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The spread of fire ants in the US.
You can thank someone from Mobile, AL for bringing this into our country in 1918.
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It’s going to be really funny when everyone screaming about “affordability” realizes the policies they voted for last night will only make things more unaffordable under Democrats.
People actually think they are getting cheaper groceries, gas and free healthcare. 🤣🤣🤣
Boy are those “dreamers” in for a real rude awakening.
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Replying to @LeaderJohnThune
I’m politically homeless now. I hate republican politicians. I also hate democrat politicians. What a waste of having a majority in congress this has been. So frustrating.
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Republicans were handed a trifecta and a mandate in 2024, yet Congress, specifically the Senate, did nothing but undermine President Trump and leave him to govern via temporary executive orders that ended up in protracted legal battles with activist judges that were never held to account.
John Thune allowed over 100 critical House-passed bills to die in the Senate because he refused to nuke the filibuster, something every Democrat has said they’ll do if they take back control.
Republican voters begged for 2 years to get any type of election integrity legislation passed, and John Thune refused.
Chuck Grassley refused to get rid of blue slips to get all of Trump’s judicial nominees confirmed, but had plenty of time to upload videos of himself at Dairy Queen.
Less than 20% of Trump’s EO’s were codified into law.
This was the LEAST productive Congress in history, taking 364 days off.
Why would Republican voters feel inspired to go out and vote for people who literally do nothing with the power given to them?
Feels like old times. Specifically November 2020.
Control of the House and Senate may not be immediately clear on election night, and some of the 2026 midterm election calls will take longer than others. But that's not unusual or an indication of fraud, as some candidates may claim. cbsn.ws/3WpfJP1
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King Arthur was cursed with a strange disease, and only an old, ugly witch could cure him...
But the witch demanded a young, handsome knight as her husband; Galahad took one for the team and married her.
On the night of the wedding, the witch turned into a beautiful woman and offered Galahad the choice: she could be old and ugly during the day, and young and beautiful at night, or vice versa.
Galahad told her that he respected her choice over her appearance, and she could decide that.
The witch was pleased, as Galahad knew what a woman wanted the most, is freedom over her body. She told Galahad that she would be a beautiful wife all the time for him.
The moral of the story is that no matter how good your wife looks, she is still a witch underneath.
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Day 2 of posting old school Toyotas until we can buy these brand new again because the government has gotten out of the way.
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Wild West train robber Tom "Black Jack" Ketchum was hanged and accidentally decapitated on April 26, 1901, in Clayton, Union County, New Mexico Territory.
Inexperienced executioners miscalculated the necessary drop length. Coupled with a stiff, untreated rope & weight Ketchum had gained while in jail, the seven-foot drop was far too long and forceful.
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This is a Toyota Landcruiser 79 series. Continually in production since 1984. You can’t buy one new in America.
But UAE residents can buy a fully mechanical one for about $35k USD.
I hate our government so much.
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George Harrison stands at the gates of Friar Park,staring at what most people would call a disaster.
The Victorian mansion is decaying. Grass grows through the floors. The once-famous gardens are wild and overrun. Greenhouses have collapsed. Grottoes are buried. Paths have vanished under decades of neglect.
He’s 27. The Beatles have just broken up. He could go anywhere. Do anything. The world is waiting for his next move.
Instead, he buys the ruin and starts digging.
Not as a hobby. As a way of life.
He hires ten gardeners and works beside them from dawn until midnight, hands in the soil. His sister-in-law sees the place and asks what he’s thinking. George doesn’t explain. He just keeps working.
His son Dhani grows up watching his father gardening by moonlight, squinting in the dark because the shadows hide the imperfections that bothered him during the day. The music industry keeps calling — albums, tours, interviews. More George Harrison, the Beatle.
George wants to plant trees.
Friar Park isn’t just a garden. It’s a strange Victorian dream: caves, tunnels, a four-acre Alpine rock garden topped with a miniature Matterhorn, and gnomes everywhere. He even photographs himself among them for All Things Must Pass — then goes back to pruning.
When a nursery owner mentions slow sales, George buys one of everything. When someone offers 800 types of maple trees, he takes them all. His wife Olivia remembers him saying, “It’s not my garden, Liv.” He saw himself as a caretaker. The garden didn’t belong to him — he belonged to it.
By 1980, he publishes his autobiography and dedicates it “to gardeners everywhere.” He writes that he’s simple. He doesn’t want the business full-time. He’s a gardener. He plants flowers and watches them grow.
Journalists visit and call it un-rock-star-like. George doesn’t mind. He’s lived Beatlemania, stadium screams, cultural revolutions. Compared to restoring hedges, it felt empty.
After John Lennon’s murder, the gates close for good. George and Olivia keep working — not for visitors, but for the work itself.
He dies in 2001. Today, the gardens are considered masterpieces of Victorian landscaping. Olivia still tends them. The estate remains private.
George Harrison chose dirt under his fingernails over applause.
And in that choice, he found something stadiums never gave him.
Freedom.





























