President Trump completely exposed Abdul El-Sayed, who is running for Senate in Michigan, "Abdul admitted he wants to pack the Supreme Court... his sister celebrated the terrorist slaughter of babies on Oct. 7... He recently campaigned with a communist fanatic who says America deserved 9/11. We deserved all that death!" Don't even get me started on the dog slaughterhouse he was running... Or the fact that he lied that he's a "physician and a doctor" when it was revealed that he never completed a residency, passed medical boards, or obtained an active medical license.

His name was Jeff Erlanger. He was born in Madison, Wisconsin, on November 30, 1970, a healthy baby for his first 7 months. Then doctors found a tumor on his spine. Surgery removed it and saved his life. It also left him a quadriplegic. He would use an electric wheelchair for the rest of his life. By age 5, Jeff needed another major operation, a fusion of his spine. Before the surgery, his parents asked him what he wanted most. They expected a small boy's answer. A trip to Disneyland, maybe. Jeff had a different answer. He wanted to meet Mister Rogers. Jeff and his older sister, Lisa, knew every word to every song on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. On television, a man looked straight into the camera and told children they were special exactly as they were. For a boy in a body that worked differently than other kids', that felt like real friendship. His sister wrote a letter to Fred Rogers, describing her brother and his wish. Fred Rogers wrote back. He happened to be traveling to Milwaukee. So in 1975, the Erlanger family drove to meet him, and the most famous children's television host in America sat down for breakfast with a 5-year-old boy in a wheelchair. That could have ended there. A kind gesture. A nice story. Instead, several years later, Fred Rogers wanted a child in an electric wheelchair for a themed episode on machines. His staff suggested finding a local child in Pittsburgh rather than flying someone in. Fred insisted on one name: Jeff. On February 18, 1981, an episode aired with 10-year-old Jeff Erlanger sitting beside Mister Rogers. The segment was unscripted. Jeff was simply told they would talk about his wheelchair and maybe sing a song. Jeff explained, in plain and confident detail, why he needed the chair, what his surgeries had been like, and what a person can do on the days they feel sad. Mister Rogers did not pity him. He asked real questions and listened, the same way he listened to every child on the show. Then the two of them sang together. The song was "It's You I Like," one of Fred's own compositions. Its message was simple: what matters is the person inside, not how their body looks or works. A 10-year-old quadriplegic and a 52-year-old television host sang that message to each other, live, on national television. Fred Rogers later called it his most treasured moment in the entire run of the show. Here is what most people miss: the friendship did not end when the segment did. Fred kept telling Jeff's story in speeches for years afterward, holding him up as an example of someone who faced enormous obstacles and still felt completely at ease with himself. Jeff grew up. He earned a political science degree from Edgewood College. He interned for Senator Russ Feingold and Representative Tammy Baldwin. He chaired Madison's Commission on People with Disabilities. He ran for city council in 2003. He helped bring accessible taxi service to his hometown. He needed many more surgeries along the way. He refused, every time, to be treated with pity. Then, in 1999, 18 years after that first television episode, Fred Rogers was inducted into the Television Hall of Fame. The ceremony's producers had arranged a surprise Fred did not know about. The person chosen to introduce him was Jeff Erlanger, now a grown man in his late twenties, rolling out onto the stage in his wheelchair. Fred Rogers did not stay seated the way formal etiquette expected. The moment he recognized his old friend, he leaped up, climbed the stairs, and ran to embrace him in front of the entire audience. Jeff closed his introduction with the same words from that 1981 song: it's you I like. There was not a dry eye in the room. Fred Rogers died of stomach cancer in 2003, at age 74. Jeff Erlanger attended his memorial service in Pittsburgh that May. Jeff himself died on June 10, 2007. He was 36 years old. He spent his short adult life fighting for people with disabilities, exactly the way the man who once sang to him always believed he would. The lesson Fred Rogers spent his whole career teaching sounds almost too simple for adults to take seriously: that every person has worth, and none of it depends on what their body can do or what they can give back. Most people teach a lesson like that and move on to the next one. Fred Rogers met one 5-year-old boy who needed to hear it more than most, and then spent the next 18 years proving he meant every word.

