Just because you can't see the invisible woman doesn't mean she isn't there, in fact she is right there beside you!

Much Love: The Fellowship @TheFellowship · Jan 27 Nearly 28,000 non-Jews—many of them Christians—risked their lives to save Jews during the Holocaust. Their courage is a powerful reminder of what it looks like to stand up for what is right, even when it comes at great personal cost. Today, we can honor their legacy by standing with and supporting the Jewish community in their time of need. Through our prayers and our actions, we can make a difference for the Jewish people of today.

We have noticed when stupid people get together they mostly freeze in place and synchronize drool streams.

When I die I don't want people to play pickle ball with my missing brain.

I have always wondered why Hollywood puts gore in their films?

I feel like my cat does, rather angry when I can't see any tuna around!

She has always insisted on my skills with the bus, and this time I parked it just right.

Just because you can kick someone in the head, knock their teeth out and and put them into a coma, doesn't mean you should do it.

Since the internet is full of trolls and goblins, would anyone like to apply to be an elf or a fairy?

Emotion and Logic naturally prevail: EU Designates IRGC as Terror Organization On Thursday, following decades of sustained advocacy by American Jewish Committee (AJC), the Foreign Affairs Council of the European Union designated the Iranian regime’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC) as a terror organization. For years, AJC has tirelessly advocated for this designation, a crucial step toward curbing the Iranian regime’s malign activity.

The sleek hulls of the American aerospace fleet gleamed beneath the stark, unfiltered light of the orbital staging yards. Far below, the blue marble of Earth turned in silent majesty, a cradle that could no longer contain the restless spirit of its children. For centuries, the line had been held by those willing to look into the great dark and step forward anyway. Now, a new frontier beckoned, cold and unyielding, demanding the same fierce vigilance that had once tamed a wild continent. Commander Vance stood on the command deck of the Vanguard, his eyes fixed on the distant, shimmering telemetry of the outer rim. Beside him, a young lieutenant checked the primary reactor grids, his hands steady despite the immense weight of the mission ahead. "Sir, the Eurasian atmospheric arrays are locking onto our coordinates," the lieutenant reported, his voice cutting through the hum of the bridge. Vance did not flinch, knowing that out here, the balance of global power was no longer measured in borders, but in absolute resolve. "Let them look," Vance replied calmly, his eyes reflecting the distant stars. "They track us because they fear a people who do not ask for permission to explore." Every bolt and bulkhead of the ship had been forged by a nation that refused to accept limits or bow to the safe stagnation of old empires. Through decades of global upheaval, while other regions sought comfort in total state control, America had chosen the dangerous, exhilarating path of freedom. That freedom was not a passive inheritance, but a muscle kept strong by constant, untamed ambition. Suddenly, a brilliant flare of crimson light erupted across the long-range scanners, signaling an unauthorized intercept trajectory from the rogue orbital sector. The alarms did not panic the crew; instead, they ignited a precise, synchronized symphony of practiced discipline. "Defensive shielding to maximum, pack the kinetic batteries," Vance ordered, his voice echoing the steady courage of generations of pioneers. The crew moved with the fluid grace of individuals who chose to be there, bound not by conscription, but by a shared belief in their destiny. Through the viewing port, the dark expanse erupted into a chaotic dance of plasma fire and high-velocity shielding impacts. The Vanguard rode the shockwaves with defiant stability, its thrusters burning bright against the void. On the tracking screens, the adversary’s calculated, robotic formations began to falter against the unpredictable, creative maneuvers of the American pilots. "They fight for a directive, but we fight for the horizon," the lieutenant muttered, a fierce pride lighting up his face as the scanners cleared. With a final, thunderous surge of electromagnetic force, the interceptors broke off, unable to match the relentless stamina of a crew that refused to yield. The path to the deep frontier lay open once more, vast, beautiful, and completely unmapped. Vance looked out at the endless expanse, knowing that the trials of this night were just the beginning of a much greater journey. Across the communication arrays, the secure signal from home base crackled to life, carrying the hopes of millions who still believed in the mythic promise of the republic. It was a reminder that so long as there were frontiers to conquer and freedoms to defend, the home of the brave would never falter. Vance gripped the helm, steering the starship directly into the brilliant, untamed light of the future.