Trying to travel my path, finding joy in the journey as well as the stops alongside of the road. “What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night”….
When I heard about Senator Graham’s death last night, the first thing I thought about was not all the things he said and did in service of Donald Trump. I thought of the time before Donald Trump when he was a brother to Senator John McCain.
A time when senators from different parties could fight about politics and still be friends. A time when a conservative Republican from South Carolina could say of my father: “If you can’t admire Joe Biden as a person, you’ve got a problem. He’s the nicest person I’ve ever met in politics. As good a man as God ever created.”
That is the Senator Graham I will remember today. Not because I have forgotten what came after. Because in that memory there is hope. Hope for a country where brothers can fight like hell over policy and still share a meal, and a laugh, and the loss of the people they love.
I will choose to remember the time before Trump. Because I believe in an America after Trump.
#BREAKING: Psaki: “Do you remember last year when Trump announced his massive across the board tariffs…He called it liberation day, it actually led to a stock market crash. That liberation day announcement was made on April 2nd of last year, and Trump’s financial disclosures show that he made 327 stock purchases six days later, on April 8th, while the market was down…So he makes those purchases on April 8th. The next morning, just after the market opened, he told his followers on Truth social: ‘THIS IS A GREAT TIME TO BUY.’ Hours later, he paused his tariffs and the stock market had a historic rally, so historic in fact, it represented the biggest single day gain in the history of the Bloomberg billionaires index. To put it simply, it appears an official act by Trump cratered the stock market. Trump then bought the dip and then used another official act to bring the price of the market back up. Trump of course insists that all his stock transactions are handled by his two adult sons [@EricTrump & @DonaldJTrumpJr] without his involvement or knowledge of the individual trades carried out on his behalf. When asked about the timing of these specific trades, the White House told us tonight that President Trump only acts in the best interests of the American public, saying there was no conflict of interest. The White House also directed us to the Trump Organization. We’ve reached out to them, but we haven’t heard [anything] back.”🤦♀️
"Longwell started the Bulwark in 2018 for Never Trumpers like herself. It has since morphed into a popular, straight-shooting opinion news site...More than one million people have signed up for its newsletters; it has more than 140,000 paid subscribers."
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Voltaire passed away today in 1778.
There are two quotes of his I always come back to:
"I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."
and
“Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.”
Five days after his 95th birthday, Jimmy Carter fell at home while getting ready for church.
He struck his head on a sharp edge and was rushed to the hospital. Doctors stitched a deep wound above his left eye with fourteen stitches. A dark bruise spread across his face, and a thick white bandage covered his forehead.
His team immediately wondered if the upcoming Habitat for Humanity event in Nashville should be postponed.
Jimmy Carter had a different idea.
"I had a No. 1 priority, and that was to come to Nashville and build houses."
That evening, wearing an Atlanta Braves cap and carrying the bruised face of a man who refused to quit, he walked onto the stage at Nashville's famous Ryman Auditorium. Hundreds of volunteers rose to their feet and cheered.
The next morning, he was exactly where he wanted to be.
On a construction site.
Hammer in hand.
At 95 years old.
For Jimmy Carter, service was never a photo opportunity. It was simply a way of life.
Born on October 1, 1924, in Plains, Georgia, he grew up in a home without electricity or running water. His father was a farmer. His mother, Lillian, became a Peace Corps volunteer at age 68 because she believed there was always more work to do for others.
That lesson stayed with him.
He served in the Navy.
He served in the Georgia Senate.
He served as Governor of Georgia.
And from 1977 to 1981, he served as the 39th President of the United States.
Then he left the White House.
And somehow, his greatest chapter was still ahead.
In 1984, just three years after his presidency ended, Carter volunteered with Habitat for Humanity. He thought it might be a one-time experience.
Instead, it became a mission that would define the next four decades of his life.
Alongside his wife Rosalynn, he spent year after year building homes for families who needed them most. They showed up in cities, towns, and countries across the world. Rain or shine. Young or old. Healthy or hurting.
Then came devastating news.
In 2015, at age 90, doctors discovered cancer. A tumor on his liver turned out to be metastatic melanoma, one of the most aggressive forms of skin cancer. Tests revealed it had already spread to four spots on his brain.
Without treatment, his outlook was grim.
Standing before reporters, Carter faced the diagnosis with remarkable calm.
"I've had a wonderful life. I'll be prepared for anything that comes."
But modern medicine had one more surprise.
A newly approved immunotherapy treatment, combined with targeted radiation, eliminated the cancer.
Within months, Jimmy Carter was declared cancer-free.
And he went right back to building houses.
When he broke his hip, he returned.
When he needed stitches, he returned.
When age told him to slow down, he returned.
Because somewhere, someone still needed a home.
Over more than forty years, Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter helped build, renovate, and repair more than 4,400 homes. More than 100,000 volunteers joined them. Thousands of families who once had nothing gained a place to call their own.
Not because a former president had to help.
Because he chose to.
Jimmy Carter passed away on December 29, 2024, at his home in Plains, Georgia.
He was 100 years old—the longest-lived president in American history.
He wasn't remembered because he held power.
He was remembered because he never stopped serving after the power was gone.
When he fell, he got back up.
When he got sick, he fought back.
When the world expected him to rest, he picked up a hammer.
Some people spend their lives talking about what they believe.
Jimmy Carter spent his proving it.
I will never forget when Joe Biden knelt down on his knees in front of the caskets of Minnesota Lawmaker Melissa Hortman and her beloved husband Mark at their private funeral service at the Basilica of St.Mary in Minnesota after they were murdered by a man that hated the left!
Here's how the corruption works:
Thursday: RJ Reynolds donates $5M to Trump
Saturday: Trump invites RJR execs to Mar a Lago; execs ask to loosen regs on flavored vapes; Trump calls up RFK Jr. and tells him to change it
Friday: FDA changes the policy
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