That big cat reminds me of what Tim Waltz & company think they are doing & that Hippo is what the Trump Admin is doing in response.

1/13/2026-
Silver and Stackers are Dancing Again!!!🥳🥳
We're breaking the ficken matrix!!!💪
CME couldn't help their Big Bankster Buddies by raising margins, and silver is freeking rising this time!!!
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“My name is Elena. I’m 71, and I cut hair in my garage. Twenty-five dollars, cash only, no appointments. You just show up, sit in the vintage hydraulic chair I saved from my old shop, and let me help you look human again.

I spent nearly half a century at a high-end downtown salon before my hands started developing a tremor—nothing major, but enough to end the days of hundred-dollar precision layers. Now, I do simple, honest trims in my driveway under a sign that says "Elena’s Community Cuts."

Most folks come because they’re struggling financially. That’s fine; I keep the prices low on purpose. But Miguel came because he had reached the end of his rope.

He showed up on a Tuesday morning—maybe 48 years old, weeks of stubble, hair matted and hanging past his shoulders. He looked like he’d been living out of his car.

"How much to make me look like someone worth hiring?" he asked.

I saw his hands trembling. I saw the crushing shame in the way he avoided my gaze. "Sit down," I told him. I didn't mention the price....

“My name's Morris. I'm 73. I collect shopping carts in the Walmart parking lot. Worst job in the store. Heat, rain, snow, doesn't matter. I'm out there pushing carts uphill all day while my back screams.

Thirty years I gave to this company. Manager once. Then they "restructured." Now I push carts with the teenagers who don't show up half the time.

Bitter? Yeah, I'm bitter.

But about six months ago, something stupid happened. I was bringing in carts, and this old man was struggling to get one from the corral. Shaky hands, oxygen tank. He couldn't pull the carts apart.

I walked over. "Let me get that for you, sir."

He looked at me, really looked. "You're too old to be doing this work."

Hit me wrong. "Yeah, well, life don't care about fair."

But I got him a cart. Walked it to his car. He thanked me three times.

Next week, same old man, same struggle. I got him a cart again. Week after that, same thing. Started just watching for him. Thursday afternoons. Blue Buick. I'd have a cart waiting by his car before he even parked.

One Thursday, his ...

Johnny Carson's producers SCREAMED at him to stop —what he did for dying woman forced NBC to re-edit

Johnny Carson's producers were screaming in his earpiece to keep the show moving, but Johnny ignored them. He walked off the stage, took a dying woman's hand, and did something that would force NBC to re-edit the entire episode and save one woman's soul. It was March 17th, 1983, and the Tonight Show was taping at Studio 6B in Burbank.

The audience was in high spirits. St. Patrick's Day energy filled the room and Johnny had just finished a hilarious monologue about green beer. Doc Severson and the band were setting up for the next segment and Johnny was settling in to interview his first guest, actress Sally Field, but something was about to derail the carefully planned show.

Barbara Martinez sat in the fourth row wearing a green dress that hung loose on her thin frame. She was 42, though aggressive ovarian cancer made her look 60. Her husband, Miguel, sat beside her, gripping her hand. On her other side sat their daughter, ...