En 2015, à La Mecque, 107 pèlerins sont morts dans la chute d’une grue. Aucun chrétien digne de ce nom n’a utilisé ce drame pour appeler les musulmans à se convertir.
Le malheur d’autrui n’est pas un argument religieux, mais un révélateur de votre morale.
He's baaaaaaack 👀
The #Canes have activated forward Seth Jarvis from the injured non-roster list.
We've also recalled forward Skyler Brind'Amour from the @Chicago_Wolves and assigned forward Bradly Nadeau to Chicago.
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Western liberals imported the third world into France and other countries in the name of diversity and compassion. They ignored fundamental questions of assimilation and compatibility. They were told it would lead to this and they didn't listen.
I pray that France, a beautiful country of amazing people, will stop this madness before more of its landmarks burn.
And I hope Americans are paying attention. This is the future congressional Democrats seek for your country.
You have no choice but to save the United States. There is literally nowhere left to go. This is it. The last bastion. The Alamo. Last stop Saloon. If the US completely falls, it's checkmate Earth. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, you can't opt out. There is no Shire.
So many Hockey Geeks infecting our PERFECT sport, by bringing their "Mathematics" into a sport where decisions are made on the spot. Watching hockey Dorks is a very SAD experience, as these Losers try to turn our Incredible Sport into a Calculus Equation. Perhaps these LOSERS should go and apply to NASA, where their Lousy Resumes will very Rapidly find their way into the Paper Shredders. WEAK! Thank you for your attention to this matter. NHL President Donald J. Trump
MILWAUKEE YOU LISTEN TO ME. IF YOU'RE NEAR A CONVENIENCE STORE RIGHT NOW. ANY TYPE OF 24 HOUR STORE. GO INTO THE STORE RIGHT NOW AND PUT YOUR HAND IN THE CASH REGISTER FOR NO REASON. THAT MONEY IS YOUR MONEY AS OF RIGHT NOW.
I often think about how He was born in a wooden manger, grew up working with wood, and died on a wooden cross. The fabric of Earth carried its creator from cradle to grave. I wonder if, despite His suffering, if for a moment hanging up there, the dogwood cross smelled like home.