New reports reveal GOP Georgia Gov. Brian Kemp sold 3 lakefront properties shortly after he became governor.
The properties had been listed for over a decade, and the people who bought the properties were later given valuable government contracts and appointed to high-ranking positions.
Today is shaping up to be an absolute blowout for Democrats on the final day of early voting in Georgia.
When you target people with partisan and racial gerrymandering, you’re going to pay for it at the ballot box.
🚨#BREAKING: Watch as a Frontier Airlines aircraft forced to make an emergency after a pedestrian on the runway was struck and sucked into one of the jet’s engines 📌#Denver | #Colorado
Watch as horrifying footage from earlier this morning shows the moment Frontier Flight 4345, departing from Denver International Airport and bound for Los Angeles, was forced into an emergency evacuation after a man reportedly walked onto the active runway and was sucked into one of the aircraft’s engines during takeoff. The impact triggered a brief engine fire, which was quickly extinguished by airport firefighters. Officials later confirmed the individual had been walking on the runway prior to the incident, though the reason remains unknown and is now under investigation. No injuries were reported among the 231 passengers onboard the aircraft.
Frontier Airlines and federal investigators are now reviewing how the person was able to gain access to an active runway at one of the largest airports in the United States, raising serious questions about perimeter and airfield security procedures.
For all the talk of young voters, seniors are a far more reliable voting bloc.
Trump's approval is the highest with seniors for a 21st century prez at this point in a 2nd term & holding steady...
It's a big reason the Dems taking back the Senate is not going to be easy.
BTW, Justice Gorsuch's concurrence is remarkable for a reason most people won't pick up on-- this is basically the first time another member of the Court has ever called BS on one of Justice Thomas' crazy separate opinions. Gorsuch tears him apart.
CHARLIE KIRK HAS DIED | Conservative activist Charlie Kirk died after being shot while speaking at Utah Valley University, according to a statement from President Trump. https://t.co/zZ2pYe6bBB
🚨#BREAKING: The Trump administration is planning a large-scale immigration raid in Chicago, Illinois, starting Tuesday morning. ICE is expected to deploy between 100 and 200 officers to carry out the operation.
More than 200,000 voters have cast ballots in Georgia during the first day of in-person early voting according to state elections officials, shattering the state's record. #gapol
Wow
Georgia voters set a record-breaking pace for early voting Tuesday, with about 72,000 people casting ballots by mid-morning. #gapol https://t.co/xhY4qw8wJB
Thanks for all the support since I first told you about my prostate cancer diagnosis. I promised you an update when I shared this news back in August — and I’m happy to say that I’m home now after successful surgery and a night in the hospital. (Packing light for my homecoming, I left my prostate there.)
Since I was first diagnosed, I’ve thought of cancer as the latest adventure in a lifetime of travels — and like always, I’m excited to share a trip report with you.
My journey began with a blood draw to screen for prostate cancer. I was told that, at my age, a PSA score of 4 or greater would be considered “abnormal.” So, when I got the shocking news that I had a PSA score of 55, it was like I’d been thrown into a new land fraught with mystery and uncertainty. Suddenly swept away from my general practitioner and into the world of oncology, I needed to make important decisions about things I knew nothing of… and I barely spoke the language.
In my case, I had options (basically non-surgical treatments or just cut it out). Caring people with strong opinions and lessons from experience weighed in as if in a debate tournament, competing in the interest of my health.
Psychologically, I was inclined to embrace the “ectomy” route — cut it out. And in my case (where the cancer is, how it’s acting, and my willingness to deal with — or live with — the side effects), it seemed surgery was my best option. After talking with my doctor and carefully considering each treatment strategy, I chose to undergo a robotic radical prostatectomy.
On the big morning, my alarm rings at 4:30 a.m.… and the day for surgery is finally here — certainly a high point on this journey’s itinerary: Drive through a sleepy world, check in, strip down… gown up. A moment of prayer with my surgeon and Shelley (my angel caregiver through the physical and emotional white water of this ride). Then, careen gracefully down the hallway on a gurney (feeling kind of melodramatic to actually live the POV of so many movie scenes) and enter the operating room — which is reassuringly filled with an awe-inspiring mix of masked-up experts, technology, sterility, and humanity. I give myself over to the crew that now holds my very future in their hands. The ventilation mask lowers… take three… deep… breaths… and…
I wake up feeling great, chatty, and making jokes I think are clever… clearly on some serious medicine. Thankfully, my doctor has a good report: Surgery went well, there was no sign of any spread, and the cancer seems to have been embedded deep in my prostate, which is now at the lab.
Before the surgery, I had two visions of my cancerous prostate: a small apple with an invisible rot at its core and an old dandelion with missing spores. My wish was the apple, and that’s what I got. But we won’t really know how “it went” until the lab reports are in. And that’s when I hope to hear the words “cancer-free.”
But for now, I’m still in the next stage of this trip: “the road to recovery.” Buckling myself gingerly into the passenger seat, I was overcome with thankfulness: that I live in a corner of the world where hospitals aren’t being bombed or flooded... that I have access to a brilliant @UWMedicine surgeon and the best tech anywhere at Seattle’s @FredHutch Cancer Center... that I am surrounded by the love and support of so many…and receiving quality care in a major medical crisis with no concerns about crippling costs (which for a citizen of any great nation should be a civil liberty). Yes, I am thankful.
On my first day back home (when not napping), I read through cards and social media comments from caring people sharing experiences and cheering me on. All those good vibes, warm thoughts, and fervent prayers — while intangible — took on a kind of tangibility as they collectively worked to fill my sails with hope and strength to finish this journey successfully. Thank you.
It wasn’t so long ago that people called cancer “the C word,” or if they called it by name, they did so in a whisper. As anyone who gets cancer learns, it permeates all corners of our society, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of or to hide — and when it comes to older men, it seems being tested for prostate cancer (a simple blood test you can request from your GP) is a smart idea.
As for me, the next step is to get my catheter taken out — after which I’ll be steep on the incontinence learning curve. Then, I’ll get the lab reports. (I’ll be sure to keep you posted.)
In the meantime, I’m making a point to celebrate the vibrancy that fills my world... to give thanks for everything that works well in my body... and to meditate on how communities, technologies, and livable environments that we enjoy are not accidental — they happen when good people care and do good things.
I’m looking forward to many more years of happy travels — and, of course, I’ll be sure to bring you along!
—Rick