Extending my thanks to any and all Leftist that actually knows that voting Jill Stein enables Fascism. To all the Leftist who don't have to be ideologically "pure" and know the stakes, you have my thanks. United We Stand
Mother Ukraine, the most iconic statue in the Ukrainian capital of Kyiv, bathed in the colors of the American Flag, red, white and blue, in celebration of the Fourth of July and 250th Anniversary of the United States.
Dear Libs, instead of getting mad at the Mayor of NYC, why don't you offer anything that isn't Neoliberal economic policy and awful culture war takes? You guys don't offer anything of substance for change. The far left is going to eat you if change takes its sweet time.
If Trump won’t fall back in line, then I think Israel should cut off America completely.
No more intelligence sharing. No more technology sharing. Nothing. Clean break.
Why are these Antifa terrorists & the billionaire that funded them still walking free? 🤬
EVERYONE knows this is the moment the paint in the Reflecting Pool started peeling.
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
@JJJAMES0 Being anti NATO is a relic of Soviet propaganda and mostly just affects Russia now.
The fact that most states in the Post-Soviet world want to be Western and leave Russia's orbit should tell you a lot. It kinda shows the USSR was harsh on its satellites, so much they bailed.
Proponents of forever wars have zero credibility. They've been wrong every time. President Trump is trying to end the war in Iran. I'm standing with him on peace.