Yossarian's Roost Resuscitated

Prof Zenkus
anthonyzenkus
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Biden cut 25 million Americans from Medicaid in 2023. Trump and Republicans just cut 17 million Americans off of Medicaid today.

Democrats and Republicans have combined to cut the healthcare of 42 million Americans over the past two years.

Both parties are toxic.

I saw a discussion in which the participants claim the US is on the way to further bomb Iran almost immediately.

First heavy rains and the Florida concentration camp is already flooding. A real storm probably will drown the prisoners.

Had to take a break. The carnage is breaking me.

Something different.
ACtivity on the space station

The Chinese space station

Trump's Ag Secretary Suggests Replacing Migrant Farm Workers with Medicaid Recipients, "We Should Be Able To Do That Fairly Quickly"

I don't know how to respond to such idiocy.

I've said this before and will say it to the end. Only paper ballots and ending the targeted voter exclusions will ensure fair elections. Open primaries to allow the voters to choose the candidates. I don't believe Trump won this time and I don't believe various other elections were won by the one with the most votes.

Shaun King
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Where Tucker Carlson says Jeffrey Epstein, the Zionist Pedophile, was funded and guided by Israel to commit crimes in America.
Never in a million years did I think I'd share a single video of Tucker Carlson. He's attacked me directly, but he's actually one of the only people on the right speaking such truths about Israel.
Read and watch my latest.

Sony Thang
nxt888
Let me tell you a story, Hanan.

I’m Vietnamese.

In 1954, the Western powers, fresh from centuries of colonial conquest, decided Vietnam should be cut in half.

Not because the Vietnamese asked for it.

Not because it was just.

But because it served imperial interests.

The North would go to us, the ones who had bled to defeat the French.

The South would be handed to a U.S.-backed regime we never chose.

They called it a "compromise."

They called it a "solution."

They said we should accept it, and there’ll be peace.

That half a country is better than none.

That resistance would only bring needless suffering.

But we refused.

Because Vietnam is not a bargaining chip.

We are not a parcel to be divided by strangers and called free.

And when we resisted, they called us unreasonable.

They called us terrorists.

They said we were the problem.

Sound familiar?

What you just said about Palestinians—that they should have accepted UN Resolution 181 and been grateful for half a homeland—is exactly what they told us.

And we proved them wrong.

We fought not because we hated peace.

We fought because real peace cannot come from foreign dictates, settler violence, and forced partitions.

We fought because no people should be told to accept half their dignity so someone else can sleep at night.

We fought because Vietnam is one.

Not north, not south, but whole.

And we won.

Now you expect Palestinians to do what we never would.

To accept their homeland divided.

Their history rewritten.

Their future stolen.

To say yes to a plan they never agreed to.

Written by people who did not live there.

Giving away land that was never theirs to offer.

You call that a missed opportunity.

We call it resistance to dismemberment.

Palestinians said no because they knew what we knew:

To accept a settler’s map is to erase your own.

So don’t talk to me about Resolution 181.

Talk to me about the villages wiped off the map.

Talk to me about the mass graves and refugee camps that followed.

Talk to me about the families still holding the keys to homes they are forbidden to return to.

Vietnam refused partition. And today we are whole.

Palestine did the same. And for that, they are still being punished.

But they were right to refuse.

Just like we were.

Just like the Algerians were.

Just like the South Africans were.

And one day, like us, they will reclaim everything that was stolen.

Because memory is stronger than force.

And the land never forgets who it belongs to.

