@rg807

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Joined August 2010
In 2005, Oneida shut the flatware factory in Sherrill, New York. A town that had made silverware for MORE THAN 100 YEARS was supposed to be finished. Two men refused to let that happen. Their names are Matt Roberts and Greg Owens. Roberts had managed that factory. Owens was another former Oneida manufacturing manager. When the company ended U.S. production, they bought the plant and the equipment and reopened it the NEXT DAY as Sherrill Manufacturing. They did not have a giant rescue fund. They did not have a Hollywood ending waiting. They had a building, some machines, and a workforce that knew how to make forks, knives, and spoons. At first they kept making product for Oneida. Then Oneida pulled the remaining American work and sent it overseas. That should have been the end. It wasn’t. They took government flatware contracts to keep the lights on. In 2010 they filed Chapter 11. They sold unused equipment. They sold space they could no longer fill. They leased back only the part of the factory they could still run. They came out of bankruptcy in 2013. Then they did the thing that saved the company. They built their own brand: Liberty Tabletop. They sold 18/10 stainless flatware straight to customers who wanted tableware MADE IN THE UNITED STATES. Not through a department store that could drop them overnight. Direct. Today Liberty Tabletop is the only company still manufacturing stainless steel flatware in America. Same town. Same trade. U.S. steel. About 70 jobs. They did not bring back 2,000 workers. Nobody did. What they saved was the last line. If you want American-made forks and spoons, this is the factory that still makes them. Support Liberty Tabletop. THIS is what keeping manufacturing in America actually looks like. 🇺🇸
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In 1835, at an estate auction in Kentucky, a woman named Clara Brown stood and watched her husband and her three surviving children sold off to different buyers. She spent the next forty seven years looking for her daughter. Clara was born around 1800 near Fredericksburg, Virginia, and was enslaved from birth. She was moved to Kentucky as a child. She married a man named Richard and had four children, Richard, Margaret, and twin girls named Eliza Jane and Paulina Ann. Paulina drowned when she was small. When the man who owned them died in 1835, the estate was broken up and sold, which in practice meant the family was auctioned off in pieces to four different people. Eliza Jane was about ten years old. Clara never saw her husband, her son, or her older daughter again. She was bought by a man named George Brown in Russellville, Kentucky, and worked for him for roughly twenty years. When he died, his will freed her. She was in her mid fifties. Kentucky law at the time required freed Black people to leave the state. So being given her freedom also meant being ordered out of the only place she had ever lived. She worked her way to St. Louis, then to Kansas. In 1859 news of gold in Colorado came through, and she got herself onto a wagon train heading west by hiring on as the cook, in exchange for the outfit agreeing to haul her laundry kettles. Seven hundred miles. In Central City she opened the first laundry in Gilpin County and washed for the miners. And it turned out she was a formidable businesswoman. She saved. She bought property. She put money into claims. At her height she owned sixteen lots in Denver, seven houses in Central City, and property and mining interests in Boulder, Georgetown and Idaho Springs. Somewhere around ten thousand dollars, which is roughly a million now. She also fed and housed whoever showed up needing it, which is where the name Aunt Clara came from, and the church services she hosted in her own cabin became Colorado's first Protestant congregation. And the entire time, she was looking. After the Civil War she went back east, to Kentucky and then Tennessee, trying to find her family. She did not find them. What she did instead was find other formerly freed people with nowhere to go and no way to get anywhere, about sixteen of them, and pay out of her own pocket to bring every one of them to Colorado. The money went. Some into claims that failed. Some to real estate men who cheated her. Most of it to people who needed it, and to the search, which she never stopped running, decade after decade. Then in 1882 word finally came back to her. There was a woman in Council Bluffs, Iowa, named Eliza Jane. Clara was 82 years old and had almost nothing left. She went anyway. It was her. Forty seven years. She brought her daughter and her granddaughter back to Denver with her. She died three years later, in October of 1885. The governor of Colorado and the mayor of Denver came to the funeral, and the Colorado Pioneers Association, which had voted her in the year before, conducted the service. She arrived in Colorado with a load of wash kettles and no money, built a small fortune out of other men's dirty shirts, and spent essentially all of it on other people and on one ten year old girl she had been sold away from in 1835. She found her.
