Beware. Or at least be aware.
Today is March 15th -- International Kill a Tyrant Day.
Don’t understand? Ask a friend who has read Shakespeare.
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A sly fox slipped on to a cargo ship and travelled from Southampton to New York, according to officials at Bronx Zoo.The zoo, which is looking after the animal, said it appears healthy after early examinations.It is unclear how the male red fox boarded the ship, which had been transporting cars, to make the 3,400 mile journey to the east coast of the US.It left Southampton, Hampshire, on 4 February, and the vessel docked at the Port of New York and New Jersey on 18 February.Diane J Sabatino, executive assistant commissioner at the US Customs and Border Protection Department, wrote on X that port officers had found the ‘sly stowaway’, and agriculture specialists had coordinated with the US Fish and Wildlife Service, the Animal & Plant Health Inspection Service and New Jersey Fish and Wildlife to find the fox a new home at Bronx ZooOfficials brought the fox to the zoo the next day. He is estimated to be two years old and weighs 5kg (11lbs).Keith Lovett, the zoo’s director of animal programmes, said: ‘He seems to be settling in well. It’s gone through a lot.’A long-term home for the mammal will be found after he undergoes additional health checks.The omnivore has a diet of produce, proteins and some biscuit-like items at the zoo’s veterinary centre.The species, formally named Vulpes vulpes, is widespread in Europe, Asia, North America and parts of Africa.
“The most perfect thing I have ever seen just happened on the replacement train bus service between Newport and Cwmbran: White man sat in front of a mother and her son. Mother was wearing a niqab. After about 5 minutes of the mother talking to her son in another language the man, for whatever reason, feels the need to tell the woman ‘When you're in the UK you should really be speaking English.’ At which point, an old woman in front of him turns around and says, ‘She's in Wales, and she’s speaking Welsh.’”
“The Nazis entered this war under the rather childish delusion that they were going to bomb everybody else, and nobody was going to bomb them. At Rotterdam, London, Warsaw, and half a hundred other places, they put that rather naive theory into operation. They sowed the wind, and now, they are going to reap the whirlwind.”
Trump, Rubio, Hegseth, and Miller just killed the father, mother, and sister of the new Supreme Leader of Iran.
I’m not psychic, but I understand how balls and bombs bounce.
"I have a theory that the moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. I have tried this experiment a thousand times and I have never been disappointed. The more I look at a thing, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I want to see. It is like peeling an onion. There is always another layer, and another, and another. And each layer is more beautiful than the last.“This is the way I look at the world. I don't see it as a collection of objects, but as a vast and mysterious organism. I see the beauty in the smallest things, and I find wonder in the most ordinary events. I am always looking for the hidden meaning, the secret message. I am always trying to understand the mystery of life.“I know that I will never understand everything, but that doesn't stop me from trying. I am content to live in the mystery, to be surrounded by the unknown. I am content to be a seeker, a pilgrim, a traveler on the road to nowhere. -- Henry Miller, Black Spring
This land is your land, this land is my landFrom California to the New York island,From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters; This land was made for you and me.As I was walking that ribbon of highwayI saw above me that endless skyway;I saw below me that golden valley;This land was made for you and me.I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footstepsTo the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;And all around me a voice was sounding;This land was made for you and me.When the sun came shining, and I was strolling, And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting: This land was made for you and me.As I went walking I saw a sign there,And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."But on the other side it didn't say nothing.That side was made for you and me.In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,By the relief office I seen my people;As they stood there hungry, I stood there askingIs this land made for you and me?Nobody living can ever stop me,As I go walking that freedom highway;Nobody living can ever make me turn backThis land was made for you and me.

“There was a feller that knew us Oakies, and he knew what it was like in Oklahoma, and he knew about the dust and the debts that covered us up, and he knew why we blowed out to California, because early in the deal, he throwed a pack on his back and traipsed around amongst us, and lived with us, and talked to us, and et with us, and slept with us, and he felt in his heart and knew in his head that us Oakies was a lookin' for ‘A Living WITH Labor’ —that man was John Steinbeck.” – Woody Guthrie