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By exaggerating its cars' capabilities, Tesla is preying on seniors' fears about losing their mobility as their health deteriorates. It's unethical as well as deeply dangerous. This kind of thing that wouldn't happen in a country with credible oversight of car companies.

What I'm watching for: Don't be party to his claims of voter fraud but do report the hell out of them. Treat it as a big story, but not the one he wanted. The main character is the American voter, not a renegade president. For the free press we're entering a danger zone. Use it or lose it.

8/ "The enemy has learned from the experience in Krynky, and now the issue of "supply" is being resolved not through the use of Ukrainian marines as "cannon fodder," but through the use of technology.

In Minnesota, girls sell lemonade on the street to help their sisters arrested by ICE. Stephen Miller’s goons are very much still here. Sign reads, “Please help us raise money for my sisters because they were arrested by ICE” & this has been confirmed by trusted community members.

A jug of lemonade that reads “Please help us raise money for my sisters because they were arrested by ICE.”

When someone saw a slave catcher in the area during the Underground Railroad, they would blow a horn to warn people and others would come out of their houses and blow their horns too. Just like we do with our ICE whistles We are part of a tradition of resistance and I think that’s beautiful

Folarin Balogun, who is a US citizen because he was born here, scores a go-ahead goal for the US team in a knockout game. Score one for birthright citizenship.

7/4/76 memory - I was 10 and living in Hershey PA. I remember my cub scout pack marching with my brother down Chocolate Ave in red white and blue revolutionary war uniforms made by my mother carrying a musket made from a 1x6. The tall ships on TV. And more. It was wonderful.

Narnia - This is the response I receive from one of my roommates* whenever I ask, "Where are you going?" In my case roommates are my children that are teen and older currently sharing occupancy.

That’s a hell of a place to bury that revelation, but thanks for sitting on this for your book Mags