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Some people don't know when to quit, and I'm one of them.

Joined September 2010
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Maureen Anderson retweeted
How hot is it? 🥵 "Everyone in McKinney is dead". 😂 Weatherman's quick adlib seeing the mistake on the map.
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You've probably heard this before, but it's always worth repeating. Something extremely cool about the "Star-spangled Banner," the American national anthem, is that it asks a question, and it's the question at the heart of everything in the American worldview. "Oh, say, can you see By the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed At the twilight's last gleaming..." So the anthem begins with a question and a scene. One man, a patriot, is asking another man, another patriot, "can you see it?" at sunrise after a long, dangerous night. The "it" in question is going to be revealed to be the flag, our "star-spangled banner," which they had last fully recognized and honored as the sun set, daylight failed, and night crept over them the evening before. Can you see it? Say! Can you see it?! IS IT STILL THERE?! "Whose broad stripes and bright stars Through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched Were so gallantly streaming..." Here we find that the "it" is in fact the flag, our star-spangled banner, and we learn why the question is being asked. The flag is described as having flown and streamed gallantly over ramparts of war through a perilous fight. All could have been lost. The flag, and even the fledgling country for which it stands, one nation under God and indivisible. Say! Can you see it? Now that the light is back? IS IT STILL THERE?! "--And the rockets' red glare, The bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night That our flag was still there!--" They could see it through the battle in the light of the rockets and bombs that threatened them, here and there in quick glimpses. But it was still there throughout! But now? At dawn? Say! Can you see? IS IT STILL THERE?! "Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free And the home of the brave?" The urgency is palpable with every refrain. They have to know. It's the first thing they must know as the sun begins to light the sky, even before it rises. IS IT STILL THERE?! Say! Say!! Can you see? Can you see it?! At the heart of every American beats the fundamental truth and reality that what we have here is precious, that it's worth fighting for, to the death if necessary, and that it's fragile. That at any moment it can be lost. That we have to remember to look for it because last night might have been the night in which it failed. Every day, every year, every generation. The American fight for freedom, to live in self-governance within ordered liberty, is ongoing and never-ending. The price of the land of the free is that it must be the home of the brave. We have to defend it, defend it, and defend it again, against all enemies foreign and domestic, because what we have is amazing, rare, fragile, and worth every cent of treasure, every drop of blood, and every risk to our sacred honor to protect it. Our anthem is not a declaration. It is not a proclamation. It is not a statement. It is a question. Every time we sing our wholly unique national anthem, we as American ask the question again. IS IT STILL THERE?! Are we still America? Does that star-spangled banner yet wave? Because it's a question, the answer is not known. It is not a guarantee. It cannot be taken for granted and isn't. And what an honor to ask and take up our part in the story, in the American Experiment, in the greatest country the world has ever known. For tonight, the last night of our first 250 years, as the sun gave way to twilight's last gleaming and darkness overtook our land once again, the answer was still yes. We can see it even tonight in the red glare of rockets, with small bombs bursting in air, fill the sky with the noble tribute of fireworks once again. And we all ask ourselves, will it still be flying at dawn? This is what it means to be an American. Happy 250th, America! Now for many happy returns! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
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Maureen Anderson retweeted
This Peggy Noonan column about the gift that World Cup fans have given us is incredible - The Tartan Army Takes America by @peggynoonannyc wsj.com/opinion/the-tartan-a… via @WSJopinion
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"I wish I were dumber so I could be more certain about my opinions. It looks fun." ~ @ScottAdamsSays via @walterwhitepill
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It was a dream of @ScottAdamsSays, @ElonMusk, to have the biggest funeral ever. Thanks to X, he is!
