🚨 RUBIO JUST SAID THE NUMBER THEY NEVER WANTED ON TV 🚨
Americans work 40 years.
They retire.
Social Security: $800. $900. A thousand a month.
Somebody who got here from Cuba three months ago: $1,500 a month.
Marco Rubio said it out loud.
“So imagine if you’ve been working here for 40 years and your Social Security check is smaller than the benefits going to a 28-year-old, able-bodied person who just got here. That’s real. That happens. That’s happening every day. That makes no sense.”
You paid in.
They landed.
They beat your check.
That’s not compassion.
That’s a slap in the face with your own tax dollars.
@Alan_Couzens I took a first date to one of their shows, we got separated by the mosh pit and only found one another after the show. She had a black eye and was missing a shoe and I was bleeding from a couple of places, had a couple contousions, and a pronounced limp. Great date!! 🤘
Day 5 of getting @elonmusk in Uranus!
Hey Elon , we know you got busy building rockets and saving free speech, but that candy-company idea deserves a launch of its own. 🚀
Uranus has your backside! You handle Mars, we’ll handle Uranus and we will get your fudge packed for ya'.
Where do we send your package?
Una victoria para la humanidad:
"Encontraron los abrigos el jueves por la mañana. Quince abrigos de invierno. Buenos buenos, no basura. Colgado de la valla de malla metálica fuera de la escuela primaria Lincoln. Ninguna nota. Sin explicación. Solo abrigos, cerrados como fantasmas esperando cuerpos. El director Morris se volvió loco. Llamé a la policía. "Podría ser robado", dijo. "Podría ser algún tipo de broma."
Pero entonces Kayla Martinez, de ocho años, dijo que su madre trabajaba de noche limpiando oficinas y que este año no podía permitirse un abrigo de invierno. Llevaba tres sudaderas con capucha en capas. Tocó una morada en la valla, del tamaño adecuado, y susurró: "¿Puedo?" La señora Álvarez, la profesora de educación física, dijo que sí antes de que nadie pudiera detenerla. Para la comida, los quince abrigos habían desaparecido. Quince niños que habían estado temblando durante el recreo estaban cálidos. ¿El jueves siguiente? Veinte capas. Valla diferente, mismo barrio, fuera del centro comunitario. Luego aparecieron treinta abrigos en el refugio del centro. Luego mantas. Luego botas de invierno. Ninguna cámara captó nunca quién lo hizo. No hay reclamaciones en redes sociales. Solo... abrigos. Todos los jueves. Todo el invierno.
Las noticias lo recogieron. Los llamaba "El Ángel de la Valla." Entrevisté a familias agradecidas. Pero nadie lo sabía.
Hasta marzo.
Murió un anciano, Earl Hutchins, setenta y un años, vivía solo en un apartamento en el sótano de la Cuarta Calle. Cuando vaciaron su local, encontraron recibos. Recibos de tiendas de segunda mano. Cientos de ellos. Había estado comprando todos los abrigos decentes de invierno que encontraba, gastando todo su cheque de discapacidad y colgándolos por la noche.
Su sobrino encontró una entrada de diario: "Perdí a mi hijo por la exposición en 2004. Estaba sin hogar, orgulloso, no aceptaba limosnas. Se congeló detrás de un contenedor con una camiseta. Si pongo abrigos en una valla, nadie tiene que pedirlo. Nadie tiene que admitir que necesita ayuda. Simplemente lo aceptan. Dignidad intacta."
Soy Kayla Martínez. Ahora tengo dieciséis. Ese abrigo morado me sirvió para pasar cuarto de primaria. Nunca conocí a Earl. Nunca pude dar las gracias.
Pero el pasado noviembre, llevé el dinero de mi niñera a Goodwill. Compré seis capas. Los colgó en esa misma valla.
Mis amigos lo vieron. Compraron abrigos. Luego sus padres lo hicieron. Luego el instituto empezó una recogida de abrigos, no para un contenedor, sino para la valla.
El jueves pasado hubo 200 capas. También pañuelos. Guantes. Ahora lo llamamos "Earl's Fence". Hay uno en Detroit. Uno en Manchester. Uno en Vancouver.
Nunca conocí al hombre que me salvó de congelarme. Pero me estoy convirtiendo en él, una capa a la vez.
Porque el mejor tipo de ayuda no pide crédito. Simplemente queda ahí, en silencio, esperando que manos frías encuentren calor."
Que esta historia llegue a más corazones. 💜
From Karl Streed -
I BET YOU DIDN'Y KNOW ABOUT THIS: AFTER FLIGHT 77 HIT THE PENTAGON ON 9/11, THE FOLLOWING HAPPENED.
A daycare facility inside the Pentagon had many children, including infants who were in heavy cribs. The daycare supervisor, looking at all the children they needed to evacuate, was in a panic over what they could do.
There were many children, mostly toddlers, as well as the infants who would need to be taken out with the cribs. There was no time to try to bundle them into carriers and strollers.
Just then a young Marine came running into the center and asked what they needed. After hearing what the center director was trying to do, he ran back out into the hallway and disappeared. The director thought, "Well, here we are, on our own."
About 2 minutes later, that Marine returned with 40 other Marines in tow.
Each of them grabbed a crib with a child, and the rest started gathering up toddlers.
The director and her staff then helped them take all the children out of the center and down toward the park near the Potomac .
Once they got about 3/4 of a mile outside the building, the Marines stopped in the park, and then did a fabulous thing - they formed a circle with the cribs, which were quite sturdy and heavy, like the covered wagons in the Old West.
Inside this circle of cribs, they put the toddlers, to keep them from wandering off.
Outside this circle were the 40 Marines, forming a perimeter around the children and waiting for instructions. There they remained until the parents could be notified and come get their children.
The chaplain then said, "I don't think any of us saw nor heard of this on any of the news stories of the day. It was an incredible story of our men there.” There wasn't a dry eye in the room.
The thought of those Marines and what they did and how fast they reacted; could we expect any less from them? It was one of the most touching stories from the Pentagon.
It's the military, not the politicians that ensures our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It's the military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.
If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women, who have served and are currently serving our country, and honor the memory of those who have given the ultimate sacrifice!
God Bless The USA!
Never forget!!!
A letter to our Senators and Representatives.
Gentlemen,
I am a 64-year-old American that has worked and paid taxes since I was fifteen years old. I have never taken any type of handout from anyone, including the US government. After 49 years of working, I have decided to retire, at least partially. According to you, it’s “early retirement”. I don’t consider 49 years of working, “early”. Had I been a government employee I could have retired 29 years ago, or had I been a senator, I could have retired, what… 39 years ago? with full retirement pay and free healthcare for life.
Because I retired before reaching my “full retirement age”; which is decided by you, I have a reduced Social Security payment, which you refer to as a “benefit”. I see it as a return of my money that I have paid in for 49 years. This reduced payment is not enough to live on. The payment at full retirement age is not enough to live on. I have to work some, to supplement my income, but low and behold I can only earn a certain amount (which is still not enough to live on) and then you start docking my Social Security.
Apparently, I earned too much at some point because I just received a letter from the SSA stating that my next three SSA payments will be cut in half, and the real kicker is I still “owe” $38.00. I can’t work more to make up the difference because I will only be further penalized.
It is extremely infuriating, as an American citizen, to be treated this way. Look at the amount of fraud, look at the number of people, many of whom have never paid a dime into the system, receiving free benefits from the government. Look at the billions paid to and on behalf of illegal immigrants. All I want is the money I paid in and a chance to retire in peace.