The collapse of building 7 is the moment I woke up and never looked at the world the same again.
A very healthy weightlifter at my gym passed away suddenly a few days ago. He was 49. We were not friends on FB but once I saw his name shared and clicked on his profile… boom, there it was—a profile frame bragging about getting his booster shot.
Dead people don’t need gas. 💁🏻♀️
Where are all the break lights?
I have this poem printed and in a shadow box hanging on my son’s bedroom wall.
Yes, but would you take pictures and then share them with the world?
I have two kids and my son spent 6 weeks very ill with scarlet fever a few years back. We had intimate moments like this, him sick and scared, high fevers and throwing up on himself and us. The one thing I can’t imagine doing is taking photos of these moments and posting them all over the internet.
That’s a whole other level of sickness. This isn’t parenting. This is narcissism.
Satan’s daughter.
I’m Gen X and can’t relate to this comment at all.
I mean, who doesn’t take 2 minutes to put the Pop Tart in the toaster?
The news will never report it here. There was already a ton of evidence of this and it all went under-reported.
In that moment of silence he thought about his daughters.
I fear for all our children and the frightening future ahead of them.
Think of all the lives that could have been saved if Grandma just aborted Hillary.
Let’s hope so.
They’ll be replaced with a different lunatic progressive. SF doesn’t understand the error in their ways.
It’s amazing how responsive science is to polling numbers.
I miss Rush Limbaugh.
Yes, I remember Channel One being played at my public school during homeroom for only one year when I was in 8th grade. I’m not sure what happened to it after that but I do remember a scene with AC reporting on a story while sitting in a boat.
He’s done so much irreversible damage.
“No can do. All our trucks are participating in the convoy.”
It still makes me so sad that we were robbed.
I’d go with one maxed out credit card. Take my time shopping through the store, fill my cart with lots of meat, dairy, and frozen goods, and at checkout, when my card declines, say, “Oh, darn. I brought the wrong card. Well, enjoy returning all these perishables!”
She is about to turn 82! This needs to end!
This is a huge win!
Celebrities seem to have a disproportionate number of their children die. I read about some celebrity’s child’s death at least once a week.
First I find out their opinion on building 7. If they don’t have one/don’t know what I’m talking about, they’re not ready.
They need to be eased into these types of conversations and it starts with facts from the not so distance past.