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It’s always someone else’s fault.
Sunday, September 13, 2026
Also Amazing If True
https://x.com/japan_nobunaga/status/2098929654409408714?s=46&t=cLq01Oy84YkmYPZ-URIMYw
“Nine months after September 11, a village in Kenya with no electricity, no running water, and no roads gave America the most valuable thing it had.
Fourteen cows.
This is not a joke. It is one of the most serious gifts this country has ever received.
Kimeli Naiyomah grew up in Enoosaen, a Maasai village near the Tanzanian border. His family was so poor they owned no cattle. Among the Maasai, that is the bottom. A family without cows is barely counted as a family.
At fourteen he ran away to a school where the lessons were held under a tree. He walked. He had no shoes, no books, no money. He asked to be let in anyway.
Years later he was a student at Stanford, in California, studying to be a doctor.
On September 11, 2001, he happened to be in New York City.
He watched the towers fall.
He was a Maasai warrior. Warriors are trained from childhood to run toward danger. He wanted to run to the pile. He could not help there. He did not know what to do with what he had seen.
Months later he went home to Enoosaen.
The elders had heard something on the radio. Vaguely. A place called New York. Buildings. Some of them had not heard at all. Nobody in the village had ever seen a skyscraper. Nobody had been on an airplane. The idea of a building a hundred stories tall, full of thousands of people, falling down, was not something the language had words for.
Kimeli sat with them and explained. Slowly. What a tower was. How many people. What it looked like when it came down. He told them what he had seen with his own eyes.
The elders listened. When he finished, one of them asked a question.
"What can we do for these poor people?"
Kimeli had already decided. He had saved money in America. He wanted to buy a cow, the first cow his family had ever owned, and he wanted to give it to the United States.
To the Maasai, a cow is not livestock. A cow is life. It is wealth, food, standing, survival. An elder explained it to a reporter in one sentence. A cow is the handkerchief we Maasai use to wipe away tears.
Kimeli asked the elders for their blessing to give his one cow to America.
Then, one by one, the elders stood up.
They wanted to give too.
In the end, fourteen families pledged fourteen cows. In a community of about ten thousand people who owned almost nothing else.
On June 3, 2002, the United States chargé d'affaires in Kenya, William Brencick, traveled to Enoosaen. A flight, then more than half a day by road across terrain that barely counts as road. When he arrived, hundreds of Maasai in red robes were waiting. Some held hand-lettered banners.
"To the people of America, we give these cows to help you."
The elders presented the fourteen cows. Brencick accepted them on behalf of the United States. He called it the highest expression of regard and sympathy.
Then there was a practical problem. How do you ship fourteen sacred cows to New York?
The answer the two sides arrived at was better than shipping them.
The cows would stay in Kenya. They would belong to the United States of America. The Maasai would care for them, forever, as America's herd.
They are still there.
The original fourteen have multiplied into dozens. Each one carries a mark carved into its ear, the outline of two towers. Their offspring fund scholarships for the children of the village. The U.S. embassy built a school there, and a water project.
When the story reached America, forty thousand people wrote letters to the village. A painting of the fourteen cows hangs in the 9/11 Memorial Museum. A children's book about them became a national bestseller.
Kimeli's own explanation was the shortest.
To heal a sorrowing heart, give something that is dear to your own.
A village that had never seen a skyscraper, that could not have found New York on a map, that owned almost nothing, gave America the one thing it valued most.
Somewhere in Kenya tonight, there are cows with towers carved into their ears.
They are ours.
They were given to wipe our tears. 🇺🇸🇰🇪“
Saturday, September 12, 2026
I Don"t Know If This Is True Or Not....
https://x.com/japan_nobunaga/status/2098750978279268510?s=51&t=cLq01Oy84YkmYPZ-URIMYw
"At Ground Zero, after the last living person was pulled out, the search dogs stopped eating.
So the police did something nobody had written down in any manual.
They climbed into the rubble, lay down, and pretended to be alive.
More than 300 dogs worked the World Trade Center site. They came from every corner of the country, on trucks and in cargo holds, with handlers who had been trained to do one thing. Find people who are still breathing under the ground.
That is what a search and rescue dog is built for. Not bodies. Life. They are trained on live human scent. When they find it, they bark, they dig, they light up, and the handler rewards them, and the whole thing means something.
