Rick Kalvin 🇺🇦 ☮️ @RickKalvin

TWEEPS: trump’s economy is a disaster. Working families get crushed while he cashes in. Prices up. Jobs gone. Billionaires smiling. I need 1,000 fast RTs and replies with #TrumpAffordabilityChaos to make it trend. Please and thank you! 🙏💪

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Protect Kamala Harris ✊ @DisavowTrump20

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Three weeks ago, Alex Pretti was murdered by the United States Government. RETWEET to honor this American Patriot 🇺🇸

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On 2-14 my beautiful daughter Alyssa went to school and never came home. She was 14 years old. She loved soccer. She loved music. She loved her friends. She had her whole life ahead of her. On Valentine’s Day, while other families were celebrating love, our world shattered inside Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Seventeen lives were stolen. Seventeen families were forever changed. Alyssa’s last moments should never have happened. No child should have to text goodbye from a classroom. No parent should have to learn their child’s fate from the news. February 14 is not just a date on a calendar for us. It is the day innocence was taken. It is the day I became a mother fighting for school safety. I share her story because Alyssa mattered. She still matters. And I will never stop saying her name. For Alyssa. 💜makeourschoolssafe.org

in Odesa. It is so cold inside I had to pile up 8 layers of blankets and I have 3 layers of clothes. No power for the last 12 hours. Russia weaponizes the weather. The world stands by. I am here by choice to report. Ukrainians did not choose it. It’s their home. Nowhere to go.

Alex Pretti died as he lived — protecting his neighbors. Not hiding behind a mask. Not shooting a man in the back. Not lying to cover it up. In a country run by cowards, be like Alex Pretti.

Alex Pretti’s coworkers take a moment of silence this morning.

Let that sink in

JUSTICE FOR ALEX PRETTI! Repost if you are with me!

@NiallHarbison So glad they’re sending regular updates. That’s one lucky doggo.

Ed Sullivan couldn't sing. He couldn't dance. He wasn't charming. He stood stiff and awkward under the lights, spoke in a halting monotone, and always looked slightly uncomfortable in his own suit. Critics said he had the warmth of a plank of wood. One reviewer wrote that "he got where he is not by having a personality, but by having no personality." They missed the point entirely. Ed Sullivan changed American culture more than almost anyone in television history. Not through talent. Through stubborn, unyielding decency. The Ed Sullivan Show premiered on June 20, 1948, originally called Toast of the Town. It was a variety show—comics, acrobats, Broadway singers, opera, circus acts, music. Something for everyone. And from the very beginning, Sullivan did something almost no one else on television would do. He booked Black performers. Not tucked away in "special" episodes. Not diminished or separated. They appeared alongside white performers, introduced the same way, treated exactly the same way. This was 1948. America was legally segregated. Interracial marriage was illegal in most states. Black Americans couldn't share schools, restaurants, water fountains, or theaters with white Americans. And Ed Sullivan put Black excellence into American living rooms every Sunday night. One week after the show premiered, Billy Kenny and the Ink Spots became the first Black performers on national television. On July 18, 1948—just the fifth episode—Sullivan paired Ella Fitzgerald with tap legend Bill "Bojangles" Robinson. She scatted. He danced. It was joy on display, broadcast into a divided nation. Sullivan kept going. Louis Armstrong. Nat King Cole. Pearl Bailey. Lena Horne. Duke Ellington. Count Basie. Sarah Vaughn. Sammy Davis Jr. And he didn't keep his distance. He shook hands. Kissed cheeks. Talked warmly on camera. Hugged them like friends—because they were his friends. That basic humanity enraged sponsors. When Sullivan kissed Pearl Bailey on the cheek, Southern sponsors exploded. When he shook Nat King Cole's hand, Ford's Lincoln-Mercury dealers threatened to pull their sponsorship and remove the show from the South entirely. Southern gas stations refused to serve customers who drove the Ford and Mercury cars Sullivan advertised. Letters poured in accusing him of indecency. One angry viewer wrote: "We enjoyed Ella Fitzgerald right up to when you had to make the point of hugging her right there in our living room!" Sullivan's response? He booked them again. He wrote angry letters back to bigots. He once said: "The most important thing is that we've put on everything but bigotry." When the network warned him not to touch Coretta Scott King during her appearance, he embraced and kissed her anyway. He didn't lecture America. He didn't call himself an activist. He simply refused to participate in humiliation. Week after week. Year after year. For twenty-three years. In 1956, he introduced Elvis Presley—whose music was rooted in Black culture—into white living rooms. In 1964, he introduced The Beatles, launching a cultural earthquake. But he never abandoned Black artists while elevating white ones. James Brown. The Supremes. The Temptations. Stevie Wonder. The Jackson 5. The soundtrack of integration played live on television. Bill "Bojangles" Robinson, the legendary dancer who appeared with Ella Fitzgerald on that early 1948 episode, died penniless in 1949. Ed Sullivan paid for his funeral in Harlem. Ella Fitzgerald appeared eight times over twenty-one years. She said of Sullivan: "His was one of the first shows that gave everybody a chance to be seen, and heard. And that was like a new beginning." That was his power. Black performers trusted him to treat them with dignity. White audiences trusted him enough to let him challenge their assumptions. He used that trust quietly, carefully, relentlessly. By the time the show ended in 1971, integrated television was normal. But it wasn't inevitable. It happened because one stiff, awkward man refused to segregate his stage. Ed Sullivan wasn't flashy. He wasn't cool. He wasn't beloved for charisma. He was decent. And sometimes decency—practiced consistently, without compromise—changes everything.

