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[Concerned Citizen @BGatesIsaPyscho]

CNN & BBC Viewers had a shock this week - turning on the News and hearing US Director of Health RFK Jnr - confirm the Trump Administration “would investigate the effects of Chemtrails”

So just in case you’re new to this, and only catching up - here is what they have been spraying on us all, all this time.

[Bruce Blakeman @NassauExec]

3.9 points separate us from real change.

What's the issue that decides your vote: taxes, safety, or affordability?

Tell me in the comments; I'm listening (and let’s face it, Kathy Hochul’s not).

[Megyn Kelly @megynkelly]

The combination of the Lindsay Clancy story, the one year mark for Charlie’s murder and the 25th for 9/11 is a lot of darkness for one week. Hug your kids. Go outside. Hold hands. Thank God for the privilege of being alive. And say a prayer for the lost and grieving.

[Monica Crowley @MonicaCrowley]

COME ON, NEW YORK! YOU CAN DO IT!

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Tesla Superchargers are built in New York State

[peterstummer @peterstummer]

@0DonaldTrumpJrQ her life

[Kevin Williams @wxbywilliams]

@news4buffalo 1,200 wind turbines in New York produce paltry power. Wind power is unreliable. Wind power is expensive. Wind power is not green.

[Bruce Blakeman @NassauExec]

A judge found that Kathy Hochul's administration picked convicted drug felons over disabled veterans for business licenses.

This is just one more example from years of Hochul putting criminals over law-abiding citizens.

When I am Governor, New York will finally put veterans first.

[Riley Gaines @Riley_Gaines_]

“For the unvaccinated you’re looking at a winter of severe illness and death for yourselves, your families, and the hospitals you may soon overwhelm.”

As time passes, I only get more angry. Righteous anger. https://t.co/G9dQpIVfcT

[Cyndexia 🥂💯 @CyndexiaTruther]

💯 Hysterical 😂🤣😂

I don't know if this is a joke but since I
laughed so hard you had to too 🤣

[Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump]

We’re going to bring this heroic young man, and his family, into the White House with, perhaps, the boy he saved, to give him a High Civilian Honor. Very brave, he deserves it! President DONALD J. TRUMP

[Eric Trump @EricTrump]

Give this 16-year-old lifeguard the highest civilian honor. This is truly the best of America! Well done!

