I walked las calles de puerto Nuevo a noche; a grey shape, shifting in and out of the rain. There were others like me; Blackened grey, with years of wandering these streets stained with urine and wine. I try to catch their eyes, and the light deflects. They see past me.
BREAKING: Tucker Carlson is hit with bad news as new Twitter competitor Tribel announces that they just permanently banned Carlson from their growing social media app, declaring that, “Tribel has decided to permanently ban Tucker Carlson from our network because Mr. Carlson is a proven liar, racist, and insurrectionist who spreads Russian propaganda that threatens our democracy. Banning him is necessary to protect our users.”
Please RT and ❤️ if you support Tribel’s decision to ban Tucker Carlson and think that Elon Musk and Twitter need to take notes! Musk just suspended Tribel’s Twitter account in a desperate attempt to stop Tribel’s growth — but he hasn’t yet banned this link to get Tribel’s new app: https://t.co/HnJzSKj4Hp
The level of confusion out there about QAnon and Q is 100% intentional. I have spent two and a half years shoveling through the disinformation.
It’s actually very simple. Mike Flynn is Q — and the worst traitor in American history.
Let’s review the record.🧵
#ArrestMikeFlynn
The time is now for new leadership in Congress.
I am running to be the first gay, Latino, and Gen Z member of Congress from Maryland. Join me and let's keep Maryland's 6th Congressional district blue: https://t.co/i33LIilYeu
ADAM KINZINGER: "Boebert is toast if Adam [Frisch] can get the money."
Last year, Adam nearly defeated Lauren Boebert. He lost by just 546 votes.
Now, Adam is running again, and the polls show a TIED race: 45% - 45%
Please, give now to help Adam Frisch defeat Lauren Boebert.
The stars, the field, your daughters chin, the whispers of the wilding wind;
The smiles, the scents and textures, the caresses on your lover’s skin;
The laugh of a child, the smile of a dog, and all the things that are going, going, gone.
#creativewriting
The winding, and the grinding, and all that makes us We;
The small, the large, the middle, and all things in between;
All things common and all things dear, and all the things which bring us fear;
The walking on the rocks at dawn; the birds, the trees, thoughts of a song;
Some times I believe that there are hearts like mine out there; swimming against the currents, occasionally dashed against the cliffs, all to get through to the waves they see on the horizon.
I walked las calles de puerto Nuevo a noche; a grey shape, shifting in and out of the rain. There were others like me; Blackened grey, with years of wandering these streets stained with urine and wine. I try to catch their eyes, and the light deflects. They see past me.