A District Judge appointed by Biden called ‘Sparkle Sooknanan’, who was born in a foreign country, is blocking Trump from using an immigration database to clear illegal aliens from voter rolls.
0 people voted for ‘Sparkle Sooknanan’.
77 Million people voted for Trump.
America voted for secure elections with no illegals voting.
Some foreign born-judge should not be able to undermine the will of the people.
🚨 JUST IN: President Trump confirms 5 people have been ARRESTED and 5 more are being investigated for the reflecting pool vandalism
President Trump also confirmed US Park Police have VIDEO of a vandal using what appears to be a BOX CUTTER to cut a 350ft gash in the pool
Someone's about to get a not-so-friendly knock on the door from FBI
"A 350 ft slit from one end to the other!"
"Five people are arrested and five people are under investigation right now."
@WallStreetApes Stop & Shop where I live already has a version of this. One time, the robot stopped when it saw a bag of marshmallows on the floor. It "called" for cleanup, but I was there, so I just put the bag back on bottom shelf where it fell. Ridiculous waste of tech time!
My Dad, My Hero: A Father’s Day Tribute
My father was born in 1936, in a village in Sichuan, China, to an intelligent but poor and sickly father whose death left his impoverished mother to fend for herself.
Fate was not kind to her, as the struggle of being poor and raising six children was compounded when she developed a severe infection from a dog bite. Treatment cost her what little she had, and my father was orphaned at the age of six.
The life of an orphan in China was unforgiving, but thankfully my father’s uncle adopted him. As a man of little means, he needed my father to work on the farm; education was expensive and out of the question, but he could earn his keep as a farmhand.
These experiences shaped my father into the man he would become: powerful, steadfast, and honorable—a true fighter. One that not even the local bullies would challenge.
As a teenager, he earned a reputation as a hard worker. During Chairman Mao’s Great Leap Forward campaign, my father was recruited to work for a vast state-owned steel enterprise in Chongqing. This was idyllic considering that the fate suffered by some 40 million Chinese who starved as a result of central planning gone awry.
After several years he was transferred to Chengdu, where he met my mother and fell in love. They were married after obtaining their respective work unit leaders’ permission. I was their first child, one of three, born two years before the terror of the Cultural Revolution ensued.
My memories began in an employer-provided eight-family row house. Our family of five shared two small rooms with dirt floors and an outdoor kitchen. There was no plumbing or heating, and we had to share a single water pump and “bathroom” (a hole in the ground) with eight other families. My parents worked tirelessly, but their positions were lowly, and our food rations were limited as a result.
I always remember my father as a hard worker, waking early each morning to take the bus to work. Public transportation was crowded and the competition to obtain a seat was so fierce that fights would break out. One day, after nearly being run over in a scuffle to get a seat, my father refused to degrade himself any further and bought a used bike to ride to work.
Dad was a prodigious worker and popular amongst his colleagues. His Communist minders thought he was trouble, and he was. His pride denied him submission to their corrupt authoritarianism, and he fought their tyranny at every turn. Honor, however, comes at a price.
They conspired to get rid of him by relocating him to a work site nineteen hours away. He refused to leave my mother- a sickly woman- and his three children, despite the commonality of family separations in communist China.
His refusal to relocate earned him a permanent “early retirement” in his late forties. He refused to accept this. And so, he illegally fixed bikes on the roadside without government license (he could not get one because he was "retired"), served as a tricycle taxi at night. He had his bike confiscated by the police on multiple occasions and was robbed even more frequently. When seized, he would buy another used one, and when robbed, he would fight back.
My father certainly could have made our lives easier, but it would have required obedience and submission to his immoral masters. Instead, he persevered honorably so that we could survive the brutality of communism. If he had chosen dishonor, perhaps I would not be the person I am today. Because of my father’s unwavering moral code, I fought back against a life of slavery in China.
After escaping communist China and becoming an American citizen, I brought my parents to the United States, where my father worked in a local Chinese restaurant for a few years. He became a U.S. citizen in 2005 and was later baptized a Christian, something that would have never happened in China.
My father is a man of integrity, honor, and dignity: a small man who cast a large shadow and stood defiantly against the evils of communism. He never asked for much, just the freedom to work, and provide for us.
I am so grateful for his love, sacrifice, perseverance, and hard work. He knew he was a man of little means and social status, but in the best way possible, he taught me how to live with dignity in defiance of evil.
My dad is very proud of me running for Congress in New Hampshire to serve the people. He even came to Grante State in 2023 to speak at my campaign opening rally last cycle and urge the people to support me.
Despite the harsh lens through which he judges his own achievements, my dad was and is my hero. I love him deeply and pray for God to bless him with longevity.
Happy Father’s Day to my father and all the fathers who carry a lot on their shoulders quietly, working tirelessly to provide for their families, protecting their children and fighting for them!
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@Venus_Dawn@Jason2bartlett Yes, like electronics. But I was thinking of the newer trend of locking up pharmacy items. You can't just reach for that OTC medicine anymore.
@JamesHu27192912 They will soon find out that as you age, you don't want "one more thing" to learn/memorize or to take on another responsibility for something that adds little quality to later stages of life. Not to mention the cost!
@atensnut Once upon a time, in the 1980's, people remarked that foreign exchange students when home fat after having lived in America for a year. Let's not forget how much salt, sugar & additives are in our food. These guys' happiness won't last long eating this stuff for years.