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

"I walked into the shelter searching for the perfect dog. Instead, I found a broken heart waiting to be loved. I had a plan that day. I wanted a young dog. Maybe a playful puppy. Maybe a one year old with endless energy and no complicated past. I wanted a fresh start easy, simple, and free from heartbreak. As I passed kennel after kennel, excited young dogs barked and bounced against the gates, eager to be noticed. Then I saw him. In the far corner sat Bruno. A six year old Rottweiler mix with scars across his face, a drooping ear, and a muzzle already dusted with gray. Unlike the others, he didn’t bark. He didn’t jump. He didn’t beg for attention. He simply watched people walk past him. When our eyes met, he slowly stood up and disappeared to the back of his kennel. A few moments later, he returned carrying something in his mouth. It was an old blue blanket. Not much of a blanket anymore, really just a tattered piece of fabric worn thin by time, frayed at the edges and full of holes. Bruno gently pushed it through the kennel bars toward me. As if he were offering me the most valuable thing he owned. I smiled and asked the shelter worker, “Does he want to play?” She looked at Bruno and softly shook her head. “No. He does this with everyone.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” She sighed. “That blanket came with him when he was surrendered. It’s all he has left from his old life. Somehow, he believes that if he gives it to people, one of them might choose him and take him home.” My heart shattered. Bruno had spent nearly five years with a family. He wasn’t a stray. He had a home. He had children who hugged him, couches he slept on, vacations he joined, and people he trusted with his whole heart. Then one day, they moved away and decided he no longer fit into their plans. They left him behind with a bag of food, some paperwork… and his blanket. For weeks after arriving at the shelter, Bruno barely ate. He carried the blanket everywhere. He slept on it. Buried his face in it. Then he started bringing it to visitors. Offering the last piece of himself to strangers. As if love had become something he needed to earn. Just then, a family stopped in front of his kennel. Bruno instantly grabbed his blanket and hurried toward them, his tail wagging with hope. The father glanced at his information card. Then he looked at Bruno. “Let’s get a younger dog.” And they walked away. I watched the hope leave Bruno’s eyes. The blanket slipped from his mouth. He didn’t bark. He didn’t cry. He simply laid down beside it and rested his head on the cold concrete. Like someone who had learned that disappointment was safer than hope. The shelter worker quietly told me he had been waiting there for eight months. Eight months of watching families choose other dogs. Eight months of offering his blanket. Eight months of wondering why he wasn’t enough. I looked toward the puppy section. Then back at Bruno. At his gray muzzle. His scars. His tired eyes. And that old blue blanket. Suddenly, I realized something. I wasn’t looking at a difficult dog. I was looking at a loyal soul who had been abandoned but still hadn’t given up on love. I knelt beside his kennel. “Bruno,” I whispered, “you don’t have to give your blanket away anymore.” His tail tapped softly against the floor. I turned to the shelter worker. “I’ll take him.” When the kennel door opened, Bruno didn’t rush out. First, he picked up his blanket. Then he walked over and stood beside me. Quiet. Still. As if he couldn’t quite believe this was really happening. As if he was waiting for me to change my mind. I clipped on his leash and smiled. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go home.” That was three years ago. Today, Bruno stretches across half my couch, snores loud enough to wake the neighbors, and greets every morning as though it’s the greatest gift he’s ever received. He has dozens of toys now. But every night, he still curls up beside that old blue blanket. The difference is… He doesn’t offer it to anyone anymore. He simply rests his head on it and falls asleep. Peacefully. Because he finally learned something every dog deserves to know: Love isn’t something you have to earn. And you should never have to give away the last piece of your heart just to be chosen. I went to the shelter looking for the easiest dog to love. Instead, I found a dog who taught me what love really means. Sometimes love arrives with scars. Sometimes it has gray hair and a painful past. Sometimes it’s carrying an old blanket that’s falling apart. And sometimes, those are the souls that change your life forever. If this story touched your heart, share it with someone who believes that older dogs and forgotten dogs deserve a second chance at happiness.

[FEAR NO MORE @SHEEPSLIVE]

I HOPE YOU
ALL ENJOY YOUR DAY!

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

She's been at our shelter since 2013. Eleven years. Every person who met her said she was wonderful. Every person walked past her kennel and chose a younger dog. She stopped coming to the front of her kennel a few years ago. Stopped performing. Made a quiet peace with being where she was." Last Tuesday a veteran came in. He said — "I need a calm dog. I'm still learning how to be still myself." I showed him three dogs. He was putting his jacket on to leave. He stopped outside kennel seven. Luna looked at him from her bed. Didn't perform. Didn't come to the front. Just looked at him the way she looks at people when she decides they're worth seeing. He said — "Can I sit with her?" He sat on the concrete floor at her level. Not the bench. The floor. That was 11am. At 3pm I looked in. He was still there. Her white muzzle was in his hand. Their breathing had synchronized. At 3:15 he came to the front desk and said — "I'd like to take her home. I think we need each other." I excused myself to the back room and sat on an overturned bucket and cried for a long time. He texted me yesterday — "First time I've slept through the night in three years. I think she was saving that for me." She was. Eleven years of saving it. For one Tuesday. For him. Drop a ❤️ for Luna. Share this for every senior dog still waiting for their Tuesday. They're saving everything they have for the right person to walk through that door.

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[Ella Frei @EllaFrei17]

My name is Ella, I'm 17 years old.
I do long jump. I play volleyball. I go to school in New Richmond, Wisconsin.
When my school allowed a biological male into the girls' restroom without telling parents —
I went to the school board.
With my name attached.
In my own town.
I got bullied for it. Harassed online. Even some of my own teachers came after me.
I'm still here.
Because here's what I know:
The net in women's volleyball is set nearly a foot lower for a reason.
A biological male can hit a ball across that net at force that could seriously injure a girl.
And in track — all it takes is three biological males entering the girls' category
and not a single girl in this state stands on a podium.
I didn't speak up because it was easy.
I spoke up because somebody had to.
The Supreme Court is about to answer the question every girl in America is asking.
We're ready.
@JenniferSey
@xx_xyathletics