The more I see all media outlets showing the polls, the more concerned I get. The polls predicted Hillary winning and Kamala winning. Perhaps the question worth asking is: who benefits from broadcasting all of these polls when how they are often taken may not access a balanced slice of the voting public.

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we can influence our luck. we cannot influence our blessings.

I think @Eagles fans feel better with @JasonKelce calling the games. @TomBrady is still low-key salty. #GoBirds

No child’s funeral should be a counter argument.

The music industry has been declared “over” so many times…and yet (while different), it only seems to get bigger and stronger in the aggregate.

Not true. My @MySundayTicket had system problems. No big deal. Just first week of the season. @NFL should hold your feet to the 🔥

No split screen option either. 🤦🏻‍♂️

Not even a split screen. @YouTubeTV forgot common sense. @Eagles fans are losing their minds.

Shame @NFLonFOX just sacrificed their cred on first Sunday.

Twenty-five years ago today, under a sky that was the wrong kind of blue, 2,977 people went to work, or boarded a plane, or answered an alarm, and never came home. I read words from a politician too in love with the the sound of his own voice to realize the poison he poured on the still grieving when he claimed these people simply "died." They didn't. Dying is what happens to all of us eventually; what happened to them was done TO them, on purpose, by a violent, fanatical cult that turned passenger jets into bombs and used innocent people to make a statement. It wanted the world's attention, and it wrote its message in other people's blood. They were murdered. I remember the smell —anybody in the city that fall remembers the smell—and office paper snowing on Brooklyn, and people at the windows choosing the air over the fire, and men gray from helmet to boot rinsing the poison off their faces at a hydrant and then turning around and walking back into the pile, which everybody knew was not rubble. It was people. They went back in anyway. Then came the flyers, xeroxed faces taped to hospital walls and lampposts all over the city—a father in a birthday hat, MISSING—parents looking for children and children looking for parents and spouses looking for the other half of their life, every one of them holding a photograph and a glimmer: maybe an air pocket, maybe a miracle, maybe... And under the flyers, the flowers, and the candles guttering in the rain, and hope on its knees at the curb. I need to say this out loud: we were not divided! Not that week or that month. Nobody in the blood-donation line asked how you voted. Congress stood on the Capitol steps and sang "God Bless America" off-key and together. Ordinary passengers over a Pennsylvania field took a vote and charged a cockpit. The best of New York, the best of DC, the best of a country that can barely agree on lunch rose out of that ash, and for a little while a whole nation was singing in one key. The death cult didn't get its victory, but it took something. A quarter century later the dust is still killing the people who dug, there are 25-year-olds with a father's name on a bronze parapet downtown and no memory of his voice. And the sheer harshness of it-a total absence of humanity-took a chunk out of everyone who watched, so that every kid born since inherited the scar without ever seeing the wound. So, in twenty-five years have we learned anything? I'm not sure the answer flatters any of us and I'm not exempting myself. We learned to stand in line at the airport carrying our shoes and to say something if we saw something. We learned to be afraid. What I fear we've unlearned is the courage that ran toward the smoke. And on the question of which extreme ideologies we should make room for now—the one that flew into the towers, or the quieter ones we've started excusing because they happen to hate the “right people” (every side has one, including whatever side I'm supposed to be on)—the answer is the same one it was the morning the towers fell: none. We will never forget; that was never the question. The question is whether we can find who the hell we were on September 12th. The better American souls the murdered put to work… Let us be them again without needing another pile to remind us. 🇺🇸

No one wore a scarf for Sudan. No one blocked a monument or bridge for Sudan. No campus voted to divest from anyone over Sudan. 33.7 million people need aid, more than any country on earth, and the UN can't fund a sixth of the plan. Turns out the world's outrage has an algorithm, and Sudan isn't in it.

I don't care what party or position you subscribe to, this is a shockingly tone deaf and offensive post by @NYCMayor and EVERY American and New Yorker should be offended. I lost a brother-in-law years later from cancer because of those attacks and the residual toxic contamination to those who lived near ground zero. My wife and I fled our apartment and couldn't return also because of the residual toxicity in the air because of those attacks. My father-in-law walked 100 blocks downtown that day to make sure my other brother-in-law who worked in WTC was still alive. Thousands of innocent Americans and New Yorkers who were just going to work--blue, white and no collar workers-- were murdered by violent terrorists. Parents. Children. Families. Friends. Firefighters. Teachers. Caregivers. Police Officers. Custodians. Wives. Husbands. Siblings. Friends. Neighbors. ALL faiths. All ages. All backgrounds. America was attacked by Islamic extremists who weaponized civilian aircrafts to murder civilians in cold blood in the name of religious fanaticism.

Remember comedy?

Well illustrated: Dem on Dem crime and what it leads to….