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[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@REMASCULATE Wow, for a second I thought that was Rosie O'Donnell.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

Americans — a confession from Japan you were never meant to hear.

We are terrified of fascism. Not the version in your textbooks. The version that lives inside us.

In 1941, no dictator dragged the Japanese people into the dark. We dragged each other. Neighbor watched neighbor. Mothers reported their own sons. One doubtful word at the fish market and the police came in the night. The village went silent. That silence lasted four years and killed millions.

That is how a free nation dies. Not with jackboots. With whispers.

And right now — the same silence is being built again in Japan. Not by the right. By the Left.

They throw our gates open. Strangers pour in by the millions — Muslims, Africans, people who will never bow to our dead. And when a Japanese grandmother dares to say, "wait — slow down — let us think," she is dragged into the public square and branded a fascist. A racist. A monster.

Hear me clearly: in our country, "racist" is no longer a moral word. It is a muzzle. A weapon. A silencer pressed to the mouth of every citizen who still loves Japan.

If we fall, Beijing feasts. Moscow carves the atlas. The lights of the free world blink out — Tokyo first. Seoul next. Washington within a generation.

So I come to you — Americans. The one nation on earth that still salutes its own flag without flinching.

Do not let the Democrats take your country again.
Do not let your patriots be shamed into silence.
When America stands, the free world stands.

From one wandering samurai in Tokyo, to every patriot across your fifty states —
You are not alone.
You are the wall.
Stand.

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@japan_nobunaga I wish I could like this post over and over and over again.

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@usludurkizim 22

[James Woods @RealJamesWoods]

Think before you vote this November.

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@Mr_Husky1 The Whale

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@Becky_Weiss_ You are always spot on

[Cleta Mitchell @CletaMitchell]

Let’s talk about the US mail. I wrote a thank you note in late June. Yes. An honest-to-God, handwritten thank you note. Put a stamp on it, put it in the mailbox, put up the little red flag. Next day, little red flag is down, mailbox is empty. I live in North Carolina, the addressee is in Washington, DC.

On Aug 27, I received the following text from the person to whom the thank you note was addressed:

“I just got an envelope addressed to me from you, postmarked June 23, but the envelope was opened and nothing was in it. Do you recall what was in it?”

I said “a thank you note to you for….” I asked if she could send a photo of the envelope. Yup. That is the envelope with my return address…. Addressed to my friend. It took 9 weeks plus two days for a simple first class piece of mail to arrive at its destination from NC to the District of Columbia, and it was missing the contents.

Then today, I saw an email chain on the NextDoor app, which I occasionally peruse. What got my attention was that the starting post was from someone who lives nearby who had paid some bills by writing checks, putting them into the envelope with stamps, placing the envelopes in his mailbox, and subsequently learning that the mail had been stolen, the checks cleared his bank account the next day from a location a few towns away. Bad stuff. But the response from all the replies was totally unsympathetic. All the replies were that “you cannot possibly put a check in the mailbox and be surprised that it is then stolen or mis-delivered”. With all the accompanying stories of similar bad experiences.

And yet, we are all supposed to suspend our brains when the subject turns to voting by mail. @realDonaldTrump is somehow a dictator for trying to make sure that ballots sent / returned by mail are tracked, that the addresses are accurate, the voters are citizens … and the Democrats and some puke GOP Secretaries of State howl about how trying to secure this absurdly insecure system is a terrible, awful thing.

Couple of thoughts:

We MUST reduce the quantity of voting by mail by reestablishing true “absentee” voting. The only people who should be allowed to vote by mail are those who cannot get to the polls to vote in person. That would significantly increase the possibility that the ballots cast by mail might be authentic and timely. The reduction in volume might help with oversight of the process. I emphasize “might”.

But here’s the real question: If you won the lottery….would you put your winning lottery ticket in an envelope, put a stamp on it and put it in the US mail?

I didn’t think so. Neither would I. And my ballot, my vote, is easily as valuable as a lottery ticket.

Join the Election Integrity Network - @EIwatchdogs - and help us restore voting in person, in precincts, and make Election Day great again. Stop the ridiculous reliance and march toward universal vote by mail - a recipe for corrupt elections.

This year, Vote In Person, the first day of early voting. VIP1.

#MakeElectionsBelievableAgain

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

After September 11, more than a million tons of the World Trade Center was loaded onto barges and shipped to a garbage dump on Staten Island.

Then hundreds of men and women stood at conveyor belts for ten months and picked through every ounce of it by hand.

They were looking for people.

The place is called Fresh Kills. For fifty years it was the largest landfill in the world. It took its last barge of household trash on March 22, 2001, and shut down for good. New York was finally done with it.

Five and a half months later, at two o'clock in the morning on September 12, the landfill's director got a phone call at home. He had just walked in the door.

