Roseanne

Loving life and living it to the fullest everyday.

[Roseanne @romachho]

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Overturn this. 🧏‍♂️ #USABEL

[💕 Brittany Belle 💕 @BrittanyinTexas]

@ImSpeaking13 Well said, Kate! 🙌 He’s an embarrassment to the world. 😑

[Dutch Rojas @DutchRojas]

James Van Der Beek passed away today.

I’m a healthcare guy and I post about healthcare.

Now I want to talk about James.

He was special, he was 48 years old, a Father of six, a Husband. He was man who spent his final chapter teaching the ultimate guide to real life.

James was part of my growing up. Dawson’s Creek. Varsity Blues. The 90s. He was just there, woven into the background.

What he did over the last few years was bigger than any of that. He recorded a video on his last birthday.

Cancer had taken everything he used to define himself. He couldn’t be the husband who helped around the house.

He couldn’t pick up his kids and carry them to bed. He couldn’t work.

He was too weak to prune the trees on his own property. And he sat with that.

He asked himself the question most of us spend a lifetime avoiding: If I am none of the things I do, who am I?

His answer was simple.
Devastating. Beautiful.

“I am worthy of God’s love simply because I exist. And if I’m worthy of God’s love, shouldn’t I also be worthy of my own?”

That’s it.
That’s the whole thing.

We spend our careers building identities around what we produce, what we control, and what we can point to.

And then life has a way of stripping it all down to the studs. James Van Der Beek faced that moment with the courage.

He said cancer was the best thing that ever happened to him because it taught him how to live.

He left behind his wife, Kimberly, six children, and a message that every father, husband, and man chasing the next thing needs to sit with.

Watch this video.
Then call someone you love.

Thank you for your contribution.
Rest easy…

[Roseanne @romachho]

@ripperriver @HalfwayPost @BrisMarSci 😆

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@VinnyHolliday @hmvang Another precious grandchild to love and what a lucky little bubba to have you two for parents ❤️

[Roseanne @romachho]

@Trine71340730 We have tickets for when they are in Sydney in November. Very exciting.

[Roseanne @romachho]

@Trine71340730 Merry Christmas Trine

[Roseanne @romachho]

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[CALL TO ACTIVISM @CalltoActivism]

A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read:

“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”

A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.

Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.

Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.

There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.

And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.

So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:

• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.

• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.

This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.

And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”

-Nate White

[Roseanne @romachho]

@VinnyHolliday I only just watched last weeks ep!

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Happy Birthday @VinnyHolliday Sending all the love across the world to you. Have a wonderful day xoxo

[Roseanne @romachho]

@LEGO_Group First tweet I read today. What a good one.

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@VinnyHolliday I like it

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@VinnyHolliday ??

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@VinnyHolliday I love this and I love you.

[Roseanne @romachho]

Thankyou @coldplay sending all the love from Queensland Australia @coldplayxtra #ColdplayRiverPlateFilm

[Roseanne @romachho]

@coldplayxtra @VinnyHolliday Can’t like this tweet

[Roseanne @romachho]

@VinnyHolliday @CNN I wish he told him

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@VinnyHolliday @weisselbergers @hmvang She missed a half day of skiing… the poor thing