Watch till the end!! … “When you don’t earn respect, you earn disdain, scorn and mockery!” … HortyRex©
Donald J. Trump: the greatest at commanding, wall-building, the environment, uniting, wall-building and speeching.
The Daily Show presents an RNC biopic narrated by Jeffrey Wright.
~~September 4, 2020~~
KENTUCKY DERBY 2020
A year like this one needed its own special logo.
~Staying Alive is Not Enough Facebook Page~
~~September 4, 2020~~
MIND BEFORE MOUTH!
~Aging Gracefully Facebook Page~
HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF? … with American TRAITORS! … “Trump and Ratcliffe don’t want Congress to know about Russian meddling in this election. And they don’t want to do anything to protect our election.
Ratcliffe has the job of protecting the United States and he’s refusing to do it.Trump also has a job of protecting the United States and he’s refusing to do it.”
John Ratcliffe is the Director of National Intelligence. Why? It’s not because of his experience in national security matters. It’s not because of any experience he has in being intelligent. It’s because he’s a sycophant to Donald Trump.
When he was being considered for the job, then-Congressman Ratcliffe lied about his experience in prosecuting terrorism and immigration cases. He also spread lies that Russian interference in the 2016 election was designed, not to help Donald Trump, but instead to help Hillary Clinton Seriously.
He’s accused the FBI of being biased against Donald Trump. After the Mueller Report came out, Ratcliffe claimed it wasn’t written by Robert Mueller but…you’re going to love this…Hillary Clinton’s “de facto legal team.” Yeah, this guy is de-facts alright.
Now, Ratcliffe has decided to “scale back” intelligence briefings to Congress. Why? He claims it’s because of leaks and now there will only be written briefings. Uh…
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Awesome nature … “I tuck my camera gear away and walk back.
Sigh. The World is all right Again.”
It’s been a month. I first wrote about them in a post here: Walking. One Short. From Wing to Wing.
Each morning I look for them, and I just see her. And the heart sinks a wee bit… Was he hurt? Predators? I shudder to think…
See her above. That’s yesterday morning. Alone. Head down. (And her Head is blurry. That’s not her tears. That’s the idiot photographer who still can’t get it right, but it’s the best shot of her that he had.)
For most of the last 30 days, she’s off on her own on the edges of The Cove, mostly sleeping. Grieving, I’m sure.
So, this morning, I’m off on my walk, expecting a replay.
I’m halfway on my 5-mile loop, and my eyes scan the water for the snow white coat.
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