Catherine Sewell

Interested in politics, history, and good conversation.

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

He was 88, a veteran, and facing the loss of the only home he had left. The courtroom felt too large as he sat in his wheelchair, trying to stay upright while everything closed in. Walter Greene had lived quietly since his wife passed. No children visited, and no one stood beside him that afternoon. The small house he owned had aged faster than he had, with a broken porch, peeling paint, and a roof that leaked every time it rained. City citations stacked up, and the repairs stayed out of reach. The case was called, and Walter listened as the violations were read aloud. Each number landed heavier than the last. When the city attorney asked for permission to condemn the property if payment failed, the meaning became impossible to avoid. Losing the house meant losing the last place that still felt like his. The judge started to speak, then stopped. From the bench, he watched Walter fold forward, hands covering his face as quiet sobs shook his shoulders. No words filled the room, and nobody moved. After a long pause, the gavel came down. A brief recess was announced, and the courtroom emptied in a low murmur of confusion. When the judge returned, his tone had changed. He addressed Walter directly and explained that phone calls had been made during the break. The local veterans organization had stepped in, along with a county fund dedicated to former service members. Every fine was dismissed. Relief barely had time to settle before more followed. A contractors group had already agreed to complete the repairs at no cost, with work starting the next week. Walter looked up, stunned, as tears returned for a different reason. The weight he carried for months finally eased. Then something unexpected happened. The judge left the bench, crossed the room, and knelt beside the wheelchair. Strong arms wrapped around the old veteran, holding him steady when he couldn’t do it himself. Walter’s voice shook as he spoke into the judge’s shoulder. He said he didn’t think anyone remembered him anymore. The judge held him close and spoke softly, the words meant only for him. “It’s all right. You’re not standing here alone. Sometimes it feels like nobody remembers anymore. We remember. I do what you gave me. We don’t forget that. Thank you. John.”

[Suzie rizzio @Suzierizzo1]

Who else agrees? 👇👇👇

[Catherine Sewell @cs501]

@TweeetsOfDogs Hi, sweet pup!

[Catherine Sewell @cs501]

@WorkElizab “Bess”sounds like “grandma” name. Lol 😂 she’s so cute!

[Jeremy A. Boyer 🎹 @JABsMusic]

The funniest skit SNL has done in over a decade and it’s not even close!

[Bill Madden @maddenifico]

Everything Trump touches turns to shit.

[Molly Ploofkins @Mollyploofkins]

"What if there's some asshole in office, some narcissistic prick who doesn't follow the Constitution..."

[Donaldo 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @Stornoway_Cove]

And 100% of the rest of the world…

[GBC @GBC_Press]

🚨 BREAKING:

U.S. world-famous author Stephen King:

“Trump is a tumor in America’s veins. A tyrant who does not hesitate to set a country on fire for his narcissistic ego. No horror story I’ve written could be as terrifying as this man.”

[Peter Morley @morethanmySLE]

I'm going to KEEP talking about how Florida Senator Rick Scott, the RICHEST man in all of Congress DEFRAUDED Medicare & is trying to CUT Social Security.

Will you join me?🤚

[Mike Netter @nettermike]

One of the richest men in all of America signed the Declaration of Independence knowing it could cost him everything. Then he left home to serve, died far away in a borrowed town, and never came back. Meet Philip Livingston.

This guy was not a scrappy underdog. Just the opposite. He was born in 1716 into the Livingston family, one of the wealthiest, most powerful dynasties in colonial New York. Manor lands, a Yale education, and a shipping empire he built into one of the biggest merchant fortunes in New York City. He had everything the British system was designed to reward.

And he spent that fortune building things that still exist. He helped found King's College, which you know today as Columbia University. He helped start the New York Society Library. He helped create the New York Chamber of Commerce. The man was basically constructing the civic backbone of New York with his own money and time.

Here's the thing though. He was not some hothead revolutionary. He actually feared independence. He worried it would bring chaos and disorder, and he was cautious about the whole idea for a long time. This wasn't a man itching to burn it all down.

But when New York finally gave its delegates the go-ahead, Livingston signed. He put the name of one of the great fortunes in America onto a document the crown treated as treason. A rich man betting his wealth against the empire that made him rich.

And the war came straight for him. When the British took New York, they seized and used his properties. He started selling off his holdings to help fund the fight, watching the empire he'd defied pick apart the life he'd built.

Then comes the ending that gets me. His health was failing, and he knew it. Congress had been driven out of Philadelphia and was meeting in the small town of York, Pennsylvania. Livingston could have gone home to rest. Instead he told his family he probably wouldn't see them again, and he went to York to keep serving anyway.

He died there in June 1778, in the middle of a session of Congress, far from home. He's buried in York, Pennsylvania to this day. He never made it back to the New York he spent his whole life building.

A man who had every reason to stay comfortable and loyal, who gave his fortune and his final months to a country he wasn't even sure would work.

Philip Livingston. He died at his post, a long way from home.
Please repost so his name is NOT FORGOTTEN on this historic day

[Brian Krassenstein @krassenstein]

MUST WATCH:

Clip from Larry David's new show "Life, Larry, and the Pursuit of Unhappiness"

Rob Reiner (before his death) as George Washington.

