Robert Tyson
@roberttyson.bsky.social
Vintage Book & Music seller on Etsy. Philly Sports Fan. Prolific Playlist Maker, one-time Christian Music Know-it-All.
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This is conspiracy theory stuff. China doesn’t need to spy on baby monitors to know what Americans are doing. They can just open Instagram, Facebook, TikTok, or one of the many apps that Americans use to share the kind of information that two generations ago couldn’t be waterboarded out of them.
HINSON: As a mom, I think about watching a baby monitor. That's a very intimate moment with your baby and to think the Chinese could be spying on your morning routine
BARTIROMO: Why are they spying on moms?
HINSON: They just want to know what Americans are up to to undermine our way of life
BARTIROMO: Why are they spying on moms?
HINSON: They just want to know what Americans are up to to undermine our way of life
November 21, 2025 at 1:14 PM
This is conspiracy theory stuff. China doesn’t need to spy on baby monitors to know what Americans are doing. They can just open Instagram, Facebook, TikTok, or one of the many apps that Americans use to share the kind of information that two generations ago couldn’t be waterboarded out of them.
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I usually just write “Happy Birthday.” But my friends aren’t human-trafficking pedophiles.
July 17, 2025 at 11:21 PM
I usually just write “Happy Birthday.” But my friends aren’t human-trafficking pedophiles.
It's Opening Day and the @mlbtv.bsky.social app won't let me listen to the first game of the season. This sucks.
March 27, 2025 at 7:11 PM
It's Opening Day and the @mlbtv.bsky.social app won't let me listen to the first game of the season. This sucks.
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As the holiday season of 1938 came to Chicago, Bob May wasn’t feeling much comfort or joy. A 34-year-old ad writer for Montgomery Ward, May was exhausted and nearly broke. His wife, Evelyn, was bedridden, on the losing end of a two-year battle with cancer. This left Bob to look after their
December 7, 2024 at 3:01 PM
As the holiday season of 1938 came to Chicago, Bob May wasn’t feeling much comfort or joy. A 34-year-old ad writer for Montgomery Ward, May was exhausted and nearly broke. His wife, Evelyn, was bedridden, on the losing end of a two-year battle with cancer. This left Bob to look after their