He mentions quite a few
He has been telling people to get out of banks for a long time. Perhaps time for another look
You apparently haven't listen to him lately
What is the meaning of lost by a whisker?
I work at a church pantry on Long Island doing intakes. There has been such a huge influx of Haitians that we have had to translate all of our forms into Haitian. This makes me uncomfortable.
Explain this to me as though i was a golden retriever. Why are there so many sealed? What's the point?
Educate me. Who is Heatbeam? Who was the interviewer?
Same. Then I thought - buy the dip. Bosr's Head has to recover eventually. Time to buy stock
We've been down this road before
Agree. Cliff notes plz
But the neighbor. Why was Woo so riled up about him?
I know they were romantically involved but broke up
Where is Cynthia?
Two things stood out -
- She lost her shoe
- She is a dirty aging prostitute who licks her master's groin Quality reporting
Because they are human beings in need. That is all.
I should have used better punctuation or something. They fled Texss. They are now sharing basement rooms here on Long Island NY. I have a finished basement. Lots of people do. They aren't dank dark spaces.
I know it's easy to have a different viewpoint when you're outside of the situation. I got involved when the task was suggested to me after my Marine husband passed of covid in January 2022. Many of these people are now wearing his clothing.
I work as a volunteer at my church social ministry / pantry on Long Island. I do intakes. Not so many central Americans as there were a few months ago. Now a flood of South Americans. Venezuela and Bolivia mostly. They have Homeland papers. Some have fled Texas, which is unbearable, to live in basement rooms with other families. They have no warm clothing so we give them what we have along with vouchers for the St Vincent de Paul shop a few towns away. They can get food once every 30 days and we give them a list of other pantries nearby. No one is being deported. I don't know what they left, but life is no picnic for them here. At the end of each of my four hour shifts I am mentally and physically exhausted. The volunteers are in our 70s. 80s and one is 96. My faith keeps me going. I come home to my warm, comfortable home and think about them at night. It's overwhelming.
Yes. I had to stop a few times.
Thank you and God bless all our military
As a Marine widow, I continue the fight
Y2K was training wheels. L👀k ma! No hands!
Great wakening not awakening?
N Baldwin - Roosevelt