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Mark Gaspar
Mark Gaspar
@markgaspar.bsky.social
Copywriter in Atlanta by day (by way of Minneapolis and Chicago)servant to two dogs by the rising and setting of the sun. Lover of all things Minnesota sports. Banjoist.Trying to be formed by wonder. Read my Substack: https://thisinhabitation.substack.com
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One more reason why the government needs to take control of Starlink and SpaceX.
If this is accurate, Elon lied about not having control over Starshield, and he lied about the administration making the decision. More importantly, why is a private citizen even *able* to make decisions that could hinder US military operations?
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If Gavin Newsom runs for president in 2028, remember whose side he was on in the fight to rein in the wealth and power of billionaires in California. With @wkamaubell.bsky.social
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We need to keep America’s one good thing safe.
Dear friends: Pope Leo needs all our prayers, as he now faces treatment for lung cancer. Let me suggest that we ask Our Lady of Lourdes and St. Bernadette to intercede for him, as well as for his doctors, nurses and caregivers, so that he might be quickly restored to full health.
Nice to see good things can still happen in this fallen world of ours.
Fire Thom Tillis directly into the sun.
Alexander: "How confident are you that President Trump will not ask anyone to do anything illegal as it relates to midterms?" Tillis: "It'll work itself out." Alexander: "Why do you have the confidence?" Tillis: "Because January 6 worked itself out." Alexander: "Did it?" Tillis: "It sure did."
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Then out spake Brave Toretto, the champion of the race, "To every driver on this earth comes Fury soon or late; And how should man race better, than facing Furious woe, For the honor of his family and the pink slips of his foes?"
The city is his possession: he roars through it, head held high, leaving rubber upon the cobblestones. He is king, he does whatever he wants, blows through crosswalks, takes a man's pinks, has his daughter on the back seat. No one dares to race him. But the people of Uruk cried out at his fury