@Icelandair we were stranded for three days with a baby in Iceland trying to make it to our son’s baptism. We were denied lodging and were forced to return home, missing this special event. Call center in India has been no help getting us a refund or flight credit.
South Africa won’t allow Starlink to be licensed, even though I was BORN THERE, simply because I am not Black!
We were offered many times the opportunity to bribe our way to a license by pretending that a Black guy runs Starlink SA, but I have refused to do so on principle.
Racism should not be rewarded no matter to which race it is applied.
Shame on the racist politicians in South Africa. They should be shown no respect whatsoever anywhere in the world and shunned for being unashamedly RACISTS!
@bbahart@Fly_KansasCity I’m on a plane now and they’re saying the sweep is still underway. After that, it’s going to be prob another hour or more before we’re able to go to the gate and get off the plane
To honor Bill Clinton’s testimony under oath today, let me recount some of Bill’s sexual predation. He’s guilty AF.
When I was the Air Force Military Aide to President Clinton, I traveled with him everywhere. One night, we were returning to D.C. late after a long trip to Europe on AF-1. We landed at Andrews Air Force Base, Maryland, like we always do. We helicoptered on Marine One to the White House. We were all tired. It was around midnight when we landed on the South Lawn.
After deplaning with the “Nuclear Football” and a few of the president’s bags, I followed him to the residence elevator and ensured he was good before sending him up to bed. The presidential valets were ready to receive him. I headed to my bedroom in the East Wing. I was bushed. I showered and crawled into my bed to fall asleep to the TV. Shortly thereafter, my phone rang, and it was the AF-1 presidential pilot. “Buzz, we have a problem,” he said. "Oh s**t,” I thought.
Apparently, Clinton had cornered a female AF-1 steward in the galley and molested her. She was young, a staff sergeant, and married with children. I knew her, liked her, and she was super sweet. Now, she was in tears and sitting in front of the AF-1 pilot and commander. I asked the pilot, a really good guy, what she wanted. He told me that she didn’t want to be another “bimbo”; she wanted to remain in the Air Force and be promotable.
All she wanted was an apology. She just wanted it to go away. In the time of Monica Lewinsky, Paula Jones, and Kathleen Willey, this wasn’t surprising to me. It was, however, terribly disappointing and sad. I knew inherently that if I, or anybody else in the military, had done something similar, we’d be at Fort Leavenworth breaking big rocks into little rocks. Yet here was the “commander in chief,” and all he was facing was the prospect of an apology. I was appalled.
So, that morning, a few hours later, and as a young major, I had to walk to the Oval Office and tell the President of the United States that he needed to apologize to the young lady for his assault. Over my years as a combat pilot, I’ve been shot at with hot metal by men who really wanted to kill me, but this was the toughest day in my life. I remember on my way to talk with him thinking, “I didn’t sign up for this sh*t.”
I approached Clinton in the Oval Office. I’d arranged for his personal aide to be there too. He was nonplussed. Quiet. But he didn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed.
Two weeks later, on our next trip, we got the two together on board AF-1 in the president’s office, and he offered a very uncontrite “half apology.” He didn’t care. He was filling a square and covering his tracks. It was stunningly disappointing.
If anybody in the military had done that, it would’ve been jail, expulsion, or both. It would’ve been Fort Leavenworth. But not for this president, not for this man. It was just another day. Yet another in my experiences working for a man with absolutely no integrity and no moral fiber. Character matters in people, especially our leaders, and in Bill Clinton, there was none.
For thousands of years, babies slept with their mothers. When they cried, they were attended to. Then two men came along: Dr. Holt and John B. Watson. They said babies should be trained. That babies had to fit the assembly line schedules of their parents. "Newborns must cry to expand their lungs," they claimed. "Simply let them cry it out." And that's how the "cry it out" sleep training method was born. Watson treated babies like experiments. "Never hug or kiss your child," he wrote. "Shake hands with them in the morning." After all, mothers needed rest, to attend to their husbands and households. Watson had four children. Three attempted suicide. One succeeded. And we still follow it today. Because once you convince a mother to ignore her baby's cries, you've broken something primal.
@CaseyDeSantis@CaseyDeSantis please explain why the scorecard and the actual charts have significant discrepancies. Why did Kendamil goat receive such a good rating when the table says it has one of the highest levels of arsenic?
@SuzyDuzy5 @TaylorRMarshall You’re the problem. This is something you heard from someone years ago and it was convenient to believe this. We know better now. Babies cannot self soothe, they look to their caregivers to regulate their tiny nervous systems. You ancient twat.
Australia passed a law yesterday that no child under 16 can have a social media account. The day it passed, it deleted every single child account across multiple social media apps.
Well done, Australia! 👏🏾