bag. A loyalty program.
People in the comments were shocked. "Who does that?"
Well... Karen. And a whole lot of Karens. Karens with spreadsheets. Karens with catering orders. Karens who saw an honor stand and thought "ah yes, my new wholesale supplier."
Honor has been quietly eroding in this country for a long time.
I live in a place where stores are closing left and right. The ones still hanging on have everything locked behind glass.
Last time I went to the drug store I waited twenty minutes for an employee to unlock two things. She had to go get a different key for the second item. I needed deodorant and toothpaste. It felt like a hostage negotiation.
I now shop online.
And that store? It's closed now too. Probably because everyone got tired of waiting for someone to find the key to the shampoo.
If the police won't respond because they're understaffed, and prosecutors won't prosecute because they've decided not to, then the only thing standing between order and chaos is honor.
And how exactly is an honor stand supposed to survive in a world where honor has already left the building? It's like asking a cat to guard the tuna. The math doesn't work. The cat is already eating the tuna.
Back in business school I studied my ass off. Extremely hard. While I watched other students skip class, blow off assignments, and still get A's. I actually argued with professors who tried to tell me their A didn't hurt mine.
Then I saw a study: 84% of business students admitted to cheating.
Eighty-four percent.
That's not a minority. That's the whole damn school. That's everyone except me and like three other nerds who actually read the syllabus.
We should have formed a support group. We could have called it "Honesty Anonymous." Hi, my name is Orah, and I did my own homework. Again.
So their stolen A cost me at least seventy hours of honest work. It took from my scholarships. It takes from my job applications.
Because when everyone's cheating and getting rewarded for it, honesty becomes a sucker's game.
And I'm out here playing by the rules like a chump while Karen and her study group are photocopying the exam answers and calling it "collaboration."
The math is brutal but simple: If cheating is rewarded and integrity costs you, the system is broken.
And also? The cheaters are probably making more money than me. Probably driving nicer cars. Probably have shorter wait times at the drug store because they just steal the deodorant.
I'm not sure how we crawl back to a place where honor actually means something.
Beyond just enforcing rules and laws. Beyond consequences that actually stick.
If they're not going to enforce them, then the honorable thing to do is abolish the rules entirely.
At least then we'd all be on the same playing field instead of pretending. No more fake honor system. No more locking up the toothpaste like it's the Crown Jewels. Just chaos. But honest chaos. Chaos with transparency.
I'd personally prefer some rules and order. I like knowing the person who robbed the baked goods stand gets caught. I like knowing the student who cheated gets kicked out. I like knowing the system actually works.
Call me old-fashioned. Call me naive. Call me the lady with rhinestone glasses who still believes in consequences.
But if we're all just gonna go full Mad Max, trust me. I was an expert marksman long before I graduated high school.
I'd rather not use those skills. I'd rather live in a world where an honor stand can exist without getting robbed blind.
Where a drug store can stay open.
Where the kid who actually does the work gets the A they earned.
Where the baked goods stand lady doesn't have to install security cameras and a moat.
Have a great day and may the algorithm always be in your favor.
DallasDHom retweeted
Several years ago, @congressdj decided he needed a Tesla. I was against it because I thought they were pretentious. Plus, I didn’t think electric cars would work because that’s what the media always said. But as is his way, he went ahead and got one anyway.
He showed me how to drive it, and I have to admit it was pretty nice. But I still preferred my Honda. Over time, though, I started to see how much money we were saving on gas (he drives a lot!). So, I stopped rolling my eyes and just let him enjoy it. 😝
A few years later, he came to me with this crazy idea that we should get a used one for our 16-year-old son. I was completely opposed to it. I thought it was a bit much. We looked at the budget and he agreed to check out some used Honda Civics. What we found was that they were ridiculously overpriced and would still require gas, oil changes, brake changes, and all the rest. Then he found a used Tesla lease for $200 a month. We had to admit that was a steal.
Teslas are one of the safest cars you can buy. I never doubted that. But when my husband showed me all the features we could enable to limit aggressive driving, track habits, and save money, it just made too much sense. So we got it for him (he’s working it off in various ways).
With all these Teslas, my husband is naturally trying to push me into one. I’m not there yet, and not because I hate them, but because @Tesla does not make an SUV big enough for a family of 6. And I’m just talking about seat count.
We rented a Model X for the family while in Hawaii over Christmas. Yes, it fit the whole family, but it did not fit our bags. Six carry-ons and a big suitcase meant I had to take a minivan cab to the hotel while my husband picked up the car. It was great for driving around the island but not for the logistics of traveling as a family.
So until @elonmusk announces a car that can transport everything my Honda Pilot can, I’ll have to drive what my husband calls my tractor a little longer.
Finally, I want to say something about Tesla’s Full Self-Driving. I watched it when my husband used it a few years ago, and it sucked. He liked it, but I would never dare use it. I didn’t trust it. What I see now on his 2026 Tesla is nothing short of incredible. He literally doesn’t touch the wheel anymore. He leans his seat back like some kind of gangsta and just lets it drive itself.
The biggest and final thing I’ll say: With the self-driving (which has made me fear for my husband less since he no longer drives aggressively) and the other safety features Tesla is renowned for, I completely trust it to carry my kids around. And as a protective mama bear, that means a lot!
PS - No we don’t have a Cybertruck. My husband insisted on taking that picture with a loaner he had, once. 🤦♀️ 😂
DallasDHom retweeted
Late last night my dear friend @DallasDHom posted his walk with Luna. That got me to thinking? What if the ordinary activities that people take every day are not so ordinary as they think?
I was gonna do this as a QT but I needed to do a post to provide the evidence.
For those that take the time to watch it and listen... this is anything but an ordinary walk down the street. If Carl Sagan was still alive I'm sure his jaw would drop by the end of the video.
DallasDHom retweeted
Imagine making content so good that Elon Musk shares you twice in your first 6 months on the platform.
One video flops (~740K views). The next one explodes with 48 million views.
And yet… you’re still not eligible for monetization.
Because the massive one was embedded instead of a native post, @ObsceneSelene hasn’t hit the 5 million impressions needed to get paid.
The platform is straight-up broken for original creators.
If you believe real talent should actually get paid, help fix this. Share her far and wide!