Good morning and Happy Friday to everyone who agrees this song that Minnesotans came up with for Kristi Noem is HILARIOUS, spot on, and well deserved. Be a real shame if everyone retweeted it and it went viral so the puppy killer saw it.

🚨NEW: Elon Musk has suspended U.S. Senator Amy Klobuchar's Twitter account. This comes as the Trump Administration and its allies ratchet up attacks on Minnesota in the aftermath of the ICE Renee Good killing. RETWEET if you stand with @amyklobuchar!

Keep leaving "Justice for Renee Good" comments and sharing 💙 I dare you to steal this graphic and post it everywhere!!!

This is Renee Nicole Good, a dedicated wife and mother who was killed by Donald Trump’s ICE thugs today. RETWEET to honor Good’s memory 💔

BREAKING: “NO ROOM AT THE INN”: DHS melts down after Hilton Hotels slams the door on ICE. Kristi Noem’s Department of Homeland Security is in the middle of having a full-blown tantrum, all because a hotel chain exercised its right to say no. In a breathless, all-caps social media meltdown, DHS erupted after Hilton Hotels canceled room reservations for Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents in Minneapolis. The department wailed “NO ROOM AT THE INN!” as if it were issuing a hostage communiqué, accusing Hilton of a “coordinated campaign” against law enforcement for — wait for it — refusing service. According to DHS, Hilton committed the unforgivable sin of canceling reservations after agents tried to book rooms using official government emails and rates. Hilton’s response was calm, direct, and devastatingly simple: We don’t host ICE or immigration agents. That’s it. No conspiracy. No secret cabal. Just a private business making a choice. But DHS didn’t stop there. In an astonishing escalation, the agency smeared Hilton by asking why the company was “siding with murderers and rapists” — a reckless, inflammatory accusation that perfectly encapsulates how far this department has drifted from reality. Apparently, refusing to house federal agents is now equivalent to endorsing violent crime. Emails obtained from DHS confirmed Hilton’s decision in plain language. One message explained that after discovering the reservation was connected to immigration enforcement, the booking would be canceled. Another spelled it out even more clearly: “We are not allowing any ICE or immigration agents to stay at our property.” Staff were even instructed to spread the word internally. This isn’t lawlessness. It’s simply market capitalism — the same free-market principle that Republicans claim to worship. It’s clear that Hilton just doesn’t want the headaches and potential loss of business from other customers that hosting immigration goons could potentially bring. But under Noem’s DHS, any institution that doesn’t enthusiastically assist immigration crackdowns is immediately cast as an enemy of the state. Corporations are free to refuse service — unless they’re refusing the wrong people. Hilton didn’t break the law. DHS didn’t lose authority. What really happened is far more revealing: a powerful agency accustomed to obedience was told “no,” and it absolutely lost its mind. For an administration that loves to shout about freedom, the message is unmistakable — freedom is only acceptable when it serves them. Please like and share to support the freedom of Hilton Hotels to determine who they will — and will not — accept as customers!

