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I’m married. I say this because once I became active on Twitter I kept getting messages from (probably fake profiles) young ladies flirting.

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Dear X-AI team, please use an image of Michelangelo’s David’s fig leaf to cover naughty bits but allow the image to finish the render. It worked for when the Queen came to town. why not now?

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@OcrazioCornPop Politely replace him with another, more real, Republican

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@DOGEQEEN @TheEXECUTlONER_ Who is this person? I don’t even know who this person is.

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@AntiLeftMemes I guess people will stop wanting making America Great Again? Let’s find out. He is wrong.

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@steveth75737857 Recognize the team work of team members

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@richard_do88659 @steveth75737857 Exactly.

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@DOGEQEEN @TheEXECUTlONER_ Walk away

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@itsrosesm Yes. The department of education was both expensive and ineffective.

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YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES!

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Clint Eastwood !!!! ❤️

Aos 96 anos, Clint Eastwood quebrou nossas ilusões sobre envelhecimento. Não ofereceu consolo sobre anos dourados cheios de serenidade. Pintou a verdade: "A luz machuca os olhos. Respirar pode ser um trabalho duro. O teu corpo já não está a cooperar. Cada passo requer estratégia."
Mas o verdadeiro peso da velhice não é físico. É emocional. Ao cruzar os anos 90, seu círculo social diminui. A maioria das pessoas que te conheceram quando eras jovem desapareceram. O telefone parou de tocar. O ritmo dos dias abranda. A pílula mais amarga não é a dor. É a ausência de alguém que queira te ouvir.
Eastwood explicou por que os idosos repetem histórias. Não é para me gabar. É para se ancorar a uma realidade onde eles eram ativos, amados e relevantes. "Você se encontra repetindo histórias, adicionando detalhes, não para convencer ninguém, mas para sentir que você ainda está conectado a algo", disse. "Você tenta transmitir coisas aos jovens, mesmo quando vê o tédio nos olhos deles".
Vivemos em uma cultura que trata a longevidade como um troféu, mas ignora a solidão que a acompanha. Louvamos o rápido e o brilhante. Não deixamos espaço para o ritmo lento dos idosos.
Clint Eastwood é um gigante do cinema, mas suas palavras falam por cada idoso de 90 anos. São bibliotecas vivas da nossa história. Quando os ouvimos, algo mágico acontece. Fechamos o fosso entre gerações. Rugas não são sinais de envelhecimento. São mapas de uma vida plenamente vivida. E é um privilégio ouvir sua viagem.

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@TrumpsHurricane Move

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@Matt_Pinner A stack of napkins

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@Itx_judith A warm hug for each of them

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@SabuzView I support Trans sports where trans compete with each other. Are there enough Trans athletes to allow them to compete with each other?

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@WorkElizab People who don’t like America but still stay here.

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@EshaAA33 Democrat

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Today's the day! SCOTUS will finally rule on two landmark cases pertaining to the protection of women's sports.

Praying for the victory we've been anticipating...for little girls like Margot 🤞🏼

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@EshaAA33 Fancy

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My grandfather, communism, and the tremor that never left. A story I rarely share.

He was the principal of a private school; respected, steady, a man who believed in books and order. Then, one ordinary afternoon, his world ended.

A squad of communist troops stormed on to campus grounds. They herded the children out like cattle, set every book ablaze in the courtyard. “Less educated people are easier to control,” they believed.

They dragged my grandfather and his staff to the side of a dusty road, forced them to their knees, hands bound tight behind their backs. One by one, the executions began. The crack of pistols split the air. Each body fell with a heavy thud into the dirt. Each crack of the pistol meant it was getting closer to his demise.

My grandfather stared straight ahead as the man beside him collapsed. He felt the warm steel of the pistol press against the back of his skull. Time slowed. This was it, the final second of his life.

Then, fate intervened. He lifted his eyes and saw a column of troops marching down the road. At its head walked a general. A childhood friend.

With a scream of desperation, he called out his name. The general was startled but recognized my grandfather and immediately spared his life.

Tears streamed down his face. His entire body shook violently as he sprinted home. He grabbed his wife and children with nothing but the clothes on their backs and fled that very hour, leaving behind their home, their belongings, their entire life.

Everything was taken away by the regime in a single afternoon.
From that day forward, an uncontrollable tremor gripped his right hand. It was particularly noticeable whenever his emotions got the better of him.

The shaking never stopped. It followed him across oceans and time until the day he passed.

That is communism.

It is not theory, not idealism, but the pistol at the back of the head, the burning books, the shattered lives. Do not let anyone sell you a nightmare dressed up as a wonderful dream.

The people now sowing socialist and communist poison in America are exactly what President Trump warned: the greatest threat to our free world.

On this 250th birthday of the United States, let one survivor’s grandson say it plainly and without apology:

COMMUNISM MUST NEVER BE ALLOWED TO SPREAD IN THESE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 🇺🇸​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

MAY GOD BLESS AMERICA.

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