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[Sarah Fields @SarahisCensored]

This broke me.

Find this man. Find him and I will personally fundraise for him.

[Collin Rugg @CollinRugg]

Bend, Oregon man who shot and killed a shooter at his daughters' school speaks out, praises female teacher for fighting the shooter, allowing him to have a clear shot.

Kaylub Giamanco says he is haunted by the sound of children pleading for their lives.

He also praised the teacher for grabbing the gunman's weapon, allowing him to take a shot at the shooter.

"I want to recognize [the teacher]. She gave me the opportunity to make my shot without losing my life..."

"I swung the door open, and I stepped in, and I fired, and they dropped to the ground... I looked down at the gunman, and he was scrambling for his weapon. And I looked at him, and I shot him 2 more times..."

[Scott Friedman 🎟️ @ScottFriedman3]

The sickening stories keeping coming in…😢😢😢

SHAME ON YOU, @StubHub.

Imagine being a kid, a HUGE @Brewers fan, and finding out you’re going to see your team play in the WORLD SERIES! ⚾️💙💛

The excitement. The anticipation. The memories you’re already imagining making.

Now imagine having that excitement ripped away because a company sold your 3 tickets that you bought, that they apparently can’t deliver.

That’s exactly what we’re dealing with right now.

We purchased THREE tickets to the Milwaukee Brewers World Series for Game 1 last Tuesday(13th) through StubHub. We selected our section, our row, paid for our tickets, and received our order confirmation.

Everything was supposed to be set.

Then suddenly, StubHub tells us they’re “searching for replacement options” because they can’t provide the tickets we purchased.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

How does a company accept someone’s hard earned money, confirm a purchase, and then turn around and say they can’t fulfill it?!

And their solution? We can request a refund while they continue looking for tickets.

THIS ISN’T ABOUT THE MONEY.

It’s about the experience. It’s about the memories. It’s about the excitement of a kid, his dad, and grandpa, who thought they were going to watch their favorite baseball team play on the biggest stage in baseball.

Look at the first picture. That’s the disappointment you’re creating, StubHub.

A refund doesn’t replace that moment.

And here’s what really bothers me…

StubHub advertises a “FanProtect Guarantee” and tells customers their orders are “100% guaranteed.”

Guaranteed WHAT, exactly?!

Because from where we’re sitting, that guarantee doesn’t feel worth much when you can’t deliver the tickets you sold us.

We did everything right. We purchased through a major ticket marketplace. We trusted the confirmation. We trusted the guarantee.

Now it’s time for StubHub to make it right.

We aren’t asking for anything extra. We want the three tickets we paid for, or comparable or better seats together, at no additional cost.

Stubhub…DO BETTER.

Please SHARE this. Not just for us, but for every fan who has trusted a ticket company with an experience that means so much more than the price of admission.

ℹ️Brandon Barker

[Paul @Paulrestore]

POS!

[Royce White 🇺🇸 @Highway_30]

We must publicly execute these demons! Anything less is wholly unjust.

Royce White for President
America 1st, Just Right™️

[Nancy Mace @NancyMace]

If you don't want to be a mom, there are options. Murdering your children isn't one of them.

EVER.

[Curt Schilling @gehrig38]

No trial, just hang the demon.

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

🚨#BREAKING: Two TODDLERS have STARVED TO DE*TH in South Carolina, the MOTHER has been arrested for "not giving them food or water"...

She was allegedly suffering from "postpartum depression" and was discussing Lindsay Clancy.

The FATHER was ARRESTED for "harassment" for attempting to SEE his daughters.

Yes, you read that right.

Their mother, 31-year-old Justine Marie May, is charged with two counts of homicide by child abuse.

According to the affidavit, she told detectives she'd been in a "blur" for two weeks and couldn't remember the last time she gave her daughters food or water.

Emory was 2 and a half. Harlow was the baby.

May was a preschool teacher.

Teacher of the Month, 2019 with a room full of 2-year-olds.

Then, this summer, her family says "something broke in her"

Her family says she was "normal for over 30 years." In late July she left the girls' father.

By mid-August she'd cut off her mother.
By August 23rd, the dad.

He never saw his daughters again.

The grandmother banged on the door.

May's response: "Showing up banging at my door is not okay."

She complained police had been to the house "way too many times." She said police were "on my side."

On September 4th, the grandmother sent a long email, according to the family.

She named a "countdown on the wall in crayon." She wrote that she was afraid this "could lead to you harming the girls and/or yourself."

She begged to take the children.

May's answer: "Don't question my motherhood again."

September 11th, police came out again.

May texted her mom: "Good try with the police."
Then blocked her.

That SAME DAY, the girls' father was arrested. Second-degree harassment.

May asked for a no-contact order and a judge GAVE her one.

The man trying to see his kids got HANDCUFFS.

The woman with a countdown on the wall got a court order PROTECTING her.

September 13th, the grandmother on the dad's side posted publicly: "I'm begging you to get help, before you harm your babies."

May's own brother: "We need to get Justine help... I beg of you!!!"

September 14th, a welfare check.
Police told the dad the kids were okay.

Fifteen days later they were de*d.

...AND IT GETS WORSE.

The family says DSS had an open case for about a MONTH.

The family says they were warned they could be ARRESTED FOR HARASSMENT if they kept requesting welfare checks.

The electricity was shut off.
A bank notice was on the door.
The trash was overflowing.