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A Final Message From Scott Adams
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Scott Adams, facing death, shows us how to live. Someone recommended “How to Fail at Almost Everything and Still Win Big” by Scott Adams. I had burned out on mainstream books, but picked it up, and was hooked. He had put into words a way of living, similar to one I had found, except his approach was systemic and analytical. Better than my own slapdash notes. Outside of religious texts, Adams was and is as close to a “guide to life,” as you’ll ever find. And even if you’re religious, you still live in this world, and would be wise to learn how to navigate it. Scott is closing in on the end of his life, and even now he is creating new beginnings. I’d better write this now, I won’t be able to when it’s too late. After losing Charlie Kirk, a lot of us are wondering how we can possibly write another obituary. While there’s much to complain about the internet and social media, those mediums expanded the sizes of our communities, our influences, and indeed our families. Too often we find new ways to hate people, instead of finding new people to love. Scott Adams comes up in conversation at every social event I host. “How is Scott Adams doing? Will he make it?” We all talk about streams we watched and lessons learned. It’s a memorial except he’s still alive. Scott would love to hear that, which is why I have said so repeatedly. I’ve lost too many people, via death or fallings-out, to leave feeling unexpressed. He’s been a surrogate father figure and mentor to millions of people. Scott Adams is not liked, he is loved. People don’t “like” Scott Adams, they aren’t “a fan of his.” They love this man. And I do as well. I’m still living in denial of his fate. We all are. We’d been making a film about the meaning of life, and while Scott Adams had been in both of our other films, we hadn’t booked him for Meaning yet. Then we found out he was going to take the ride of assisted suicide. Foolishly, we had assumed he’d always be around. Nobody ever dies, right? Your dad will be there to take your call the next time you phone home. Your friends aren’t going anywhere. That’s how we too often live. We could book Scott later. We reached out and he graciously agreed to be interviewed. We all knew it was going to be our last interview together. Scott and I are both efficient with our time. When a moment is over, it’s time to go do something else. Obligations call. The crew pushed this one as long as we could. After the interview wrapped up and the gear was packed and it was time to go, there was an awkward pause. I broke it. “Scott, we love you.” He said thank you. “No, Scott, we love you, I mean it, we all do. We love you.” None of us broke down crying, not that there would have been any shame in that, but we no doubt all soon will. Well then, what is the lesson of Scott Adams? On a practical level, the lesson of Scott Adams is the power of showing up. Nobody works harder and on a more regular schedule. You can set your clock to Scott’s show. Too many of us wait for the muse of inspiration or the jolt of information to force us into action. Work, everyday, maybe in obscuring and without tangible benefits for years. Eventually you’ll hit your mark and go beyond. Scott plugged away with his streams from a small account (after a huge career via Dilbert) and soon became must-watch, and then transcended his role to becoming something much more. On a spiritual level, we might ask, why do we love Scott? It’s not because he’s so smart (he is). There are not shortage of intelligent, clever, Machiavellian, and rich people with podcasts. When one of them dies, what is lost? All of that Ego and desire for adoration, and does anybody even care? When those people fall while living, who will be there? Scott is loved because he’s devoted his life to service to humanity. “What is the meaning of life,” is the question we ask every interviewee, and Scott’s answer, “Be useful to humanity.” Despite pain, sickness, and inevitable death, Scott is doing his daily streams, serving his country and all of humankind until his end. He’s a light to the world and a mirror for all of us. What exactly are we doing with the gift of life given to us by God. (Scott believes in the Simulation, but I believe God evens this all out in the Judgment.) Are we doing enough for others? Are we doing anything for others? Like everyone else, I’m capable of throwing myself a pity party. Sometimes when life is going too well, and I don’t have real problems, I invent some. That’s where the Ego brings you, recursively worshipping itself, and when that fails, tormenting itself, as each path leads to its own attention. May all of us live more like Scott Adams, and may God bless his immortal soul when he passes. P.S. I ran this article through Grok for typos. The original version had “immoral” soul where I meant it to read “immortal.” I think Scott would have had a great laugh had that typo been left in.
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Maureen Anderson retweeted
Elon’s purchase of Twitter was the single most consequential act of the last decade. It restored free speech, broke the Overton window, and enabled the second American revolution.
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I love a pop quiz. Surprise is my truth serum, the payoff for engaging.
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The notion that everything has a solution is increasingly lost on me. I want to be the person who played her hand with grace.
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I ❤️ NY
Unsuspecting people stumbled upon an empty field with a goal, goalie, and soccer ball sitting on the penalty spot. Some walked by and ignored it. Others took their shot...
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Have you ever loved a city so much you get this little ache inside just thinking about it?
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Best compliment you’ve had lately? Mine was this: “You write like someone who’s having a good time.”
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“Find someone who looks at you the way Darrell looks at his miter saw.” #TheKaOfKatie
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Why are miniatures of anything so enchanting?
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