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How I Trojan horsed a Model Y into my parent’s garage… I took delivery of my Model Y Launch Series in March 2025. I leased it because I didn’t expect to keep it long. It is an incredible car. I let my mom drive it in May 2025 and she told me she wanted one. We tried to get one before the tax credit ended, but timing just didn’t work out right. In September, I saw an opportunity to offload my Model 3 Performance, transfer FSD to my current Model Y Performance, and get the tax credit before it expired. I took delivery of my Model Y Performance then brought the Model Y Launch Series down to my parents and told my mom it was hers to drive and if they wanted to buy it out of the lease I’d help. 3 weeks later, my moms Acura RDX was collecting dust…so my dad sold it. We bought it out of the lease earlier this year and she’s put nearly 10k miles on it since December. She loves it. It only took 7 years to get another Tesla in my family, but now my little sister wants one 👀

Princess Alexandrine: The Royal Child History Tried to Forget In 1915, a princess was born into one of Europe’s most influential royal dynasties with Down syndrome. At the time, society expected families like hers to do one thing: conceal her existence. Children with disabilities were often sent away, hidden from public life, and quietly erased from family histories. But her family chose a different path. A decision that would ultimately help preserve her life. On April 7, 1915, Princess Alexandrine Irene of Prussia was born into the House of Hohenzollern. She was the granddaughter of Kaiser Wilhelm II, the last German Emperor, and the daughter of Crown Prince Wilhelm. Soon after her birth, her parents realized she had Down syndrome. The world she entered was not kind to people with disabilities. Across Europe, eugenic ideas were gaining popularity. Disabled individuals were frequently viewed as burdens rather than human beings deserving dignity and care. Many wealthy and aristocratic families kept disabled children out of sight, placing them in institutions where they often disappeared from public memory. Alexandrine’s parents refused to do that. Known affectionately as “Adini,” she remained at home with her family. She appeared openly in official family photographs alongside her brothers. Rather than treating her as something to be hidden, her family embraced her as a cherished member of the household. Her mother lovingly described her as “the sunshine of our home.” At a time when visibility itself was an act of courage, their decision stood out. Then history took a dramatic turn. In 1918, the German monarchy collapsed. The imperial family lost its throne, influence, and much of its former position. Yet one thing remained unchanged: their commitment to Alexandrine. As a teenager, she attended the Trüpersche Sonderschule in Jena, one of Europe’s earliest schools dedicated to educating children with disabilities. There she was able to learn, socialize, and develop in ways that would have been impossible had she been hidden away. But an even darker chapter was approaching. When the Nazis came to power, disabled people became targets of one of the regime’s most horrifying programs. Under Aktion T4, thousands of disabled Germans were identified, removed from institutions, and systematically killed. The program eventually claimed the lives of more than 200,000 disabled people. Many victims were selected directly from care facilities and institutions. Alexandrine was not living in one. She remained with her family in Bavaria, surrounded by people who valued and protected her. The choice her parents had made decades earlier—to keep her visible, loved, and integrated into family life—helped shield her during a period when people exactly like her were being targeted for extermination. While countless others perished, Alexandrine survived. The years brought both tragedy and change. Her brother Wilhelm was killed during World War II in 1940. The empire her grandfather once ruled disappeared forever, replaced first by dictatorship and then by devastation. Yet Alexandrine continued on. After the war, her brother Louis Ferdinand remained devoted to her. Long after the family had lost its royal power, he regularly traveled to visit her near Lake Starnberg, maintaining that bond year after year until he became her last surviving sibling. On October 2, 1980, Princess Alexandrine Irene passed away peacefully in Bavaria at the age of 65. Her life was remarkable for another reason. When she was born in 1915, people with Down syndrome were often