PanAm Style 🐓 🍷 ♦️ ✍️ 😷 Vive la France

I love Joanna and am so grateful that she is a teacher in Ontario. I have a teacher from elementary school whose effect on me was like that of Mr. Williamson. My life was changed forever and irrevocably. Yes, there were some others who guided me, but Madame Foreman was the top.

@Pepperfire @1loriking The whole asphalt industry is a scam.

Montreal...

Jorge, a dog from Tbilisi, Georgia, was reunited with his owner, Giorgi Bereziani, after being missing for almost three years. Jorge vanished in 2015, and despite many searches, Giorgi could not find him. He continued to look, putting up flyers and asking people around the city if they had seen his dog. In 2018, workers at the Tbilisi Opera House noticed a stray dog with an ear tag, showing it had been vaccinated and released by animal control. They contacted Giorgi, who confirmed it was Jorge. Their reunion drew international attention and became a heartwarming example of loyalty and the lasting connection between humans and their pets.

“Betty fucking Ford” — president Ford‘s entire cabinet, probably. The Betty Ford effect She told the truth and shocked a nation. She was feisty, honest, flamboyant, sincere, and exactly what that nation needed. #WomensHistoryMonth

@RealJamesWoods Your account is a hoax.

The left doesn’t seem to understand that knowingly and willfully perpetrating a political hoax to unseat the President of the United States is a treasonous abrogation of the will of The People. Those who engage in such egregious behavior have been hanged for less.

@Mashall788 @Demo_Vex @TheRickWilson @realDonaldTrump Trump’s use of the War Powers Act is highly contested; it appears that most Constitutional experts believe it was not legal.

@Demo_Vex @PanamStyle @TheRickWilson @realDonaldTrump Trump used the War Powers act, so it’s not illegal. Also there’s very little talk about actually putting boots on the ground. Maybe do a little research before trying to start an argument

Please don’t send this to @realdonaldtrump or his family members. It would be wrong to remind everyone he was a 5-time draft dodger and a coward.

“I didn’t see this coming” said no one.

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

@ianmSC You are a shameless liar Ian. The Democrats have put a clean bill to fund the TSA nine times and the Republicans voted against it every time. We could have a functioning TSA and ICE functioning with some form of guard rails, but you guys said no.

@landofhop @boris_tweets 100% … de quoi?

«Je suis trés soutenu ,CNN a publié un sondage qui me mets à 100 % d’opinion favorable, ils ont dit qu’ils n’avaient jamais vu un sondage comme ça» Ça devient complètement irrationnel Il est temps d’arrêter les conneries, il sera bientôt trop tard

@snowball1926 @TheRickWilson @realDonaldTrump Laughable

@TheRickWilson @realDonaldTrump Mueller was going to go to prison for his involvement in his effort to take down President Trump.

@Mashall788 @TheRickWilson @realDonaldTrump Stop the whataboutism - it’s all you got. But in this case it’s nonsense. Those evading the draft didn’t strongly affiliate with a party. So unless you went through the list and illegally obtained party registration data, just stop.

@TheRickWilson @realDonaldTrump You do know that over 500k men, mostly democrats dodged the draft as well right?

@ParisAMDParis 2019

Bonjour. ☕️ 📸 André Kertész. Jardin du Luxembourg 1931. Paris

@pcmt7591 @dgardner Might just be a cult

@dgardner This is true of course, but I think most of us have accepted these truths. The people who have not-MAGA-are unlikely to be convinced by these arguments. That is the frustrating and dangerous reality-MAGA will follow Trump regardless of self interest or the interests of America.

Yeah, but what does Jim Mattis -- legendary four-star Marine Corps general, former Trump secretary of defense -- know about military strategy?! Huh? Compared to Donald Trump's gut? No contest.

My eyes are leaking

@PaulleyTicks OK, I’m not a fan AT ALL of Marco. But since my mom died of polio in an iron lung find this extremely offensive. Delete it.

And now, from what I believe to be one of my finest hours, ladies and gentlemen, may I present: Marco Polio.

This dude blocked me just because I said something he didn’t like.

@elonmusk Hey idiot, SHOW ME THE DATA AND SOURCES

True

Whenever I’m in a funk over things out of my control, BTW, I didn’t vote for him, I circle back to this song. Goodnight, friends. Big ❤️

@LibArtsAndMinds Yes. It’s even worse now.

Always good to watch, but boy, that rant could definitely be expanded on.