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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
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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:
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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.
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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!
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Radical Empathy in a Broken World
Good Morning World!!!
I’ve been rewatching The Good Place.
Fair warning: spoilers ahead. If you haven’t seen it and plan to, bookmark this and come back later. I’ll wait. It’s on Amazon. You can binge the whole thing in a day or two.
Also, if you’re a devout Christian who prefers entertainment that lines up neatly with Scripture… you might want to skip both the show and this essay.
It’s irreverent. Theologically messy. Full of progressive messaging. Bless its heart.
But for me? That messiness is exactly why it works.
I like the show because I’m basically Eleanor Shellstrop.
I always believed in God. I wanted to be good. But I had no idea what “good” actually meant.
My mother didn’t know either. And I’m pretty sure her mother didn’t. We were all just… winging it. Like trying to assemble IKEA furniture without the Allen wrench… or even the instructions. (And we all know how that ends, one wobbly shelf and a lot of quiet swearing.)
Eleanor goes through life unable to love anyone because she never received love. She pushes people away. Acts selfish. Lashes out at anyone who seems better than her… which feels like everyone. Deep down, she believes she’s unlovable. Not good enough.
I know that feeling. Intimately. Like I know the back of my office chair.
I also knew plenty of Jasons. Jason Mendoza is the happy-go-lucky guy whose brain just doesn’t work the way most people’s do. Not malicious. Just… Jason.
Here’s the premise in a nutshell: They die… and believe they’ve made it into heaven. So they start trying to be good. Because they want to stay.
The twist? They’re not in heaven. They’re in the Bad Place. Part of a brand-new form of torture.
The bigger twist? Everyone has been going to hell. The point system is so strict that no one earns enough points anymore. Not even the woman who brings homemade mac and cheese to the potluck.
The show breaks it down through everyday life. You buy a phone? Parts were mined by exploited labor. You try to make ethical choices? Everything is tangled in systems you can’t fully escape.
I lived that for a while. I tried to make every purchase perfectly ethical. If voting didn’t change anything, maybe spending would. So, I researched everything. Child labor. Toxic chemicals. Corporate practices.
After months of that? I realized it was almost impossible. So, I started buying secondhand. At least I wasn’t directly feeding the worst systems.
Do you know how hard it is to find a decent bra at Goodwill? Let me tell you. That’s a spiritual journey. (And a very lumpy one.)
Life really is that complicated.
While I saw myself in Eleanor… I’ve known a lot of Jasons.
And honestly? Our prisons are full of them. People who don’t have the capacity to consistently make good choices. Not evil. Just… unequipped.
One of them was a kid named Tom. Tom was one of the sweetest people you could meet. He would do anything for anyone. But his life? It was brutal.
His mother let abusive men into the home. She would kick him and his brother out onto the streets as children. Then bring them back just long enough to qualify for welfare… and kick them out again once the money came in.
On his 18th birthday, his pregnant girlfriend cheated on him at his own party. He got blackout drunk. Passed out in a park. Woke up being sexually assaulted. In the struggle… Tom killed the man. He was sentenced to 45 years.
In prison, he spent most of his time in solitary. Because he refused to be victimized again.
When he got out? He couldn’t find work. Couldn’t find housing. He spiraled into meth for about a year. Then he got clean. For his son. A son he had never met. The boy was already older than Tom had been when he went to prison. And he wanted nothing to do with him.
Heartbroken… Tom broke. He broke into houses. Acted out in ways that got him arrested again. He never physically harmed anyone. But it was enough. Back to prison.
And I believe… He wanted to go back. Because prison felt safer than the outside world.
Was Tom evil? I don’t believe so. I believe he was broken. No one had ever loved him. He was surrounded by chaos his entire life. He never had a real framework for “good.”
And I can barely make good decisions after a full night’s sleep and a hot cup of coffee. What chance did Tom have?
That’s why the final twist in The Good Place hits so hard. They realize the system itself is broken. If everyone is failing… maybe the system is the problem.
So, they create a new one. You die. You’re evaluated. And if you’re not ready? You learn. Over and over. You grow. You’re given chances. Until you become good. And then… you get in.
From where I stand… After everything I’ve seen… I cannot believe God sends everyone straight to hell with no hope.
Life isn’t fair. But I believe God is. In the long run. Merciful. Patient. Loving beyond what we understand.
Even in the show… a demon learns to love.
And I want to believe… that given real love, stability, and guidance… most people would choose good.
Not all. Some people are wired differently. Science shows that. Brain abnormalities. Trauma. Things we don’t fully understand.
But when I look at the wave of children raised in addiction, neglect, and violence… I understand how some of them end up hurting others.
So, what do we do? Can they be saved? Not all of them. At least not here. Some are like my houseplants. I want them to thrive. I really do. But something is just… missing.
That’s what draws me to The Good Place. Its radical empathy. The belief that people can learn to be better. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not quickly. But eventually.
And I do think, with better systems, better support, maybe even AI and 24/7 counseling and observation, we could help more people learn morality, find love, and become lovable.
But right now? We’re stuck in between.
We can’t let dangerous people roam freely. That’s not compassion. That’s chaos.
But locking people away in inhumane conditions for decades… and then releasing them with no support? That’s not justice either.
Sweden’s prisons look more like college dorms. Inmates get counseling. They learn why they went wrong. They pick up life skills. They eat decent food. They even have hobbies. The system is built to rehabilitate them for a decent life on the outside. And they have a very low rate of recidivism.
To me, that seems compassionate and fair. Also, their meatballs are probably better. Just saying.
For those who truly cannot be rehabilitated, the death penalty may be the most merciful option. But for everyone who might still have a chance at a good life, shouldn’t we design systems that give them that chance?
Because simply removing consequences doesn’t work. We’ve seen that. It creates more harm. More victims.
Something has to change.
In the midst of this opioid epidemic, we have a generation coming up right now… raised without stability. Without guidance. Without real love.
For too many of them, The Bad Place would actually feel like an improvement over what they’ve already endured.
And we are going to feel the impact of that.
I don’t have all the answers. I’m just a woman who somehow managed to beat the statistics and found self-love and empathy rather than becoming an addict or a prisoner.
I still can’t fold a fitted sheet. So, there’s that.
But The Good Place reminds me of this: The system is broken. People are broken. And somehow, hope is still worth fighting for.
If you are a person of faith (any faith at all) I’d really love to hear your thoughts. Do you believe there are second chances after this life for those who never really had a fair shot here?
Have a great day. And remember, God loves you no matter what. ❤️🔥
🤖 Made with AI
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