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[barbara linder @barbaralinder2]

Once-in-a-lifetime dog. She elicited goodness. Beyond grateful we had her but oh my..the house is terribly still without her. Sheila Linder-date of passing October 8, 2020. 💔💔

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@mariaebyrd perhaps undertake an enamel featuring a litany of humility.

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@Paulie4eyes how I pity your wife and children.

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@RuleOfSaints @emzanotti Now now. Reason.

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@JonahDispatch Trying a bit too hard. Not sure why?

[David French @DavidAFrench]

Actions have consequences. And one of those consequences is that a church that wraps its arms around arguably the most vulgar, most corrupt president in American history will repel good people, especially those people who’ve encountered MAGA’s claws. Or, as Jesus said during his Sermon on the Mount, “By their fruit you will recognize them.” https://t.co/JIq0eQXrjW

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@DavidAFrench Appalling, repellant and not to be tolerated. We must be better than this as a nation.

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@SAmSmit57543645 @JonahDispatch Vance is a fraud.

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@DavidJHarrisJr How about being more concerned that we have a lunatic for a US president?

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@AdamKinzinger @Franklin_Graham @realDonaldTrump @Franklin_Graham you’re misguided at best and a fairly disgraceful iteration of your late father.

[Clash Report @clashreport]

📸 Marco Rubio wearing oversized shoes that Trump ordered for him by just guessing his size.

Trump has been buying $145 Florsheim dress shoes for allies, using the gifts as a lighthearted way to encourage loyalty and unity within his circle.

Source: The Times

[Rick Wilson @TheRickWilson]

I am dead serious when I say all European nations should ban Steve Bannon from entry.

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@GrahamAllen @Fish_Flakes546 Graham, try not to be a dope. Thanks bud

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@JonahDispatch So terribly sorry for your loss. Many more of us get it than the small pathetic souls who do not. Carry on loving the furry members of your family the way you choose.

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@DHSgov Dear @DHSgov : you have no moral standing or credibility. Your purported “leader” is uniquely and stunningly unqualified and deeply dishonest. You’ve lost the support of a huge cohort of Americans. We are patriots and know rot when we see and smell it. Next.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday

January 28, 2026.

Alan Alda turned 90.

His family planned a safe celebration at home.

Cake. Balloons. Grandkids.

Alan said no.

“I don’t want a party,” he said.

His daughter frowned.

“Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.”

“I know,” Alan said.

“But I don’t want to celebrate here.”

“Then where?”

Alan didn’t hesitate.

“I want to go to the beach.”

The room went still.

“The beach?”

“Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.”

“You can barely stand.”

Alan smiled.

That smile.

The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming.

“So?”

By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming.

“The four of us,” he said.

“The last four.”

Gary Burghoff.

Jamie Farr.

Mike Farrell.

And himself.

The final survivors of the 4077th.

“No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said.

“Just us.”

The phone calls began.

Gary answered first.

“Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!”

“Thanks. I need you to drive.”

“Drive where?”

“To the beach.”

A pause.

“Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.”

“So are facts. They don’t stop me either.”

Gary laughed.

That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years.

“Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.”

“I’ll crawl if I have to.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.”

Jamie Farr was next.

“The beach?” Jamie said.

“I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.”

“Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.”

“Like a parade?”

“Like a victory lap.”

Jamie laughed until his voice cracked.

“You haven’t changed since 1972.”

“And you’re still Klinger.”

“Fine. I’m in.”

Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered.

“Let me guess,” he said.

“You want me to push your wheelchair.”

“Yes.”

“I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.”

“BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said.

“You’ll manage.”

Long pause.

“…Fine.”

January 28. 6:00 a.m.

Gary arrived in a rented van.

Two wheelchair spaces.

He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered.

“Dad, are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“What if something happens?”

“Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said.

“Might as well happen at the beach.”

Jamie was waiting outside his house.

Wheelchair. Sunglasses.

Hawaiian shirt.

“You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked.

“It’s tradition,” Jamie said.

“The 4077th always matched.”

Mike showed up next.

Also in a Hawaiian shirt.

Four old men.

One van.

Heading west.

On the drive, memories filled the air.

Harry driving too fast.

Larry bringing his own wine.

Radar making everyone cry.

Klinger never sleeping.

When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke.

After it ended, Alan said quietly,

“That song used to annoy me.”

“Now?”

“Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.”

At Malibu, reality hit.

Wheelchairs don’t work on sand.

Jamie grumbled.

Mike rubbed his back.

Alan stared at the ocean.

Gary disappeared.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs.

One lifeguard whispered,

“My grandmother watched MASH* every night.”

It took time.

Transfers were slow.

Hands trembled.

Bones protested.

But they made it.

To the water.

Alan closed his eyes.

The sound of waves.

Salt in the air.

Sun on his face.

“I forgot what this felt like,” he said.

They talked about the ones who weren’t there.

McLean.

Wayne.

Larry.

Harry.

Bill.

David.

Loretta.

Jamie finally broke the silence.

“Let’s race.”

Two wheelchairs.

Two pushers.

One rock.

They raced.

They tied.

People on the beach stared.

A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?”

His mother said, “Living.”

As the sun set, Alan spoke.

“This might be the last time.”

No one argued.

“That’s why it matters,” he said.

“Because we know.”

He made a wish.

“One more year.”

“One more adventure.”

“Korea. Together.”

They promised.

[barbara linder @barbaralinder2]

@USCIS @SecNoem @POTUS Resign. You’re flagrantly incompetent

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@GundotraVic @USCCB CRS had long been a chosen partner of the federal government, offering aid and services in parts of the world once supported by this country. The funds have never found their way into church coffers.

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@chefjoseandres @ZelenskyyUa Amen.

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@calvinrobinson For the United States to return to civil norms, obey the Gospel and care for the weakest among us. We are dangerously off course.