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America lost one in six of its neighborhood bars in a single decade, and the killer was real estate math. A bar like this can pour $3 beers because the building was paid off decades ago. The owner often lives upstairs. No rent, no investors, no debt service on a Pabst sign that's been hanging there for 40 years. The moment that building sells, the math dies with it. A new operator inherits a market-rate lease, which forces $9 drinks, which forces a renovation to justify $9 drinks, which produces another exposed-brick cocktail bar where the dive used to be. The Midwest kept its dive bars because of how they got built in the first place. Before Prohibition, Milwaukee's breweries put up corner taverns themselves. Pabst and Schlitz wanted guaranteed outlets for their beer, so they built bars directly into residential blocks. That's why these places sit on quiet snowy corners between houses instead of on commercial strips where rent explodes. Chicago had around 3,300 tavern licenses in 1990. It's down to about 1,200. At the worst of the decline, America was losing six neighborhood bars a day. And every single closure is permanent. You can't build a dive bar. You can only inherit one.
Yearning for a Midwest dive bar in the middle of winter
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PAGING HEZBOLLAH Israel's beeper operation was the most phenomenal intelligence operation of the century. Mossad sold boobytrapped pagers to Hezbollah, to blow its terrorists' balls off if they attacked Israel. Now it's a documentary 🍿
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This is not a photograph. Every leaf and every reflection was put there by hand, in oil, by the Danish painter Peder Mørk Mønsted in 1894. It is called Wooded path by a river, and it captures the hardest thing there is to paint: a forest in full sunlight. Light through trees never falls evenly. It scatters into countless flecks of brightness and shadow, a glow on one leaf, darkness on the next, a glint on the water that would vanish the moment a cloud passed. Get those even slightly wrong, and the whole thing collapses into a green blur. Mønsted got every one of them right, and in doing so he captured something anyone who has stood alone in a wood will recognize immediately: that hush that falls over you, the sense of being completely at peace, and the feeling that the whole world has paused to breathe…
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Repost if you wish @rickygervais would host another awards show.
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Have you ever seen what you probably called “Indian corn” and wondered why it looks like plastic, or how anyone ever ate it? Those hard, shiny ears in Thanksgiving centerpieces, the speckled red, blue, and yellow cobs on the door, the dried corn in a fall wreath, are usually flint corn. Bite one and it feels like small stones. The kernels will not burst sweet. They look impossible to eat because, raw and dry, they nearly are. That hardness is the point. Dry grain keeps. Soft sweet corn does not. That decorative cob and the ear in the grocery bin are the same species, Zea mays. They are not the same corn. Field corn and sweet corn are different varieties, bred and harvested for different jobs. The ear you buy at the store and the corn that fed Pueblo, Mesoamerican, and Southwestern households for centuries are different kinds of maize, taken at different stages, eaten for different reasons. Confusing them is why a lot of people stop reading accounts of wood ash, lime, and winter pots and think, “But I eat corn all the time and nobody boiled it in ashes.” That’s because we aren’t talking about the same corn. Store corn is sweet corn. Sweet corn was bred for genetic traits that keep more sugar in the kernel and slow its conversion to starch. It is picked while the kernels are still immature and milky. The hull is thin. A lot of the sugar is still sugar. You boil it, grill it, freeze it, or can it and eat it as a vegetable. A cob or a cup of kernels is a side dish, not the bulk of your calories for the winter. That is why you can cook it in plain water and be fine. Field corn is the other harvest. Dent, flint, and flour corn are left on the stalk until they dry hard. By then most of the sugar has become starch, the hull is tough, and the kernel is a grain you store, grind, or nixtamalize. That is the corn behind posole, hominy, masa, tortillas, atole, chaquegue, and piki. It stores. It travels. It fills a pot when nothing green is left in the field. Untreated, it is also a poor staple. Mature field corn is too hard to chew. The outer hull, the pericarp, does not slip off. Most of the niacin in that dry kernel is chemically locked, bound in a form called niacytin that human digestion does not free well. Maize is also low in tryptophan, the amino acid the body can convert into niacin when the diet is thin. Eat untreated