The sheriff's own affidavit admits deputies had been to that house on prior welfare checks. They knew exactly who lived there. They knew two toddlers were inside.

Monday, the grandmother emailed the chief of police. One more plea.

Tuesday, 1:13 p.m., officers pulled up to Pinewood Drive.

1:30 p.m., the chief emailed her back.

By then deputies were already inside.

Sadly, Emory and Harlow were "beyond the point at which lifesaving measures could be performed."

They are no longer living.

The affidavit says investigators allege May's failure to provide "adequate food and fluids" contributed to both de*ths, and May herself told them she believed they passed away because they hadn't eaten.

WE DO NOT HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!!!!!!!

[The Kingdom @MahomeSZN]

You can only retweet this if your team is 3-0.

[Riley Gaines @Riley_Gaines_]

Listen to all three minutes. No notes, just a mom who doesn't play about her kids.

This is the new standard for parents who care about what their kids are learning in school.

[Stephen A Smith @stephenasmith]

Sound bite of the Year!

[KC Sports Network @KCSportsNetwork]

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[ConservativeOkie_Patriot47 @Okie_Patriot46]

I need to make a very PUBLIC announcement on behalf of younger GenXers and older Millennials.

If you see someone in their 40s or 50s who seems a little boring now, I need you to understand something...

We already got it in.

Like...GOT. IT. IN.

We are not sitting home on a Friday night because we never knew how to have fun.
We are sitting home on a Friday night because we have seen enough.

We went to parties in houses that should have been condemned and were almost certainly owned by the local drug dealer.

We saw police lights and RAN and not across a nice, flat field.
INTO THE WOODS.

Do you understand the athleticism required to hurdle uprooted tree roots in platform shoes while simultaneously trying to keep your low-rise jeans from sliding completely off your ass?

And somehow...we never spilled the Zima. We never spilled the Boone’s Farm.

That was TALENT.

We slept on floors in strange houses because the designated driver either never showed up or, in a shocking turn of events, was drunker than everybody else.

There was no Uber, Life360 or Find My Friends.
There was just somebody named Mike saying, “I know a shortcut.”

And we FOLLOWED MIKE.

We closed down bars and then decided the night was still young, so we drove to Atlantic City, where we somehow managed to get drunk, sober up, get drunk again, sober up again and then get drunk a THIRD TIME before breakfast.

And according to our parents? We were at Michelle’s house.

Eating pizza and watching movies.

Michelle’s mother unknowingly covered for approximately 17 people every weekend. If there even was a Michelle.

We drank things called Purple Passion, Mad Dog 20/20 and whatever somebody mixed inside a giant plastic garbage can. Nobody asked what was in it. You grabbed a red Solo cup and trusted the process.

We went to clubs until the lights came on. Do you know the psychological damage of seeing a nightclub with the LIGHTS ON? Nothing good happens after those lights come on.

We danced for four straight hours in shoes that permanently altered the structure of our feet.

We made entire plans without cell phones...no texts, dropped pins or group chats...just an extremely questionable sense of direction.

We rode in cars with 11 people when the vehicle legally seated five. Someone was always sitting on someone. Someone was always in the hatchback.
And there was always one friend yelling, “DUCK!” when we passed a cop.

So yes...now we like being home.
We like sweatpants.
We like cancelling plans.
We like saying, “That sounds fun!” with absolutely no intention of attending.
We like restaurants at 5:30 because we can get a good table.
We like being home by 8:17.

And if someone texts at 9:30 PM and says, “What are you doing?”
Sleeping...we are sleeping.

Because this is not boring my friends...this is retirement.

We already played, partied and danced on the bar.
We already ran from the cops through a wooded area dressed like a Spice Girl.

We have stories that cannot be posted because there are still people with careers, marriages and reputations to protect. And thank GOD there were no camera phones.

So kids, when you look at your Gen X and older Millennial parents sitting peacefully on the couch watching Dateline at 8 PM and think:
“God, you guys are boring.”

Sweetheart...oh sweetheart.
You are looking at retired legends.

Put some respect on our names. We're probably the reason Life360 was invented.

xoxoxo (posted from someone else on FakeBook) 🤣 #genx #oldandtired

[jacob @jxcxbrxss]

I lost my Dad on 9/11. I don’t get a lot of reach on here. But I just wanted to share a picture. He was 39. I thought he was old. I’m now in my mid 30s and I still feel like a kid.

He was a great trader. He loved markets. He loved to find a stock no one was talking about.

The first trade I ever placed was on his work computer, where he let me click the button to buy AMAT. I loved going to the office with him. It was electric.

He was the best dad. We spent hours out in the street after dinner where he’d throw “pop flys” for me to catch. Eye on the ball.

He loved watching Sponge Bob and eating cereal, wrestling with us in the living room. He just loved being around his kids so much, and we knew it. I’m so grateful I got a dad like that.

Love you, Pops.

[Sophie Cunningham @sophaller]

May we never forget this day, America. I pray for the people who died, the families and friends affected by this horrible tragedy, and for our nation to be united. Extend grace and spread a little more love to someone today❤️

[Grand Marshall Skrain G. Dukat @marshalldukat]

“Let’s roll.”

[Elliot Kathreptis @RealKathreptis]

Lost my brother 25 yrs ago in the South Tower. "Lost"- not an ounce of his DNA was ever recovered.

Vaporized into thin air.

His father escaped, he did not.

Physical is gone, the memory remains.

Bless the victims & families who continue to grieve. #NeverForget 🇺🇸 @RutgersU