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Pat Flood (@rebarcock) passed away 9/21/25. Pat played a huge role in encouraging the devolopmemt of this site and donated the very first dollar to get it started. Check the thread at the top of the board for the obituary and please feel free to pay your respects there. I am going to get all the content from that thread over to his family so they can see how many people really cared for Pat outside of what they ever knew. Pat loved to tell stories and always wanted everyone else to tell stories. I think a great way we can honor Pat is to tell a story in his thread (also pinned at the top of the board).
Master Thread Dance Your Cares Away/Fraggle/Law Abiding Citizens
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Terrence K Williams
Chicago Mayor said putting people in jail is racist and unholy.
Here is the Mayors Exact Words on “ We cannot incarcerate our way out of violence. We've already tried that, and we ended up with the largest prison population in the world without solving problems of crime and violence. Addiction on jails, incarceration—in this country, move past it. It is racist. It's immoral. Unholy. Not to mention, it does not work.
The U.S. Report
Rosie O’Donnell walked into her latest podcast episode brimming with confidence, cracking jokes to a live audience of nearly 400,000 viewers. She leaned into her trademark swagger, tossing out a jab that landed with a roar of laughter from the chat. “Barron Trump? Please. The kid’s a six-foot-nine hillbilly who lucked into a famous last name. Probably needs a teleprompter to spell ‘cat.’” The emojis poured in, Rosie basked in the applause, and for a moment she thought she had the room in the palm of her hand.Then the studio screen went black. A single notification appeared: **Incoming Zoom call.** The name on the request—Barron Trump. Rosie, drunk on her own bravado, hit **ACCEPT** without hesitation.
The feed opened to Barron seated in the Map Room, the White House seal perfectly centered behind him. He wore a crisp navy suit and carried himself with quiet composure. No shouting, no scowling—just a calm smile that suggested he was holding all the cards.
“Rosie, hi. Quick fact check,” he began. “My 11th-grade English teacher was Mrs. Hill from West Virginia—actual hillbilly country. She gave me the only perfect score in class for my paper on Faulkner. Meanwhile, you once tweeted that Joan of Arc was ‘burned for being a witch who heard voices.’ She was executed for heresy and later canonized as a saint. So which one of us is the dumb hillbilly again?”
The chat froze. Rosie’s producer whispered “oh shit” off-mic. Rosie sat stunned, her face draining of confidence. Barron wasn’t finished.
“And since we’re live, let me save your fact-checkers some time. That backstage clip where you called me a ‘future school shooter with dead eyes’? Already in the hands of Legal. See you in discovery.” He gave a polite wave. “Thanks for the free publicity, Ms. O’Donnell. Enjoy the rest of your show.”
With that, the feed terminated. Rosie sat frozen, her face cycling through every shade of red. Someone accidentally triggered the applause track, which played for three agonizing seconds before being cut.
Within hours, memes of Rosie’s stunned expression plastered across SAT flashcards and hillbilly jokes dominated social media. Her team scrambled to issue an apology twelve hours later. Barron never responded. He didn’t need to.
One Zoom call. One surgical takedown. One bully exposed by the quiet kid with receipts—and a White House Wi-Fi password.