mature corn as your main food and you can get pellagra: rash, diarrhea, dementia, and death. That is not folklore. It is what happened in parts of the American South and in Europe when people took the crop and left the process behind. The process is nixtamalization. The word comes from Nahuatl: nextamalli, ash-corn. Across New Mexico and the Pueblos it was often clean wood ash from juniper, piñon, cedar, or chamisa (rabbitbrush), gathered from the fogón or the outdoor fire, sometimes drawn off as lye water through an ash hopper. Elsewhere it was slaked lime, called cal. Same chemistry, different kitchen. Hot alkaline water does three jobs at once. It weakens the hull so the skins rub off in the rinse. The kernels swell, split, and soften. That is how you get whole posole instead of rocks in the pot. It breaks the bonds that keep niacin trapped. The vitamin becomes available to the body. Lime also loads the grain with calcium. Protein becomes more usable. Blue corn kept with juniper or chamisa ash keeps that blue-gray color and picks up minerals and flavor that show up in atole and piki. Then you wash. Hard. Basket after basket, pot after pot, until the alkali is gone. What remains is food that can carry a household through winter. Indigenous communities did this for millennia. Pellagra was virtually unknown where the process was daily life. It exploded where corn arrived without the cook. In the early twentieth-century South, poor diets of meal, molasses, and cheap meat, often untreated Midwestern field corn degermed for shipping, produced hundreds of thousands of cases. The crop was blamed. The missing step was the point. Fortifying flour with niacin later closed the gap in the commercial food supply. It did not make the original knowledge less exact. So why does the bag at the store not require this? Because you are not living on dry dent corn. Sweet corn is a different harvest of the same species. Immature kernels hold more of their niacin in forms the body can use. You eat a little of it. A modern diet already includes meat, dairy, beans, enriched flour, and much else. Canned hominy, masa harina, and most tortillas you buy already went through nixtamalization at a plant. The chemistry was done for you, then dried or canned. None of this is a claim that you must lime-soak corn on the cob. It is a description of field corn as a staple grain, and of a culinary science that made that grain safe and sufficient. If your elders cooked posole outside over an open fire, someone in the family still knows the smell off that kettle. That smell is alkali, corn, and winter being solved in one pot. Same plant. Two harvests. One of them needs chemistry, one doesn’t.
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BREAKING: NASA chief Jared Isaacman says SpaceX is incredible and the United States would be seriously challenged in space without SpaceX. “They’re our most important launch partner. We can’t send astronauts to and from the space station without them... We are fortunate.”
All-In Summit: NASA Administrator Jared Isaacman A New Era for NASA and American Space Exploration (0:00) NASA Administrator Jared Isaacman lays out the state and future of NASA (17:59) Moon base, creating new space industries, NASA's next chapter (23:29) How to make Mars realistic (25:30) Recruiting, moonshots, the "Nuclear NASA," new vehicles and the importance of humans in space (32:43) Allocating capital toward scientific discovery and deep space research (35:46) Space Race 2.0: China and Russia @rookisaacman @NASAAdmin
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Tomorrow is the second anniversary of Operation Beepers. Big Mazal tov
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I reread this every year. I cry like a baby every year. Todd Beamer died a father, husband, and hero. Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked. Lisa: I understand. Can they see you? Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake. Lisa: Your name?Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.Todd: They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor. Lisa: Are you okay? Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again. Todd: A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true? Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan. Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call. Lisa: I promise. Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy. Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd.(Lisa patches in the FBI.) Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol. Todd: I understand. I’ll be back. Todd: Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot. Lisa: What are you going to do? Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out. Todd: Would you pray with me?They pray the Lord’s Prayer. Then: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Todd: God help me. Jesus help me.Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.
