This breaks my heart. We moved to Portland in 1991- rented in the Western Prom until we bought in Cape Elizabeth. My kids were raised with Portland as our ‘city’- they preferred days spent there more than at Maine Mall.
Stellar museum. Amazing food. Working fishing boats. The Scotia Prince’s berth at the southern end of Commercial Street and the Million Dollar bridge before it was replaced being so low that it had to open multiple times a day to let the ships out.
I saw the beginning of the influx of immigrants come in- Portland High’s demographics change were already a thing before I left. And our elderly relatives up in Lewiston/Auburn were already talking about the changes there.
The Old Port was always two-faced: tourist-y quaint during the day and dining hours, pub crawl-y for locals after, but never dangerous.
We joke that in the divorce, my ex husband, a Maniac with 5 generations in the cemetery (rightfully) got custody of the state but I got visitation.
I don’t know if I want to see it this way
“Sit down, bitch…”
@HillaryClinton if you only knew how we despise you and pity that horn dog and serial harasser Bill. The man is already in Purgatory and he hasn’t even left this plane, yet. Poor Bubba
@HillaryClinton
Ma’am, I was the Air Force Lt. Colonel who carried the nuclear football for your husband inside that “people’s house” you’re suddenly so precious about. I saw it all up close for two years.
While Bill was getting blow jobs in the Oval Office from an intern and groping female Air Force enlisted crew on Air Force One, you and your staff treated the military with open disdain, like we were the help, not the men and women sworn to protect this nation. The disrespect for anything non-Clinton was palpable.
You lecture about “respect for the institution” while your husband lost the nuclear codes and shrugged it off.
And when you finally slinked out in 2001? You and your crew trashed the place—vandalism, theft, glue in drawers, obscene messages, stolen property, and filth left behind for the next administration. The GAO confirmed it. Classy exit from the “people’s house.”
The White House belongs to the American people, not your grifting dynasty. They just elected a fighter who actually respects the military and the office. Keep ripping off poor kids in Haiti, selling your merch and clutching pearls.
Sit down, bitch. The adults are back in charge.
Don’t argue with people over sixty. Just don’t.
It’s not just an age; it’s a masterclass in survival.
They grew up without Google, without DoorDash, without therapy podcasts, and without an "undo" button. If something broke, they grabbed duct tape, WD-40, a hammer, and a look of sheer determination that made even the broken appliance second-guess itself.
As kids, they knew exactly what kind of mood their mom was in just by the sound of how hard she slammed the cast-iron skillet onto the stove.
They were the original latchkey kids — walking home from middle school with a house key tied around their neck, with strict orders to heat up lunch and not burn the kitchen down. By the time they were ten, they could bike to the corner store, buy a gallon of milk for the neighbor, feed the family dog, and still have time to play freeze tag in the yard until dark.
Their knees were a permanent canvas of scrapes, bruises, and rubbing alcohol. Their universal first-aid kit was just a quick wash under the garden hose and a Band-Aid. If a bone wasn't sticking out, you were fine.
They drank water straight from that same hose, ate Wonder Bread covered in butter and sugar, shared a single glass bottle of Coke among five friends, and somehow didn't die from a lack of sanitization.
This is the generation that knows how to rewind a cassette tape with a No. 2 pencil. They know the suspense of waiting all week for a movie to air on TV, because if you missed it, it was gone. They remember rotary phones, looking up a family in a massive paper phonebook, and the excitement of getting a color television.
They survived party lines, typewriter ribbons, early brick cell phones, and flip phones — and today, they might accidentally send you a 7-minute voice memo where the first 6 minutes are just them breathing and asking, "Hello? Can you hear me?"
And don't you dare laugh.
Because without a GPS, these people could drive halfway across the country using nothing but an old paper map, a cooler full of sandwiches, and the gut feeling that "the exit should be coming up somewhere around here."
They are the ultimate masters of household magic. They can stitch, tighten, glue, and fix just about anything. And somewhere in their pantry, they have a "bag of bags" that is literally older than half the gadgets you own.
Leave people over sixty alone. They saw the world before the internet, and they navigated the world after it. And through it all, they didn't just get by — they thrived.
Dear Lush (cc Chelmsford City Council),
As a woman who had half a breast removed last year due to cancer, I am writing to raise my concerns about your “Proud of My Stripes” window display.
I am also, on behalf of other women who have experienced breast cancer, respectfully requesting its removal.
Because mastectomies are not a fashion statement, an identity marker or something to be celebrated.
They are something women undergo because they are ill, because they are frightened, because they are trying to stay alive.
Around 59,000 women are diagnosed with breast cancer in the UK every year. Many will undergo surgery - a mastectomy, lumpectomy or other procedure.
Others choose preventive mastectomies because they carry a high-risk BRCA gene mutation.
If a woman chooses to have her breasts removed to affirm a gender identity, that is her personal choice.
I honestly don’t know the number of women who have elective mastectomies for this reason.
What I do know is that it is a tiny number compared with those for whom breast surgery is medically necessary and not something to be celebrated.
I think I speak for many women who have experienced breast cancer - and for their families - when I say this:
Breast removal surgery is not something I regard as cute, playful or empowering.
Nor is it something I believe retailers should be celebrating.
For that reason, I am requesting that the display be removed and that @ChelmsCouncil apologise for promoting it on social media.
Yours sincerely,
Janet Murray
Notice how socialists never talk about seizing the wealth of George Soros or any of the other multi-billionaires who bankroll their operations. They would be praising Elon to the sky, and vigorously protecting his wealth, if he were politically on their side.
American water heater repairman says he’s noticed the average new water heaters last only about 7-10 years and then they must be replaced
But when he comes across old ones like this one from 1956, they last forever
This is because of a business model called Planned Obsolescence and it’s a business strategy companies now use to engineer produces to fail after a certain among of time
This way you have to keep buying the same product over and over again
This is a scam
A Korean fan was filming herself at the World Cup when a group of Mexico supporters behind her started pulling their eyes into a slant and laughing at her.
Social media tracked the main guy down.
He's reportedly the president of Jalisco's college of surveyors….
💥NEW: Jillian Michaels: “What I find so funny is that Obama — who shamed all of the black men for not voting for Harris — then went to fricking Virginia and campaigned AGAINST the black woman who’s a Marine … FOR a WHITE liberal who worked for the CIA.”
@CapatanEl4662 Oh darlin’ of course it’s not you, it’s your countrymen, right? Perhaps if all the ‘good’ and ‘law abiding’ ones would police their own and take out their own trash, others wouldn’t feel compelled to. And, the media couldn’t say a WORD about it!!!
@VelvetBarstool@Deedo_2026@jersiegel Labor Day is the 1st Monday of September. So this year that’s the 7th-more than likely, most will start that Wednesday or so.
Or???- today’s schools are kinda wacky with holidays etc anymore…
Sounds like Google never watched Jurassic Park.
MILLIONS of experimental mosquitoes introduced into Florida, a state that has quite enough of them, thank you very much.
Disrupt our ecosystem, introduce an experimental bug known for carrying disease, in a state already suffering from invasive species like pythons and iguanas.
What could possibly go wrong?
GO SUBMIT A COMMENT to EPA (open to the public until June 5th).
Yes, I submitted a comment today. You can, too!