Two trucks were at the gate. They were carrying pieces of the World Trade Center.

He drove back.

The man who ran the dump would later say, without any drama, that if Fresh Kills had not been closed, this could never have happened. There would have been no room. The garbage would have been in the way.

The site was empty. So that is where the towers went.

Here is how it worked.

At Ground Zero, cranes and grapplers lifted the debris into dump trucks. The trucks drove to a pier on the Hudson. There, the load went onto barges, six hundred tons at a time. The barges were towed down the harbor, past the Statue of Liberty, to Staten Island. More than fifteen hundred barges made the trip.

At Fresh Kills, sanitation workers unloaded them onto a hill.

And then the sorting began.

The debris was mechanically screened into three sizes. Chunks bigger than eight inches. Two to eight inches. A quarter inch to two inches. Anything smaller than a quarter of an inch, the size of a fingernail, fell through the last sieve.

Everything above that size went onto a conveyor belt.

And along the belts stood the detectives.

NYPD. FBI. Port Authority police. Medical examiners. Dressed head to toe in white Tyvek suits, in masks, in gloves, on a hill that stank of jet fuel and pulverized concrete and things nobody wanted to name. Looking down at the belt, hour after hour, as the towers rolled past them a fist-sized chunk at a time.

When they saw something, they reached in and took it, and placed it in a white bucket at their feet.

A wedding ring. A photo ID. A set of keys. A shoe.

A piece of a person.

The white buckets went to a tent that served as a morgue.

The volume was beyond comprehension. In mid-September the operation was processing 1,750 tons of debris a day. By mid-October, 17,500 tons a day. Ten times more. Round the clock. The 200-acre hill was declared a federal crime scene and stayed one for ten months.

A retired NYPD detective later wrote down what a shift looked like, because almost nobody outside knew it existed.

You wake at 3 a.m. You get a giant coffee. You drive two hours in the dark from Orange County, through New Jersey, to Staten Island. You park at the bottom of a hill that looks like the end of the world. You put on the white suit. You go to your belt. You stand there. You look.

Then you drive two hours home and do it again tomorrow.

Sanitation workers pulled sixteen-hour shifts, seven days a week. One of them, a supervisor named Barry Asnes, said afterward what kept him there. We were attacked on our own soil, in the city where I was born. This was personal.

The operation did not stop for weather. It did not stop for Christmas. It ran until July 2002. Ten months.

By the end, the men and women on that hill had recovered thousands of human remains. Tens of thousands of personal effects. Wallets, badges, wedding bands, photographs, all cleaned and catalogued and returned to families who had nothing else to bury.

When they were finished, the remaining material was placed in a 48-acre section of the landfill, a mound two hundred and twenty-five feet high, and covered.

It is a park now.

Many of the men and women who stood on that hill have lung disease. Asthma. Cancer. PTSD. The air they were breathing, eight and ten and sixteen hours a day, was full of the towers. Some of them have died of it.

Almost nobody knows their names. Almost nobody knows the place.

Mention Fresh Kills and 9/11 in the same sentence, the retired detective wrote, and most people will have no idea what you are talking about.

Here is what you should know.

Two thousand seven hundred and fifty-three people were murdered in those towers. Only about six in ten have ever been identified.

Every one of those identifications came out of a white bucket.

Every wedding ring returned to a widow. Every badge returned to a firehouse. Every fragment of bone matched to a name and buried with a headstone instead of a question mark.

Somebody in a white suit, standing at a belt on a garbage dump at four in the morning, reached into the World Trade Center as it rolled past, and picked that person up, and put them in a bucket, and sent them home.

They did that for ten months.

Nobody applauded on the hill. There was nobody to watch.

They did it anyway. 🇺🇸

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@atensnut This has nothing to do with the premise of the post..or does it? Am I off base in that these woman are so alike? Same approx height, weight, hair, outfits, even shoes save one brave soul who broke ranks and dared to show her toes. Weird

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@seanonolennon The trick to great tomatoes is to grow them yourself. Get your manure from a nearby poultry farm, sun, water, and grow some basil...Chefs kiss.

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@w_terrence Lol, talk about no self awareness. People have been making fun of her for decades.

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@JustineBateman Well said

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@JohnJHarwood Really? Look directly in the mirror and you will surely see one.

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@BillMelugin_ I always look to you for the real story.

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@ivShubham_INN Gross

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@827js Not only did a magic hat appear on her head but so did a magic jacket.

[Janay @MericaMerica45]

@JaniceDean @brithume Exactly

[Kelli Thames @KelliThames]

@C__Herridge @PressClubDC @HarmeetKDhillon is there anything you can do to help @C__Herridge get relief. She is a warrior for truth and deserves to be supported by our principles as a nation.

[Jeffery Mead @the_jefferymead]

You’re a hypocrite.