expected to live fewer than ten years. Alexandrine lived through two world wars, the fall of an empire, the rise and collapse of Nazi Germany, and decades of social change. She far exceeded the expectations of her era. She was later laid to rest beside her parents at Hohenzollern Castle. The photographs remain. A baby wrapped in christening garments. A smiling child standing beside her brothers. A young woman dressed for her confirmation. In every image, she is present—not hidden, not forgotten, not excluded. Her family was far from flawless. Like many members of Europe’s aristocracy, they carried their own complicated history and mistakes. But in one crucial respect, they defied the attitudes of their age. When society urged them to hide their daughter, they welcomed her into the light. When others questioned her worth, they treasured her. Alexandrine never led a political movement or changed national policy. Her legacy is quieter than that. She lived a life filled with care, acceptance, and belonging. And that may be the most powerful lesson of all. Because the choice her family made in 1915 was not merely an act of compassion. It was an act of recognition. They saw her value when many others could not. In a century that often denied humanity to people with disabilities, Princess Alexandrine Irene was allowed to be exactly what she always was: A beloved daughter, a cherished sister, and a woman whose life mattered. That simple decision—to love her openly and without condition—shaped the course of her entire life and, very likely, saved it.

Grok Imagine text-to-video prompt: SCENE CONTEXT One continuous locked-off wide shot inside a cluttered high-rise gaming apartment at night. A fully clothed adult man sits at his desk facing the monitor, absorbed in a computer game. An adult anime woman (age 22 or older) carrying a metal frying pan sneaks up behind him from frame-left, swings the pan hard and fast into the back of his head with a single whip-crack strike that knocks him out cold instantly, his head dropping hard onto the desk with a small bounce. She delivers a short Japanese line, then runs off frame-right while giggling. LOCATION MAP Foreground: edge of the desk and chair legs. Midground: the seated man at the gaming desk with dual monitors, keyboard, mouse, RGB lighting, and scattered energy-drink cans. Background: cluttered apartment wall with posters, shelves of figures, city-window view at night. The anime woman enters from frame-left rear, moves behind the man's chair, then exits frame-right. Warm practical room lamps mixed with cool blue monitor glow and red PC accent lights. FIRST FRAME / BLOCKING Wide shot already framed and locked. The man is seated center-right, torso facing the monitors, head slightly forward. The anime woman is partially visible at the far left edge of frame, body oriented toward the man, frying pan held low in both hands at waist height. Spatial relationship readable immediately: she is behind and slightly to his left, outside his peripheral vision. FORMAT MODE One continuous shot, the camera does not cut on its own. The frame stays identical from first second to last. OPTICS 47° neutral wide FOV, eye-level height matching the man's seated eye line, deep focus so both the desk and the space behind the chair remain sharp. No drift for the full duration. CAMERA Locked tripod, completely stationary, frame fixed for the entire 15 seconds. The operator stays hands-off after the first frame. ACTION 0.0s–3.5s — The man clicks the mouse and taps the keyboard with natural, focused movements, leaning slightly toward the monitor. The anime woman advances on light tiptoe steps from frame-left at about 3 km/h, body low, frying pan close to her torso, eyes fixed on the back of his head. 3.5s–6.0s — She reaches the position directly behind his chair and coils into a short compact wind-up: pan raised above her right shoulder, both hands gripping the handle, weight loaded onto her rear foot, hips turned slightly away like a batter ready to swing. 6.0s–6.5s — She uncoils and swings hard and fast: hips rotate first, shoulders whip through, the pan accelerates through a tight horizontal arc and reaches roughly 30 km/h at the moment the flat of the pan meets the exact center of the back of his head. The full swing takes 0.4 seconds from launch to contact, a single clean whip of motion. 