William Spencer Martin

genuinely insane to me that this girl is only 23. she’s out here making a christmas song that genuinely sounds like it could’ve been released 40 years ago while also completely encapsulating how it feels to be in those early euphoric stages of love. no one’s doing it like her!!!

Every GOP strategist, consultant, and candidate should be forced to participate in a role-playing exercise this morning. Your name is Bob. You’re a 49-year-old blue-collar worker in Ohio. You’ve always struggled to make ends meet. The good jobs were all shipped to China and the few remaining pay a pittance wage, undercut by endless illegal labor. You’re a 3x Trump voter because you believed he would finally make America great again. You put your son through Ohio State. He graduated cum laude in computer science. You couldn’t have been prouder. After months searching, he landed an entry-level job at Microsoft. Beneath his qualifications, but a good start for a smart kid. Then he got laid off. That same month, Microsoft applied for 150,000 more H-1B visas because it can’t find qualified Americans. Your son has spent six months back in his childhood bedroom, sending hundreds of applications without landing an interview. On TV, Trump boasts about the greatest economy in history and how many women and minorities are finding jobs. You decide a father-son steak night might cheer him up. Gas is $4.50 a gallon. Filling your truck costs over $100. At Kroger, ribeyes are $30/lb. You settle for hamburger, even though 70/30 ground beef still costs $10+. At checkout, a fat black woman is screaming at the cashier because her EBT will only cover most of the filet mignon and lobster in her cart. You think to yourself how the Iran war has made everything expensive, but at least we’re stopping their nuclear bomb. You weren’t even sure where Iran was before you googled it after we first bombed them in March. After dinner, you take your son to the county fair. Half the people aren’t speaking English. Virtually none of the crowd looks like you. You’re forced to leave early after a “teen takeover” turns violent. A foreign born judge pledges none of them will go to jail. Back home, you turn on the TV. Vivek Ramaswamy is lecturing the crowd about American mediocrity and why Ohio needs more foreign talent. Your son grows upset. You change the channel. Now a Republican surrogate, the daughter of a governor or wife of an elderly billionaire, explains that young White men are the REAL welfare queens. They’d rather play videogames in their parents’ basements than work. Your son says nothing. He just goes back to his childhood bedroom. You turn off the TV. Then your neighbor starts blasting reggaeton and cracking open Modelos. He brought his cousin’s family from Mexico to help with all the minority-business contracts his construction firm keeps winning. Tonight they’re celebrating his nephew’s birth, the family’s first birthright American citizen. You sit alone in your living room. You worked hard, paid taxes, obeyed the law, and raised your son to do everything right. You voted Republican again and again because you believed somebody in Washington would finally fight for you. Instead, your wages are stagnant. Groceries are unaffordable. Your community is unrecognizable. Your country is fighting another foreign war. And upstairs, the son you sacrificed everything for is lying awake in the bedroom he slept in at twelve, wondering what the heck he’s even supposed to do with his life now. Every time you turn on the TV, the Republicans you elected are either congratulating themselves or explaining why you and your son are the problem. For ten years, they told you America’s future depended on your vote. Now you aren’t even sure America has a future worth defending. The Republican Party needs to answer one simple question this morning: You’ve spent a decade demanding Bob’s loyalty. You’ve given him stagnant wages, unaffordable groceries, another foreign war, and a son who did everything right but can’t find work. And when they complain, you call them lazy, entitled, and racist. What possible reason have you given Bob and his son to vote Republican? Do you honestly think you deserve their vote?

Over the past 10 days, I became the digital Nick Shirley. Using public & private records my AI agent swarm found ~$787 million in government billing that made absolutely no sense. Thread 🧵

Haitians are no longer entitled to temporary protected status even though the State Dept warns travelers not to visit Haiti due to crime, unrest and limited healthcare. So it's okay to deport these folks to terrible conditions that we won't tolerate?

Jason Arday’s suicide note has been released and it’s making everyone deeply regret mocking him. “I have of late, (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition; that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o'er hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire: why, it appeareth no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, In form and moving how express and admirable, In action how like an Angel, In apprehension how like a god, The beauty of the world, The paragon of animals. And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so. Sincerely, J-Dawg”

The racial hysteria of 2020 didn’t come out of nowhere. Two trends have been building for decades to force American race relations to a crossroads. We can choose a different path, or we will end up with permanent 2020 by default. compactmag.com/article/the-r…

Well, it's not all Boomers tbh. It's a specific demographic of hobby guys. Whether that's guns, cars, guitars or whatever. It's a normal desire to try to make something profitable, but the problem they run into is that the hobbies they are part of shrink. And non hobbyists looking for a product for daily use aren't paying hobbyist prices.

The Who during an impromptu roadside photoshoot that would ultimately yield the iconic cover art for 'Who's Next,' Celebrated rock photographer Ethan Russell was actually driving the band back to London after a show in Sunderland when they looked out the window and saw these bizarre, giant concrete structures jutting out of the coal waste slagheaps at Easington Colliery. Because Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey was a massive cultural phenomenon at the time, the band immediately saw these pillars as a hilarious, industrial version of the movie's alien monolith. Russell pulled the car over, and the guys started fooling around, climbing the sides, and posing for the lens. Just moments after this specific shutter clicked, they decided to pull a legendary prank that resulted in the final, iconic cover photo for their absolute masterpiece album, Who's Next. It is a spectacular behind-the-scenes look at four rock icons just acting like kids in a wasteland, completely unaware they were making art history.

3 men are seen vandalizing and breaking a delivery robot for no reason