I have loved my time on this site, even through the mad Orange Hatter’s years. I hope this is not really the end, but if it is, and if it is meant to be, we will find each other again. Thanks for all the fun 😘
I was given my name by the Iroquois Nation many hundreds of years ago. By 1660 my name was printed on maps by the Europeans as they accepted the Native name which means Beautiful waters.
In 1867 the Canadian government decided to use my name for their providence.
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
Some of you may be considering sitting this election out, or voting for a third-party candidate, because you strongly disagree with Kamala Harris about Gaza.
This thread is for you 🧵
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Okay, let's talk about this ridiculous talking point that some conservative men love to use, subsequently betraying their complete ignorance on our military draft.
Claiming the draft is to men like abortion is to women is ludicrous for three big reasons.
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🚨CNN admits Israel's Mossad HQ is in a "densely populated area [in Tel-Aviv]... with civilians around it"
By the US/Israel's own logic, this is human shielding & every single Israeli in Tel Aviv is a legitimate target.
Insane, right? that's THEIR main argument in Gaza/Lebanon!
Here is the entire JD Vance Dossier, that Ken Klippenstein was banned for posting, with some private information censored out.
I'll make this a thread, and it will take me some time to post, but I'll post 1 page per thread post.
(Thread - Page 1 of 229) - This is the cover page.
7 years ago, we bought a plot of land on the US-Mexico border to stop racist billionaire Donald Trump’s dumb wall.
But this year, an even richer, more racist billionaire—@ElonMusk—fucked that land with tractors and garbage, so we’re suing for $15 million. https://t.co/MzNuHAcRIo
This is so incredibly sad.
Cindy Cho, Kyu Cho, and James Cho all were shot and killed in the Allen, Texas mass shooting. 6-year old William Cho is the only surviving family member. He was also shot by Mauricio Garcia on May 6th and is recovering in the ICU.
He lost his entire immediate family. Just imagine what this child is going through right now!
When is enough finally enough? When does congress come together to try and solve this problem. There isn’t just one solution to this problem of mass shootings in America. It’s a multifaceted problem that requires a multifaceted solution.
And no, no solution will be full-proof, but if we can save just one life, it’s worth it. Let’s come together as a nation and tackle the mass shooting problem through taking care of mental health, coming up with common sense gun legislation that most Americans support, providing for better security, and funding more research into what is causing the problem.
Can we all agree that more than just thoughts and prayers are needed? Let's do this together!