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[G-PA @IndianaGPA]

This is the America I want 🙏🙏 We’re in this together 💕

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@_Postive_Vibes The only races I don't like are the ones I lost...

[Harmy @harrrmy]

timeline cleanse im in tears

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@iluminatibot Reptilians

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[ĐⱤØ₲Ø🇺🇸 @KAGdrogo]

Sidney Powell knows what’s going on.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Glen. I'm 67. I drive a garbage truck. Route 23, residential. I start at 5 a.m., finish by noon. People put trash on the curb, I take it away. Nobody sees me. I'm just the garbage man.

But eight months ago, I noticed something strange at 447 Maple Street.
Every week, same house, trash can barely had anything. Just a few items. But recycling was overflowing, empty soup cans, cracker boxes, pasta containers. All the cheapest brands.

Then one week, I saw something that stopped me cold. In the trash, a kid's birthday invitation. Unopened. It said, "Ethan's 8th Birthday Party, Please Come!"
The party was that weekend. The invitation had been thrown away.
Something felt wrong.

Next pickup, I looked closer. The house was dark, curtains closed. Lawn overgrown. Car in the driveway hadn't moved in weeks.
I did something I'd never done, I knocked.

A woman answered. Maybe 40, but looked 60. Thin, exhausted, dark circles under her eyes.
"Ma'am, I'm Glen, your garbage collector. I noticed... are you folks okay?"
She stared at me like I'd asked in a foreign language. "Why would you care?"
"Because something doesn't feel right."

She started crying right there in the doorway. "My husband left four months ago. I'm working three jobs to keep the house. My son Ethan, he's eight, he doesn't understand why we can't afford his medicine anymore, why his friends stopped coming over, why I'm never home."

"The birthday party invitation"
"I can't afford a present for another kid. Can't reciprocate. So I don't let him go. He sits in his room alone while I work nights."
My heart broke into pieces.
"Ma'am, what's your name?"
"Jennifer."
"Jennifer, when's Ethan's birthday?"
"Two weeks. But we're not celebrating. I can't afford"
"Leave that to me."

I did something crazy. Went to every house on my route that week. Knocked on doors. "Hey, I'm Glen, your garbage guy. There's a kid on our street who needs help."

Told them about Ethan. Didn't use his address, protected privacy. Just said, single mom, struggling, kid's birthday coming, could use support.

People showed up. A neighbor donated a bike. Another gave $50. Someone offered to mow Jennifer's lawn free all summer. A retired teacher offered free tutoring for Ethan.

I collected $340 and enough birthday supplies for a real party.
Showed up at Jennifer's house with everything. She opened the door, saw me standing there with a bike, presents, decorations.

She collapsed on the porch, sobbing so hard she couldn't breathe.
"Why? You're the garbage man. Why do you even care?"
"Because I see your life every week in what you throw away. And this week, I saw you throw away your son's childhood."

We threw Ethan a birthday party in her backyard. Twelve neighbors came, people from the street who'd never met. They brought food, games, gifts.

Ethan's face, pure joy. He kept asking his mom, "Is this real?"
But here's what broke me, watching Jennifer talk to her neighbors for the first time in months. Finding out the woman three doors down was also a single mom, also struggling. Them exchanging numbers, planning to help each other.

One birthday party rebuilt an entire street's sense of community.
Six months later, Jennifer got a better job. Ethan's doing better in school. But more than that, that street looks after each other now.

They started a "Route 23 Neighbors" group. Share meals, swap childcare, help with repairs. All because I knocked on a door after seeing too many soup cans in the recycling.

Last week, Ethan flagged down my truck. Handed me a drawing, a garbage truck with a superhero cape.
"Mr. Glen, you're my hero. You saw us when we were invisible."

I'm 67. I collect garbage for the city.

But I learned this- What people throw away tells their whole story. Empty medicine bottles. Unopened invitations. The cheapest food in bulk. Letters from debt collectors.
Their trash is a cry for help nobody hears.

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@FBIDirectorKash https://t.co/gZmnwpi8zq

Help me! I went to DC and met with fake agents! Its all on the website.

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@smc429 nice try.....

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@RealAlexJones Ive been shouting this since 2022...https://t.co/gZmnwpi8zq

[🇺🇸🍩 JULIE DONUTS 🇺🇸🍩 @Juliedonuts]

The Greatest HEIST ever to happen on American soil and then the world. CENTRAL BANKING.

THE FEDERAL RESERVE. 👺

Not Federal. No Reserves. A gigantic Ponzi Scheme of fraud, debt and slavery. We cannot be truly free until THE FEDERAL RESERVE IS ERADICATED. That’s EXACTLY what’s coming… 1000% HAPPENING! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻⏰

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@JoshHall2024 Both Florida....

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[Sassafrass84 @Sassafrass_84]

I can get down with this energy. 🔥🔥

[G-MA @GmaIndiana]

Born in the 60’s and Thrived in the 70’s 😃 Best time of my life!

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@southgrace427 Go Jags! Duuuuuuuuvall.

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@southgrace427 The length is longer than the CSX Building down there

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@RealAlexJones https://t.co/z75PA83sl8 Help. Download this.

[The Disrespected Trucker @DisrespectedThe]

Shaq is the real deal. 🤜🤛