The last living person recovered from Ground Zero was a woman named Genelle Guzman-McMillan. She had been buried for 27 hours. A dog found her.
She was the last.
After that, the dogs kept going out on twelve-hour shifts, across sixteen acres of smoldering steel, at temperatures that burned their paws, and they found nobody.
Nobody.
Day after day.
The handlers noticed it first. The dogs were changing. Their tails were down. They were not eating. They would come off the pile and lie flat and not look at anyone.
A veterinarian named Cindy Otto, who spent ten days there working night shifts to care for the animals, put it plainly. The dogs had been sent to find life, and every day they were finding the opposite.
It was breaking them.
An NYPD officer named Famiglietti described what happened next.
They pulled everybody off the rubble. Then they asked for volunteers.
The volunteers, police officers, went out into the debris and hid themselves. Under beams. In voids. Curled up in pockets of concrete. They were told to lie down like they were hurt. Then the handlers sent the dogs in.
Picture that.
A grown man with a badge, a man who had spent the last week pulling friends out of that same pile, lying down in it on purpose. Face down. Holding still. Waiting for a dog.
And the dog comes over the top of the wreckage, and catches the scent, and barks, and digs, and finds a person who is warm and moving and alive.
And the handler says good girl, good boy, and the whole team celebrates.
They called them mock finds.
They did it for the dogs.
They did it so the dogs would remember what they were for.
One of those dogs was a two-year-old golden retriever named Bretagne. She came from Texas with her handler, Denise Corliss. It was her first deployment. They worked ten days at Ground Zero. They found no survivors.
But firefighters would come off the pile, stone-faced, not speaking, and see the dog, and something would break open in them. They would kneel down. They would put their face in her fur.
One day a man walked up to Bretagne and started petting her. He told Corliss his best friend loved golden retrievers.
Corliss asked where his friend was.
The man pointed at the pile.
"He's in there somewhere."
He kept petting the dog.
Bretagne went on to work Hurricane Katrina and Rita. She retired at 10. She was the last known surviving search dog of 9/11.
On June 6, 2016, at age 16, she was carried into a veterinary office in Texas to be put to sleep.
Outside, a dozen firefighters from her fire department stood in a line in their dress uniforms, in the heat, and saluted as she went past.
They draped her in an American flag on the way out.
Three hundred dogs went into that pile looking for the living.
They found one.
And when they could not find any more, the men they worked beside laid down in the rubble and let themselves be found, so the dogs would not lose heart.
That is the whole story of Ground Zero, really.
Nobody could save the dead.
So they saved each other. 
"
And People Claim That The GOP Has A Conspiracy Theory Problem
https://x.com/chuckrossdc/status/2098560133664026836?s=51&t=cLq01Oy84YkmYPZ-URIMYw
"60 Democrats, or nearly 30% of the caucus, signed onto this letter that falsely claims there is an epidemic of racist lynchings of black people."
https://x.com/RepAOC/status/2098170460013834536
"This year, there have already been 10 reported hangings of Black people in the U.S. I’m proud to have signed onto
‘s letter to address these widespread modern-day lynchings and put a stop to this racial terror."https://x.com/RepPressley/status/2098122677424640000
"Black folks are being found hanged in America. This is a national crisis and we CANNOT stand by while strange fruit hangs from trees across the country. We're demanding a federal investigation NOW so we can stop modern-day lynchings."
https://x.com/theGrio/status/2098094363645444409
"EXCLUSIVE: Nearly 60 Democrats are demanding federal investigations into the growing number of Black Americans found hanging from trees, calling the deaths a “national crisis.”"
"Most high-profile cases of Black people found hanging in 2025-26 were ruled suicides by medical examiners and police, with no evidence of foul play. One remains a homicide probe. Framing as modern-day lynchings is not supported by official findings."
Old Stuff I Found
https://x.com/eithandhaimmd/status/2087977429092729009?s=51&t=cLq01Oy84YkmYPZ-URIMYw
" As we were putting together the HHS Report, it was stunning to see how many academic medical journals were blatantly admitting that proxy (i.e. false) diagnosis codes were being routinely used in gender clinics. And the authors of these academic publications are not just anyone, but former CMS officials from the Office of Minority Health and attending physicians from major university hospital programs, like the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics. In the latter case, the authors tacitly admit that 95% of the patients in the university's gender clinic who were diagnosed with "endocrine disorder, unspecified," did not have an actual endocrine disorder."
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