Leave it to RGIII to have the worst take of the evening. Every person who cares about the USMNT plus a bunch of new conservatives and a bunch of new liberals were pulling hard for them to win. This dude is talking about like 5 dumb liberals on Twitter
We lost because (Belgium is a better team) we weren’t a united front as fans. We are supposed to be the United States of America not the divided states of America.
Robbie Robertson was born on this day in 1943.
This clip of him recalling the writing of “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” is one of my very favorites. I get chills every time he starts to sing.
This image is from today. A Black woman sits on the DC metro as masked white nationalists prepare to march on our nation's capital.
This is America's 250th anniversary. REUTERS/Cheney Orr
Late June 1826, the heat of summer, bright sunshine and the smell of fields and pastures was omnipresent in the small hamlet of Quincy, south of Boston, five-hundred and sixty-five miles to the north of Monticello. John Adams (eerily like Jefferson) was nearing the end of his storied life. was in a sad state: he’d grown pale, had difficulty breathing, and painful coughing fits. Early July, his granddaughter, Susana Boylston Adams Clark, asked him how he felt. “Very feeble my dear,” he told her. By evening, his face, already pale, had grown worse. Monday morning, July 3, Dr. Amos Holbrook arrived at Peacefield (Adams’ home). By evening, Adams soldiered on, showed no concern of his fading health, smoked a cigar, and enjoyed the company of his family. That evening, while Adams was resting in bed, he had difficulty sitting up to cough. Dr. Holbrook examined Adams and was not encouraged, “He is going very fast. I should not be surprised if he did not live twenty-four hours. If the medicine which I shall give him operates favorably he may live a week or two.” Adams enjoyed dinner but when he tried to find relief from his breathing by sitting up, he was bothered by “soreness and thirst.” Come nightfall, a temporary relief fell over Adams, and he fell in a much-needed sleep. Tuesday morning, July 4, Adams, was found in his bedroom in good spirits, greeting his grand-daughter and her cousin, Louisa, when they entered his study turned bedroom, were greeted by Adams with a big smile. He soon countered the affection with a gut-punch, telling the two girls he felt worse. Louisa sat on his bed, caressed his face, and Adams lifted his head to her head, and spoke briefly. Telling her to “be a good child.” Later in the morning an effort was made to move him but for fear of injuring him or worsening his condition, he remained in bed but was later moved to a chair after Dr. Holbrook arrived at Peacefield. But, uncomfortable in the chair, he was moved back to his bed. It was at this time Susana told him, “It is the Fourth of July sir, the fiftieth anniversary of Independence.” Adams, cognizant of the importance of the day, responded, “It is a great day. It is a good day.” At 1:00 PM, Adams, heard by Susana, spoke in a whisper, “Thomas Jefferson survives.” Five hours later, Adams, resting on his side in bed, asked to be turned, struggling to breathe. With what air and strength he could muster, he whispered in Susana’s ear, “help me child…help me.” “I wish I could,” she told him. A countenance of serenity fell over his face. His breaths grew short. At “about a half past six” the sage of Braintree passed away from the infirmities of old age. Seconds later, according to Susana, a deafening thunderclap shook the house and a rainbow arced over the countryside.
*Today is the 200th anniversary of Adams's death.
“USA’s greatness is that people who revile America, detest its values & strive to destroy its economy are not herded into jails but get to run for and win elections. Its greatness lies in its tolerance of obnoxious ungrateful wretches who spit in its face”
That’s actually Trump.
What Mamdani doesn't get, & will never get, is that America's greatness lies in the fact that people like him--who revile America, detest its values, & strive to destroy its economy--are not herded into jails or gulags or frogmarched to face shooting squads but get, instead, to run for and win elections. America's greatness lies in its limitless tolerance of obnoxious, ungrateful wretches who spit in its face. America is wasted on Mamdani. Think of the many millions of people the world over who would trade places with him in a heartbeat--and actually be thankful to be in America.
@MatthewDai52442 You’re really thick if you think the conversation was anything other than “we know what you’ve been doing. you can resign, or we will ban you from the premises”