Andy1776

Donald Trump is my President . . . born, raised in Pennsylvania now living in Florida GO PENN STATE

[charlie ward @charliewwg1wga]

🚨 BREAKING: President Trump just STRUCK THE DEAL OF THE CENTURY with Canada!
Literally moments before Canada was about to get crushed with 50% tariffs across the board…
Canada is ELIMINATING tariffs on American farm goods.
Trump:
“[Canadian] tariffs will be NONEXISTENT for our farmers. Our farmers were paying TREMENDOUS tariffs into Canada, and those tariffs are going to be totally EVISCERATED. Down to ZERO.”
This is a MASSIVE win for American farmers.
America First is winning. 🇺🇸🔥
Retweet if you’re tired of the U.S. getting ripped off.

[Nick Sortor @nicksortor]

President Trump just delayed his boarding of Air Force One to say goodbye to his kids and grandkids on the tarmac

Wholesome moment.

They're leaving on Trump Force One instead. Probably because they don't want to come back to the swamp. Can't say I blame them 😂

[Sergio Rodriguez (Blue Checkmark) @LyftGyft]

This morning, on American Airlines Flight 2505 from EWR to CLT, I witnessed something that honestly restored a little bit of my faith in humanity.

I’ve flown a LOT, and I can say without hesitation that I witnessed one of the most compassionate flight attendants EVER.

The passengers in seats 3D and 3F were elderly. The gentleman was wearing a Veterans hat, and during the flight, he needed to use the lavatory.

That’s when I watched FA Aimeè step in.

She didn’t just point him toward the lavatory or offer a quick “Are you okay?” She got up, stayed just a half-step away, and carefully shadowed him as he slowly made his way down the aisle.

He was clearly struggling.

When he reached the lavatory and began having even more difficulty, Aimeè immediately went to get his companion which was also elderly. She stayed with them, helped him through the situation, and then assisted him back to his seat.

But it didn’t end when we landed.

The gentleman was still having trouble, so Aimeè called his family members from the main cabin to come forward and help. I’m assuming the woman traveling with him was his wife and watching her was heartbreaking. She was visibly emotional and clearly needed support herself. I think the gentleman was confused where he was.

When the family finally reached them, they helped him out of his seat and into a wheelchair.

Then came the moment that got me.

His companion turned to Aimeè, hugged her tightly, and just broke down crying while thanking her for everything she had done.

And Aimeè started crying too.

They stood there holding each other for a while.

And nobody rushed them.

Nobody complained.

Nobody tried to push them along.

Everyone could see that this was a delicate, deeply human moment.

Sometimes compassion isn’t about doing something extraordinary.

Sometimes it’s simply noticing that someone needs help… and choosing to stay.

And apparently Aimeè wasn’t done taking care of people yet. 😂

She was also incredibly helpful to me when I needed to use the lavatory during the flight.

Because apparently crutches + turbulence = a terrible combination. 😂

So, Aimeè, if you ever happen to see this, please know that your kindness didn’t go unnoticed.

American Airlines, PLEASE let this woman know how special she is.

She wasn’t just a flight attendant today.

She was someone’s helping hand, someone’s comfort, someone’s strength and for a few minutes, she was exactly what those passengers needed.

@AmericanAir , you have an AAmazing flight attendant in Aimeè. ❤️✈️

Thank you for reminding us that kindness still exists at 30,000 feet

[Alana Stewart @AlanaKStewart]

Now that @MariaBartiromo is not on @FoxNews Sunday morning, I don’t even bother to turn it on. She was the best and to let her go after all of her years there, they’re crazy. They don’t even seem to care what their viewers want. Such arrogance.

[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. 🇺🇸

[Charlie Daniels @CharlieDaniels]

Keeping Charlie's legacy alive. - TeamCDB

Pray for the blue. #BackTheBlue

[Andy1776 @actuallycla]

Another Fake News story

[Oliver Henry @oliverhenry]

This is the only part of my story that made it back to the UK.

The fact I was “denied a flight to the USA”

Make of that what you will

[Charlie Daniels @CharlieDaniels]

Keeping Charlie's legacy alive. - TeamCDB

Remember 9/11!!

[Charlie Daniels @CharlieDaniels]

Keeping Charlie's legacy alive. - TeamCDB

Benghazi ain't going away! #BenghaziAintGoingAway

[Farm Girl Carrie™️👩‍🌾 @FarmGirlCarrie]

This is the original Budweiser Clydesdale 9/11 tribute commercial titled "Respect"

This commercial aired on TV
once during Super Bowl XXXVI 🏈
on 2-3-2002.

Do you think Budweiser Corporation
will ever return to the the non-woke
company that we see here?

I hope so 🍻

[Navy SEAL Foundation @NavySEALfnd]

Today, we honor and remember Special Warfare Operator 1st Class (SEAL) Glen A. Doherty and Senior Chief Special Warfare Operator (SEAL) Tyrone S. Woods, Sr., who were killed in action on September 12, 2012, in Benghazi, Libya.

