Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰

Three great children. two beautiful granddaughters and a lovely grandson, love politics, books, films, and music. Welsh coal miner's son.

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

I almost feel sorry for her but she deserves it.

[Patrick @patrick_VOR]

@stuzi_pants Surprisingly, it got worse.

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

when I remember those days they almost seem like memories from another planet, and for all the wonderful new innovations and everything else we have now I'm still glad I grew up when I grew up because life wasn't ugly every fucking single single day for most of us yes minorities had it tougher for a while there until the Dems came in and started taking care of that and some of the diseases hadn't quite yet been eliminated but most of it was a cakewalk compared to what kids have to see and hear and deal with today

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

@IQTestBrain 4

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

Looks too healthy

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

#SeparatedAtBirth
whether it's real or not, how appropriate that she's Hispanic

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

Where did the shots fired by the policeman go?

[Brian Krassenstein @krassenstein]

BREAKING: Here is Newly released, high-resolution, slow-mo footage from the Trump DOJ showing the alleged WH Correspondents Dinner shooting suspect, Independently registered Cole Allen running past a security checkpoint.

Thoughts?

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

Sadly, no longer unbelievable

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

this is unbelievable
this is not in any way justice or honor or upholding one's oath of office
raise your hand if you ever dreamed that you would live in a country that was run by #pedophiles who go out of their way to protect other pedophiles?

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

Threatening to wipe out a country isn’t a moral issue?

[Acyn @Acyn]

Vance: I certainly think that in some cases it would be best for the Vatican to stick to matters of morality, to stick to matters of what going on in the Catholic Church and let the President to dictating American public policy

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

well, after poking around and looking at various little snippets videos and etc. it's clear that at least some people– and there needs to be millions more– realizing that Donald Trump is really not capable of behaving in any way rationally for any great length of time. He is demented he's unable to focus and he is a danger to the entire world. If the Republican Party had any balls and any love for the country they would stop this now in fact they wouldn't have allowed it to get this far – in fact they maybe they wouldn't have run him last time but greed cynicism and lust for power being what it is they did and here we are and it is time to say enough this is the end. Trump is not Jesus Christ he was not chosen by Jesus Christ or God he is a deeply twisted sadistic pedophile rapist racist and needs to be removed from the ability to the destroy the world. punch the RT button if you agree

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

Stephanie Calvert

[Dan Hennagir🇺🇸 @DanHennagir]

@Emotion78687 I have a question... Who is the chick lip-synching to Grace Slick's vocals?

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

Cult is misspelled

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

I will never understand the mindset of people who elevate these dangerous manipulative shills to a place where their own lives are deformed by this madness.
But, to fall back on an old trope, religion is the opiate of the masses. Instead of living a rich full life now it's always heaven tomorrow. I've never understood that.

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

In World War Two Germany bombed the UK continuously but the UK did not give up. The same war the Allies did the same to Germany, and it did not give up. The US bombed North Vietnam continuously and the Vietnamese did not give up.

[Aaron Rupar @atrupar]

Trump: "The entire country could be taken out in one night. And that night might be tomorrow night."

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

Ozymandias

[Ron Filipkowski @RonFilipkowski]

Eric Trump just released a video of what he says will be the Trump Presidential Library in Miami.

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

@RCdeWinter She is dangerous

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

He should be held responsible for every child who dies from being unvaccinated

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

I can't say the first thought that entered my head when I saw this so I'll just say this guy sold out big-time on so many levels.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

We are called "the elderly." But that quiet label hides something most people rarely stop to consider. We are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists.

Look at us and you might see gray hair, slower steps, and the patience that time teaches.

But listen to our story — really listen — and you'll realize something extraordinary.

We are the only generation in human history to have lived a fully analog childhood and a fully digital adulthood.

That's not a small thing. That's one of the most breathtaking journeys a human being has ever been asked to make.

We were born in the 1940s, 50s, and early 60s, into a world still rebuilding from the rubble of World War II.

Our toys were marbles and hopscotch and card games at kitchen tables. When the streetlights flickered on, that was it — childhood adventures were over, and it was time to go home. No smartphones. No streaming. No endless scroll.

We built our memories in the real world. With scraped knees and laughter echoing down streets and friendships formed face to face.

In 1969, we sat in living rooms staring at black-and-white televisions as Neil Armstrong took humanity's first steps on the Moon. Hundreds of thousands of us stood in muddy fields at Woodstock believing — really believing — that music and community could reshape the future.

We fell in love to vinyl records spinning on turntables. We waited days, sometimes weeks, for handwritten letters to arrive. We learned patience because information didn't come instantly. Mistakes were fixed with erasers — not a delete button.

Then the world transformed.

Machines that once filled entire rooms shrank to devices lighter than a paperback. We went from rotary phones and party lines to seeing the face of someone we love on the other side of the ocean — instantly, on something that fits in a pocket.

We watched the birth of the personal computer. The arrival of the internet. The smartphone. Artificial intelligence.

And through every single shift — we adapted.

Not because it was easy. Because that's what our generation does.

We also carry the weight of history in our bodies.

We grew up afraid of polio and tuberculosis. We watched science defeat them. We witnessed the discovery of the structure of DNA, the decoding of the human genome, the transformation of medicine itself. We survived pandemics across decades — and kept going.

Few generations have been asked to absorb so much change in a single lifetime.

And through all of it, certain things never changed.

We still know the joy of a cold glass of lemonade on a hot afternoon. The taste of vegetables picked straight from a garden. The value of a long conversation that unfolds slowly, without a screen interrupting it.

We have celebrated births and mourned losses. Carried the stories of friends who are gone. Watched the world become something our younger selves couldn't have imagined — and found ways to belong in it anyway.

We are not relics.

We are living bridges between two entirely different worlds.

Our memory carries something the modern world needs — proof that progress doesn't have to erase wisdom. That speed doesn't have to replace patience, kindness, or reflection.

So when someone calls us elderly, we can smile.

Because behind that word is something remarkable.

We crossed two centuries. Witnessed eight decades of transformation. Walked from handwritten letters to artificial intelligence — and never lost our sense of what actually matters.

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

The image is reversed, look at the flag on her jumper

[michael agruso @AgrusoMichael]

@gotrice2024 That car has the drivers wheel on the passenger side of car, you don't see those cars in the US.

[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

Insane

[Xtra-Tired But 2020 Left A Big Mess @tired_left]

@BiatchDulce They want to take down the 19th amendment.
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[Gandalv @Microinteracti1]

Robert Mueller died last night.

He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving.

He had integrity.

And tonight the President of the United States said good!

I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good.

I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word.

Good.

This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather.

That is what is happening. That is what has happened.

The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming.

America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner.

And the church said nothing.

Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary.

Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him.

Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart.

JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn.

These men are something more painful than monsters.

They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again.

Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing.

Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less.

That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him.

And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it.

When Trump is gone, they will still be here.

Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous.

That morning is coming.

Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say.

He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true.

He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad.

The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it.

That is all it needed to be.

A man died. His family is broken open with grief.

That is all it needed to be.

Instead the President said good.

And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸

Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

[Roddy 🇨🇦 @RodKahx]

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[Terry Daniels 🇺🇦 🇩🇰 @terryjdaniels]

There was a sci fi story where ultra rich people accessed near immortality. They became paranoid about anything that could possibly kill them.

[RC deWinter @RCdeWinter]

A doctor tried to use monkey testicles to make us immortal.
What an absolutely frightening thought can you imagine being here forever with the same cast of characters were stuck stuck with now? Of course on a personal level it might work out but the larger scene would be a mess.

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