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One of the most haunting visualizations of September 11, 2001: watch as the skies over the United States suddenly empty as the FAA grounds all flights.
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What leads man to deny historical facts or other scientific evidence? Why do we still have Holocaust deniers despite a plethora of evidence? When he arrived with his men at the concentration camps, he had no doubts. He ordered that as many photographs as possible be taken of the mass graves where bones, clothes, decomposed skeletal bodies were piled up like random pyramids. Photographs of all the freezing barracks that were used as dormitories, photographs of barbed wire, crematoria, uniforms, caps, control towers, weapons, torture instruments. Photographs of survivors so close to death that they could speak to them and return them to anyone who looked at them without even having to open their mouths. Without speaking, without words. Eisenhower demanded that all German residents of nearby towns be taken to concentration camps to see the reality of events and that these civilians be forced to bury the bodies of the dead. And then he explained: " Let us have as much documentation as possible – whether it be film recordings, photographs, testimonies – because there will come a day when someone will stand up and say that none of this ever happened ." Because one day someone will come and say that all this never happened: repeat, frame and sanctify this phrase. What Eisenhower saw when he entered the camps changed him forever. Few accounts capture those moments in full detail, but the records he left behind tell a powerful story about leadership, shock, and the weight of truth.
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Remember when Edwin Moses was a sweet hurdling bastard? Motherfucker won 122 races in a row jumping over shit while looking like a founding member of Earth, Wind & Fire. We were witnesses.
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🚨 BOOM! GOV. RON DESANTIS just MIC DROPPED New York: "We have 4 million more residents than New York State does, yet our budget's $117 billion, their budget's $268 BILLION dollars!" "We have the lowest per capita tax in the country, we've paid off just since I've been governor, 52% of our state's debt, and we have a smaller government today than the day I took office. See, it can be done!" 👏🏻
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The last 4 at bats for Big Dumper HR HR HR HR
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Junior Bridgeman made about $2.95 million in his entire twelve year NBA career. Never more than $350,000 in a single season. He died worth $1.4 billion. And the way he did it started with him working a drive-thru window while he was still an active player. Here's the whole thing. Bridgeman went 8th overall in the 1975 draft, then got traded to Milwaukee in the deal that sent Kareem Abdul-Jabbar to the Lakers. He was never a star. He was a sixth man, one of the best in the league at it, long before there was an award for the job. Twelve seasons, 13.6 points a game, zero All-Star appearances. Solid pro. Nothing that makes you rich. So in the late 1970s, during the offseason, Bridgeman got a job at a Wendy's in Milwaukee. Not as an owner. Not as an investor. As a cashier. Working the window, taking orders, handling complaints, watching how the kitchen timed tickets during a lunch rush. He didn't need the money. He needed to know how the business actually worked. Then in 1988, a few years after he retired, a woman walked up to the counter at a Wendy's in South Milwaukee and a tall man handed her a tray. She recognized him as an NBA player. Later that week she called a local radio station to complain about it. Bridgeman was driving to his downtown office when he heard her on the air saying it was a shame that a former NBA player had to work fast food. He owned the restaurant. And several others in the city. His first attempt at it had actually failed. He and teammate Paul Silas opened a Wendy's in Brooklyn together and it went under. He started over in Milwaukee with a handful of locations and just kept buying. At its peak his company owned more than 450 restaurants across the country. Wendy's, Chili's, Fazoli's, Golden Corral. At one point he was the second largest Wendy's franchisee in America. In 2016 he sold most of it for a reported $250 million. Then he did the thing that made him a billionaire. He