We also remember Ambassadors Christopher Stevens and Sean Smith, who lost their lives in the same attack.

#NavySEALFoundation

[Charlie Daniels @CharlieDaniels]

Keeping Charlie's legacy alive. - TeamCDB

Remember 9/11!!

[Charlie Daniels @CharlieDaniels]

Keeping Charlie's legacy alive. - TeamCDB

Benghazi ain't going away! #BenghaziAintGoingAway

[Chad Ledger @TheChadLedger]

AOC and Mamdani were caught laughing while the names of 9/11 victims were being read.

Trump saw enough and called NYC Sanitation…

Turns out the trash was already waiting curbside. 🗑️🇺🇸

[Joey Jones @Johnny_Joey]

They’re the worst.

[Beth Mushin @beth_mushin]

Let’s also not forget the heroes of Benghazi who died on this day in 2012.

[Andy1776 @actuallycla]

@JaniceDean Too nice of a reply Janice

[Andy1776 @actuallycla]

@catturd2 Mades a great add for the GOP

[Andy1776 @actuallycla]

Disgusting AOC & Mamdani 🤮

[Real America's Voice (RAV) @RealAmVoice]

DISGUSTING: AOC & Mamdani seen LAUGHING together as names of honored dead read at Ground Zero

[Ron Wright @ronsterd89]

I don't Ever want to go into a nursing home, but if worse comes to worse and I have no other choice because I'm well out of it, 😁 then this will be my wishes, to be upheld and respected. 😁😁

If I ever get dementia, I’d like my family to hang this wish list up on the wall where I live. I want them to remember these things.

1. Every time you enter the room announce yourself. “Hi- it’s ………...” NEVER ask- Do you know who I am??? That causes anxiety.

2. If I get dementia, I want my friends and family to embrace my reality. 🌸 Careers included.

3. If I think my dead friend is still alive, or if I think we’re visiting my parents for dinner, let me believe those things. I’ll be much happier for it.❤️

4. If I get dementia, don’t argue with me about what is true for me versus what is true for you.👍🏽❤️👍🏽

5. If I get dementia, and I am not sure who you are, do not take it personally. My timeline is confusing to me.👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽

6. If I get dementia and can no longer use utensils, do not start feeding me. Instead, switch me to a finger-food diet, and see if I can still feed myself.❤️🥰❤️🥰

7. If I get dementia, and I am sad or anxious, hold my hand and listen. Do not tell me that my feelings are unfounded.

8. If I get dementia, I don’t want to be treated like a child. Talk to me like the adult that I am. ❤️

9. If I get dementia, I still want to enjoy the things that I’ve always enjoyed. Help me find a way to exercise, read, and visit with friends. ❤️

10. If I get dementia, ask me to tell you a story from my past.

11. If I get dementia, and I become agitated, take the time to figure out what is bothering me. ❤️

12. If I get dementia, treat me the way that you would want to be treated. ❤️

13. If I get dementia, make sure that there are plenty of snacks for me in the house. Even now if I don’t eat I get angry, and if I have dementia, I may have trouble explaining what I need.❤️

14. If I get dementia, don’t talk about me as if I’m not in the room.👍🏽

15. If I get dementia, don’t feel guilty if you cannot care for me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It’s not your fault, and you’ve done your best. Find someone who can help you, or choose a great new place for me to live.👍🏽

16. If I get dementia, and I live in a dementia care community, please visit me often.❤️

17. If I get dementia, don’t act frustrated if I mix up names, events, or places. Take a deep breath. It’s not my fault.👍🏽

18. If I get dementia, make sure I always have my favorite music playing within earshot.❤️❤️❤️

19. If I get dementia, and I like to pick up items and carry them around, help me return those items to their original place.👍🏽

20. If I get dementia, don’t exclude me from parties and family gatherings.❤️

21. If I get dementia, know that I still like receiving hugs and plenty of laughing ❤️🥰❤️

22. If I get dementia, remember that I am still the person you know and love.”🌼❤️

In honor of someone you know or knew who has dementia. In Honor of all those I know and love and lost who are fighting Dementia/Alzheimer’s.

Someone once said if you take care of someone with dementia, you lose them more and more every day. When they get the diagnosis, when they go through different stages, when they need treatment, and when they pass away.

This is called "the longest goodbye ". As the brain slowly dies, they change physically and eventually forget who their loved ones are. They could end up lying in bed, not moving and not eating or drinking.

There will be people who will scroll past this post because
dementia has not touched them. They may not know what it's like to have a loved one who has battled or is still battling dementia.

To raise awareness of this cruel disease, I would like my friends to put this on their page today.

Hold your finger on the post to copy and paste to your timeline.

A special thank you to anyone willing to put this on their timeline for Dementia Awareness Week.
💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