In the autumn of 1952, a thin and hungry tabby cat walked into a classroom at Elysian Heights Elementary School in Los Angeles. A lesson was already in progress. The cat calmly entered, sat down in the middle of the room, and began to groom himself. The students were delighted. The teacher allowed him to stay. When the school day ended, the cat quietly left. The next morning, he came back. Then he returned again the day after that. Soon, it was clear this was not an accident. The cat had chosen the school. The students named him Room 8, after the classroom he first entered. Room 8 quickly found his routine. Each morning, he arrived at school. During the day, he rested in sunny spots, let children pet him, and moved calmly from room to room. In the afternoon, he left. He never disrupted lessons. Teachers and students noticed his gentle and quiet presence. Small privileges became important to the children. Feeding him was special. So was carefully moving him if he fell asleep in an awkward place. Over the years, Room 8 became part of everyday school life. He was there during reading time, math lessons, and art classes. He did not take part. He simply watched. When yearbook photos were taken, Room 8 was often included. From 1952 through the late 1960s, he appeared in class photos, sitting among the students as if he belonged. By the early 1960s, his story spread beyond the school. In 1962, LOOK magazine published a feature about him. It brought national attention to the school cat. Soon, fan mail began to arrive. The letters were addressed to “Room 8, Elysian Heights Elementary School, Los Angeles.” Children and adults from across the country wrote to him. Some sent small gifts or drawings. Room 8 had become a celebrity. Years later, guitarist Leo Kottke composed an instrumental piece titled Room 8, inspired by the cat. As Room 8 grew older, his health declined. By the mid 1960s, he was injured in a fight and later developed pneumonia. One of the teachers, Virginia Finley, offered him a home. She lived in a house directly across the street from the school. From then on, Room 8 spent his nights with her and his days at Elysian Heights. When he was strong enough, he crossed the street on his own each morning. As he grew weaker, teachers and students sometimes carried him so he could keep his routine. On August 11, 1968, Room 8 died peacefully. His exact age was unknown, but he was believed to be about 20 to 22 years old. This was very old for a cat who had once lived as a stray. The Los Angeles Times published a long obituary about him. It described his years at the school, his national fame, and the love students felt for him. Room 8 was buried with care. Teachers, students, and admirers mourned his passing. In 2006, Virginia Finley wrote a children’s book titled “Room 8: The True Story of the School Cat.” The book preserved his story for future generations. Through the book, new readers learned about the cat who slept in classroom windows and sat quietly during lessons. Room 8 was never trained. He was never officially adopted by the school. No one planned for him to stay. He simply arrived. And the community made space for him. For sixteen years, Room 8 was a steady presence in the lives of thousands of children. He became part of their memories, their yearbooks, and their lessons about kindness and care. His legacy is not about fame. It is about belonging. Sometimes, all it takes to find a place in the world is to walk through an open door and be allowed to stay. © Reddit #archaeohistories

@ChefReactions Bless you for taking care of her. She’s so lucky to have you. I’d say you’re both lucky.

@TristanSnell @SharonCoryell3 You too!

Trump explicitly used the flow of fentanyl as his central justification for attacking Venezuela. ZERO fentanyl comes from Venezuela. ZEEEEERO. The entire world is laughing at the psychotic, serial lying assclown. 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣

CBS filmed but DID NOT air this interview where Rabbi Yisroel Dovid Weiss defends Mayor Zorhan Mamdani, confirming that he is NOT antisemitic. The media doesn't agree; hence, they didn't air it, so I decided to share it. Let's make sure EVERYONE sees it.