took that money and bought Coca-Cola bottling territory. Heartland Coca-Cola, covering Illinois, Kansas and Missouri, and later a stake in Coke's entire Canadian bottling operation. Bottling is unglamorous, protected, and enormously profitable. Heartland grew toward a billion dollars in annual revenue. In 2020 he bought Ebony and Jet magazines, two of the most important publications in Black American history, for a reported $14 million, after they'd gone through bankruptcy. And in September 2024, Junior Bridgeman bought a 10 percent stake in the Milwaukee Bucks at a $4 billion valuation. The team that traded for him in 1975. He went from a bench player on that roster to an owner of it. In February 2025, Forbes put his net worth at $1.4 billion. Only four men who ever played in the NBA have reached a billion dollars. Michael Jordan. Magic Johnson. LeBron James. And Junior Bridgeman, who averaged 13.6 points a game. He is the only one of the four who wasn't a superstar. The other three built on fame. He built on knowing how a kitchen runs. On March 11, 2025, Bridgeman was in Louisville doing a television interview when he said he thought he was having a heart attack. He died at the hospital that day. He was 71. The Bucks retired his number 2. A sixth man who never made $350,000 in a season spent his summers learning to run a drive-thru window. Fifty years later he owned a piece of the franchise. For more stories like this, follow us on any platform @thesportsontap
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My bad, A Bainbridge Island millionaire -Who locked the state down for 975 days (No Kings?) -Who told us he is the only one who can save us from Covid (savior complex?) -Who told us that the CCA would only cost pennies (GSW?) -Who spent tax payer money like a drunk hooker -Who set in motion a multi billion dollar tax payer funded climate grift -Who doesn’t seem to understand budgets despite 12 years in office -Now wants you to believe that the state is not actually planning to expand an income tax to everyone in the state… if you like your income you can keep it… I totally believe it … totally
Hi Brian. Wonderful to hear from you as always. I live on Bainbridge Island, not Idaho, among neighbors who want funding for schools, child care, and health care—not tax breaks for hedge fund millionaires like yourself.
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Washington's income tax has a rigged referee. The State Supreme Court blocked Let's Go Washington's referendum on the new income tax before voters ever got a say. LGW qualified I-645 anyway. The AG’s office then wrote a biased Public Investment Impact Disclosure — and an activist Thurston county judge denied LGW a hearing to even challenge it. Now The Center Square exposes even more evidence of how the deck was stacked. SEIU 775 Treasurer Adam Glickman (first pi below) — treasurer of the one of the public unions benefitting from an unconstitutional income tax and bankrolling the "No on 645" campaign — sent letters straight to AG Chief of Staff David Postman, coaching the state on how to write the ballot title and summary so repeal initiatives would fail. Postman isn't some unknown bureaucrat. He was Jay Inslee's Chief of Staff for five years, the architect of Inslee's political machine. Now he's running point at the AG's office, and the first call he takes on ballot language comes from the union writing the checks to kill I-645. Postman forwarded Glickman's letter to Solicitor General Noah Purcell — the same official who helped write the tax's legal defense AND the original bill. The supremes blocked an up or down vote. An activist judge blocked the hearing. SEIU wrote the script. Former AG Rob McKenna calls it "obviously highly irregular." That's the polite version. The tax's own beneficiaries writing the rules for their own trial — with an activist judiciary clearing the path. You need to vote like the state depends on it Vote YES on I-645. thecentersquare.com/washingt…
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Rob Green retweeted
Spain just went dark in the middle of the day. Total solar eclipse. Absolutely unreal. 🌑🇪🇸 Tarragona, Spain 🇪🇸
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Sure. I used different words in different combinations to tell different stories. 😑
Replying to @WilliamShatner
I’m seeing on Amazon that you’ve written several books. Could you explain briefly the difference between them?
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