Trump is going to hate this.

[Royally Sage @sage1411]

My brother posts this every year in the family chat on the 4th. Still hilarious.

[Hunter Biden @HunterBiden]

I hope everyone had a great 4th of July. I know @realDonaldTrump and family did.

250 years ago we declared independence from a king who ran the colonies as a family business. In just 18 months the Trumps have made King George look like an amateur.

A $620 million Pentagon loan, the largest in the program’s history, to a company Don Jr.’s firm bought into three months before.

An Air Force drone contract to a startup the princelings took public through a golf course company they own a piece of.

The Army’s largest drone motor order ever, to a company where Don Jr. sits on the board and holds millions in stock.

A $24 million Pentagon robotics contract to the company that employs Eric as Chief Strategy Advisor.

A stake in the largest undeveloped tungsten deposit on earth, in Kazakhstan, backed by $1.6 billion in US government support.

Jared’s fund seeded with $2 billion from the Saudi crown prince, now $6.2 billion, 99% of it foreign money from Gulf governments. Over $110 million in fees collected from the Saudis alone. He negotiates American foreign policy with the governments that pay him.

$2.3 billion from crypto ventures their father regulates. More than a million people bought in and lost $2.3 billion. The money didn’t grow. It simply moved from the subjects pockets to the crown’s coffers.

And the next one is already drafted. A proposed ATF rule that will allow guns to be shipped straight to your front door. The government’s own estimate is 3.3 million home gun deliveries a year. Don Jr. sits on the board of the online gun megastore built to cash in. He holds 300,000 shares.

And that’s only the fraction they’ve allowed us to see. Not one subpoena served. Not one search executed. Why hide anything when you own the investigators?

Me? They searched a laptop for six years. Federal prosecutors. Grand juries. Subpoena power. Congressional hearings. They found nothing. I made about $200k a year selling paintings when my Dad was President, and they made my paintings part of an impeachment inquiry.

For six years they’ve asked Where’s Hunter? What about the laptop?

Wrong questions. The right one is 250 years old. Does America belong to a family?

They’ve given their answer. Long live the King.

[Catherine Sewell @cs501]

@shouq_al90149 @AnnCali Congratulations! How wonderful for all of us!

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

"A welfare check on a quiet street turned into something Sheriff Daniel Hayes will never forget. Neighbors hadn't seen the young mother at 214 Willow Lane for two days. They told dispatch a baby had been crying on and off, then suddenly everything went silent. Silence was what worried them most. Hayes, a 20-year veteran, arrived expecting a routine knock and a tired parent who simply hadn't answered the door. He knocked hard and announced himself. No movement. No sound. He forced the door open and stepped inside, calling out as he moved down the hallway. The air felt heavy. A faint smell of heat and stillness hung in the rooms. In the back bedroom, he found a baby girl lying in her crib. She was weak and dehydrated, but her eyes were open. When she saw him, she didn't cry. She just stared. "You've been around a long time, haven't you?" he said softly as he moved closer. In the next room, he found her mother. She had passed away in her sleep from a sudden medical event. Later reports estimated she had been gone for at least 36 hours. The baby had been alone the entire time. Training took over first. Hayes checked her breathing and pulse, then called for medical assistance. After that, he carried her outside to the front porch, away from the scene inside. He lowered himself into an old wooden chair and held her carefully against his chest. "It's alright," he murmured. "I'm here now. You're not alone right now." The child's small fingers wrapped weakly around his shirt. Her head rested under his chin as he waited for the ambulance. "You held on so long," he whispered. "We're going to get you warm. We're going to." His partner captured the moment from a distance. The photo shows a seasoned sheriff sitting on a porch, cradling a baby as tears fall down his face. Years of experience hadn't prepared him for the weight of that afternoon. The girl, later named Lily, recovered at the hospital. Hayes and his wife opened their home to her while relatives were located. When her grandparents were finally found, the handoff was quiet and full of emotion. Now she visits every month. The uniform that carried her out of that house is no longer just a symbol of authority to her family. Some calls end when the report is filed. Others change a life long after the sirens fade.

[George Conway ⚖️🇺🇸 @gtconway3d]

Wow.

[Occupy Democrats @OccupyDemocrats]

Here are just a few things we LOVE about the United States of America! What would you add?

The Obamas.

The Constitution (especially when people actually read it.)

Our National Parks.

The Affordable Care Act.

The Kennedy Center (which will be around long after Trump is gone).

Labor unions.

World class scientific research that results in life-saving vaccines.

NASA.

Free speech (especially when it offends fascists).

Social Security.

Air conditioning.

Religious freedom.

World class literature, cinema, and poetry.

Bald Eagles.

Medicare and Medicaid.

The NFL.

Bruce Springsteen.

The Moon landing (Yes MAGA, it was real).

The Statue of Liberty.

Barbecue and baseball.

The Postal Service.

Protest as a form of patriotism.

The Civil Rights Movement.

Immigrants.

And most of all right now? We love our elections. Because come November, we are kicking every last Republican on the ballot out of office.

Trump is a historic footnote. The USA is here to stay.

Happy birthday America, let's fight for a better tomorrow!

Please ❤️ and share if you refuse to give up on this country!