6.5s–7.5s — Knocked out cold, lights out on impact. On the exact contact frame his eyes shut and every muscle releases at once. His head drops hard and fast, driven forward by the strike, and his forehead smacks the desk surface with a solid thud, bounces up once about five centimeters, and lands again, coming to rest cheek-down on the desk. His torso folds forward behind the falling head, arms flopping off the keyboard and mouse and settling limp on the desk. He is out cold and remains completely motionless from this point through the end of the shot, head down, dead to the world. 7.5s–10.5s — She lowers the pan to her side, stands upright behind the slumped man, and speaks her line with clear lip sync while looking down at his knocked-out body, chest rising with a satisfied breath. 10.5s–15.0s — She turns sharply to her right, takes three quick running steps toward frame-right at about 10 km/h, and exits the frame still holding the frying pan, body leaning forward into the run, shoulders bouncing with a giggle. PERFORMANCE Man: fully absorbed in the game until impact, natural micro-adjustments of hands and slight forward lean. From the contact frame onward he is unconscious dead weight: face slack, jaw loose, eyes closed, zero muscle tension anywhere in his body. After the head bounce settles he is a motionless heap draped over the desk, held perfectly still through the end of the shot, clearly out cold. Anime woman: bright adult face with clean 2D cel-shaded features, mischievous grin, tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth during the wind-up. The swing is committed and athletic: full-body rotation, arms extending through the arc, a small follow-through past the contact point before she checks the pan. After the hit her posture opens into a brief proud stance, then she pivots and runs with lively bouncing steps and a visible giggle that lifts her shoulders. Eyes stay alive with micro-saccades throughout. Playful older-sister prank energy, posture upright and comedic. PHYSICS The frying pan carries visible metal mass and inertia: it lags a fraction behind her hands at the start of the swing, whips through the arc with accelerating momentum, and stops dead on contact with a small vibration through the pan face and her forearms. The man's head falls as pure dead weight accelerated by the strike: fast drop, hard contact with the desk, one small five-centimeter rebound, then final settle with zero further motion. The desk registers the impact: a nearby energy-drink can jitters, the mouse shifts a centimeter. His torso folds forward behind the head and settles as a limp mass, no residual muscle movement afterward. Her hair and clothing trail the swing rotation with natural delay and settle after the follow-through. Her footsteps show clear weight transfer on the sneak and the exit run. LIGHTING Primary sources: warm 3200K practical desk and room lamps from upper left, cool monitor glow illuminating the man's face and hands, red PC case lighting under the desk. Soft natural falloff into the background. The pan catches a brief warm lamp glint as it whips through the swing arc, and the contact shadow of the pan and her arms sweeps across the man's back at the moment of impact. AUDIO Clear adult feminine Japanese anime voice with accurate lip sync delivering exactly: 「おやすみなさい！」 A sharp air-whoosh as the pan whips through its arc, ending in a single bright comedic metallic BONK on contact, followed immediately by a solid wooden thud as his head hits the desk and a lighter second tap on the bounce landing. Continuous quiet keyboard taps and mouse clicks up to the hit, then silence from the desk. Computer-fan hum, faint game audio from the speakers, quiet room tone, distant city ambience through the window. Her light footsteps on the floor, then a short bright giggle as she runs. Only the listed sounds and the single spoken line. STYLE Photorealistic cluttered apartment interior combined with a crisp, clean 2D cel-shaded adult anime character. Warm practical lighting mixed with cool monitor and red PC accents, natural contact shadows, light cinematic grain. Wholesome slapstick gaming-comedy tone, the energy of a classic anime frying pan bonk. POSITIVE LOCKS Camera remains completely locked and stationary for the full 15 seconds, identical framing first frame to last. The man keeps facing his monitors until the strike and is knocked out cold on the exact contact frame: head drops hard and fast, forehead smacks the desk, one small five-centimeter bounce, then final rest, body limp and motionless through the end of the shot. Single pan strike only, swung hard and fast with full-body rotation, the arc completed in 0.4 seconds. Anime woman is clearly adult (22+), modest casual gaming-themed clothing, 2D cel-shaded style only. Only the one scripted Japanese line is spoken.