Two hundred and fifty years ago, a group of Americans signed their names to a piece of parchment and made a promise no nation had ever made before: that we're all created equal, endowed by our Creator with unalienable rights — life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
We're the only nation in history built not on ethnicity, or blood, or geography but on an idea. That's always been what makes us exceptional. We chose that path 250 years ago but that’s where the work began, not where it ended. Every generation has had to choose it again. At Valley Forge, at Gettysburg, on the beaches of Normandy, in the streets of Selma. Americans recommitted themselves to the principles on which our nation was founded.
Now it's our turn.
There's nothing guaranteed about our democracy. We have to fight for it, defend it, and earn it. Over and over, year after year. That's not a burden. That's what it means to be an American.
250 years in, we still haven't fully lived up to those words in the Declaration. But we've never walked away from them, and this July 4, I hope all of us can commit to one thing: that we never will. I don't believe we're as divided as we're told we are. I've bet my whole life on the American people, and I'm not stopping now.
Happy 250th birthday, America. Our story isn't finished. Let's keep writing it together.
THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN!
Trump wants to cut down Washington DC's oldest grove of cherry trees along and eliminate the public biking path and picnic areas so he can build a golf course on public land, using public dollars, and taking spaces away from the public.
On July 1, Trump will increase student loan payments up to $4,000 a year.
1 in 4 borrowers will soon be in default.
9 million borrowers could have their wages garnished.
Hundreds of thousands of seniors could have their Social Security checks garnished.
CONGRESS MUST ACT NOW.
“Hello Melania Trump.
My name is Juliette Bryant — an Epstien survivor.
You want girls to testify under oath? Here I am. Everything I’ve said is TRUE.
Too bad so many of the girls who already testified ended up dead.
Maybe it’s time you and your husband testify under oath too.
What are you hiding?”
Imagine being Amy Coney Barrett and being the mother of two adopted children from Haiti and having to explain to them why she voted to terminate Temporary Protected Status for roughly 330,000 Haitian Nationals living and working in the United States.
📸 Great photo of @JoeBiden and @DrBiden with the Obamas, Bushes, and Clintons in Chicago today.
This is America. Not what is currently in the White House.
If we can reclaim the spirit that so many of you showed all those years ago—the spirit that has inspired generations of Americans to answer the call of their time—then together, we can see America through its present trial, align our politics with our highest ideals, and write a brilliant new chapter in America’s best story.
Yes, we can.
Chicago, it’s good to be home!
Michelle and I built the Obama Presidential Center to be a place where people of all ages can learn, play, and work – and we can't wait to welcome you all later this week!
I don't like being wrong but I am not too proud to admit when I am
I did not in a million years expect that Trump would end up signing a deal with the Iranian regime that is far worse than the Obama deal
But there you have it
A decade ago, 49 beautiful souls were stolen, more than 50 others injured and countless traumatized in the horrific hate-fueled attack at Pulse Nightclub.
Today, we remember those we lost, honor the courage of the survivors and hold their loved ones and the entire LGBTQ+ community in our hearts.
In less than 18 months, MAGA has managed to bring back measles. They defunded the Ebola monitoring program that likely resulted in an what is an emergent pandemic. Now, they’ve allowed the food supply to be contaminated by a deadly parasite not seen in the U.S. since 1966.
"""Three days before he handed over the keys to the White House, Barack Obama staged a moment so private, so careful, and so full of feeling that even those closest to the family still speak of it in a hush.
January 17, 2017.
The Yellow Oval Room glowed with soft candlelight. Staff had been cleared. The doors were closed. Michelle Obama believed she was simply walking in for one last round of formal family photographs before the transition.
Barack had let her believe exactly that.
For six months, he had been orchestrating something far quieter and far deeper: a renewal of their wedding vows, twenty-four years after the day they first promised each other forever.
He tracked down flowers that matched her 1992 bouquet.
He contacted the original baker to recreate a small version of their wedding cake.
He chose the same Stevie Wonder song.
He wrote his vows by hand.
But the most important detail of all was waiting in the room.
Malia and Sasha stood beside their father, each holding flowers, both fighting back tears. They would serve as unofficial maids of honor for their parents’ second wedding—this time old enough to recognize the weight of what they were witnessing.
When Michelle stepped into the room and saw them, she gasped, covered her mouth, and froze. The navy dress she had chosen for what she assumed was a simple photo session suddenly became the dress she would wear for one of the most tender moments of her life.
Barack took her hands.
The room went still.
He repeated the same simple vows he’d spoken in 1992. Then he added new ones—quiet promises for the life waiting beyond politics. His voice broke when he told her that marrying her remained the best decision he had ever made, “even better than becoming President.”
Michelle cried through the entire ten-minute ceremony. According to Valerie Jarrett, who stood a few steps away, Barack nearly lost his composure, too.
Afterward, as they danced to that familiar Stevie Wonder song, Barack handed Michelle one final gift. It was a thick, leather-bound album he had commissioned in secret: a photograph from every single day of their eight years in the White House. Beneath each image he had written a note describing a moment when her steadiness, her humor, or her grace had held him together through the most unforgiving days of his presidency.
It was not grand.
It was not public.
It was simply the two of them, returning to the beginning while standing at the end of an era they had survived side by side.
A vow renewed, a chapter closed, and a love—quiet, constant, and unshakeable—carried forward into the rest of their lives."""
@MarkWarner@SDonnelly_77 I’m so sorry for your loss. You spend years praying and struggling to help your chronically ill child, but that doesn’t prepare you for losing them. Sending love and comforting energy to your family.