“Today, a 7-year-old told me I was useless.”
That’s how my last day as a public school teacher began.
No smirk. No attitude. Just a plain, indifferent voice—like he was commenting on the weather.
“You don’t know how to do TikTok. My mom says old people like you should retire.”
I smiled. I’ve learned not to take it personally.
But still... I felt something crack a little deeper inside.
My name is Mrs. Carter.
I’ve been teaching first grade in a small town outside Columbus, Ohio, for 36 years.
Today, I packed up my classroom for the last time.
When I started in the late ‘80s, teaching felt like a calling. A sacred bond.
We were trusted. Even admired.
We weren’t paid much, but there was respect—and that made up for a lot.
Parents brought brownies on conference nights.
Kids drew me birthday cards with misspelled words and crooked hearts.
And when little ones finally read their first sentence out loud?
There was a kind of joy no paycheck could ever match.
But something’s changed.
Slowly. Quietly. Year by year.
Until one day, I looked around my classroom and didn’t recognize the job anymore.
It’s not just the iPads and smartboards—though they’ve taken over, too.
It’s the exhaustion.
The disrespect.
The loneliness.
I used to spend evenings cutting out paper apples for bulletin boards.
Now I spend them documenting every incident on a student behavior app, just in case a parent threatens to sue.
I've been screamed at in front of my class.
Not by students—by parents.
One told me, “You clearly don't know how to handle children. I watched a video of you on my son's phone.”
He was filming me while I tried to calm another child having a meltdown.
No one asked how I was doing.
No one cared that I was holding it together with gum, caffeine, and sheer will.
Kids are different now, too.
And it’s not their fault.
They’re growing up in a world that's too fast, too loud, too disconnected.
They come to school sleep-deprived, overstimulated, addicted to screens.
Some are angry. Some are scared.
Some don't know how to hold a pencil, how to wait their turn, or how to say “please.”
And we’re expected to fix it all.
In 6 hours. With no aides. With 28 students. And a budget that wouldn't buy snacks for a birthday party.
I remember when my classroom was a little haven.
We had a reading nook with bean bags.
We sang songs every morning.
We learned to be kind before we learned to multiply.
Now?
Now, I’m told to focus on “learning targets,” “data points,” and “measurable outcomes.”
My value is based on how well a 6-year-old fills in bubbles on a test in March.
I once had a principal pull me aside and say, “You’re too warm and fuzzy. This district wants results.”
As if human connection was a liability.
I kept going, though.
Because there were always moments. Small, sacred ones.
A child who whispered, “You’re like my grandma. I wish I could live with you.”
Another who left a note on my desk: “I feel safe here.”
Or the quiet boy who finally looked me in the eye and said, “I read it all by myself.”
I held onto those moments like life rafts.
Because they reminded me I was still doing something that mattered—even when the world insisted I wasn’t.
But this past year broke something in me.
Violence increased.
One child threw a chair across the room. Another threatened to “bring something from home” after being told to sit down.
My classroom phone became a hotline for behavior crises.
The guidance counselor quit in October. The substitute list was empty by November.
The burnout was so thick you could feel it in the air—like a fog of quiet despair.
And me?
I started to feel invisible. Replaceable.
Like an outdated tool in a digital world that no longer sees the need for human touch.
So today, I packed up my classroom.
I peeled faded art projects off the wall—some going back decades.
I found a box of thank-you cards from a class in 1995.
One said, “Thank you for loving me even when I was bad.”
I cried when I read that.
Because back then, being a teacher meant something.
Now, it feels like a job you’re supposed to apologize for.
There was no party. No speech.
Just a firm handshake from the new principal, who called me “Ma’am” and looked at his phone halfway through our goodbye.
I left behind my sticker box. My rocking chair. My patience.
But I took the memory of every child who ever looked at me with wonder, trust, or relief.
That’s mine. They can’t take that away.
I don’t know what’s next.
Maybe I’ll volunteer at the library. Maybe I’ll learn to bake bread from scratch.
Maybe I’ll just sit on my back porch, sipping tea, remembering a world that used to feel softer.
Because I miss it.
I miss a time when teachers were seen as partners, not punching bags.
When parents and schools worked together.
When education meant growth, not just grades.
If you’ve ever been a teacher, you know.
We didn’t do it for the summers off.
We did it for the kid who finally learned to tie his shoe.
For the one who smiled after weeks of silence.
For the ones who needed us in ways no test could measure.
We did it for love. For hope. For belief in something better.
So if you see a teacher—past or present—thank them.
Not with a mug or an apple.
With your voice. Your eyes. Your respect.
Because in a world that moves too fast, they stayed.
In a system that crumbled, they stood.
And in a society that forgot them, they remembered every child.
📌
Let the teachers of the past know they’re not forgotten.
Let the teachers of today know they’re not alone.
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Shaun King
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Yes, I actually think that Israel and America have killed closer to 400,000 Palestinians in Gaza. The research proves it.
You won't find a single credible researcher that thinks the numbers are 58,000 - which is the current official total. That number is staggering, but is likely only 10%-15% of the actual number.

Moments ago, Israel bombed the 5th capital they’ve bombed of a Muslim nation in 2025 alone - this time bombing and completely obliterating Syria’s Ministry of Defense in Central Damascus.
shaun king
Why in the world are they allowed to do this with impunity????
What makes seeing this new attack so painful and despicable is that the new President and government of Syria - which literally just came to power after generations of oppression from the brutal Assad family, has BENT OVER BACKWARDS to appease Israel and it’s clear that none of that ever mattered.

Millions of us were incredibly frustrated by Syria’s seeming willingness to befriend Israel in the midst of their genocide and so much else, but we also all knew just how fragile Syria truly was. This, if anything proves, that it doesn’t really matter if you stand with them or against them, Israel will obliterate you whenever they feel like it.

Prof Zenkus
anthonyzenkus
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When everyone from Donald Trump and Ben Shapiro to Stephen King and Nancy Pelosi are saying the same exact things- that the Epstein files are a distraction and there's nothing to them - you know they're all in on the cover-up. As George Calrin said, it's one big club, baby....

Israel kills 30 in Gaza attacks, using ‘drone missiles packed with nails’ - al jazeera

Lynn Hanberry Worrell
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Am I the only one who sees the game Trump, Bondi and the Republican congress are playing? Trump et al knows full well that no judge will release Epstein grand jury files while Ghislaine is appealing her case.
All this false pressure and 'bipartisan voting to release the files takes the heat off the Administration, party, and Trump. When the release is denied, there will be cries of Trump wanting to come clean but the liberal judge is preventing him. He looks good with his angry base and turns their anger back to the courts. They will campaign for him to ignore the courts and do it anyway. Supreme Court will side with the judge, giving Trump a pseudo immunity against releasing any Epstein details.

"In 1963, the Bronx Zoo revealed a shocking exhibit titled 'The Most Dangerous Animal in the World.' But inside the cage was no beast—just a mirror. Visitors saw only their own reflection, a haunting reminder of humanity’s capacity for destruction