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My grandfather was born on a farm in the American West. This was before WW1. No phone, no cars, no electricity, no indoor toilet. He was one of ten kids. Somehow they all made it to adulthood. He was tapdancer. Worked in Vaudeville (which means he opened for a stripper). That's how he paid for college during the depression. First member of the family to do so. He was a pilot in the war. Learned to fly, operate radios. Things that barely existed before he was born. After the war he worked as a stockbroker for a time, but his old boss asked him to come back for the Berlin Airlift. So he joined the US Airforce. Eventually he went back to school. Got a masters in International Relations. For a time he worked for the NSC in the Eisenhower White House. Mostly he was stationed in Europe. That's where my mom mostly grew up. Earning US dollars in post-war Europe made for a good lifestyle. Servants, vacations, nice things. He ended his career flying B-52s. He was a bird colonel. I became his caretaker at the end of his life. He was 101 years old. His doctors were amazed he was still alive. He kept asking to go home--near the farm where he grew up. I didn't want him to go--because there was no one there to take care of him. No family. I didn't want to put him in a nursing home in another state. But he kept insisting. So finally I relented. I found a nursing home that would take him. He was too frail to do the drive, so we got an air ambulance. It was a little Learjet. I went with him. The pilots asked if he was a vet. I told them that he was indeed. Told them he was a retired colonel. Both the pilots were Air Force Reserve. The addressed him as Colonel. Gave him a salute. He was weak but he saluted back. He had tachycardia by that point. His resting pulse was typically about 130. But as we took off his pulse came down to the 70s. It hadn't been that low in years. He felt at home in the sky. Flying was something he could only dream about when he was a kid. He was relaxed, and calm, and he slept. We made it to the nursing home in his home state. I got him settled in his room, met the nurses, then walked down the street to grab a fast food dinner. I came back an hour later and he was dead. He wanted to come home to die and that's what he did. Our grandparents lived in a world of what must have been mind-boggling change. But it was also a world of opportunity--where a poor farm kid could grow up to fly jets and have European servants and work in the White House. That world is gone and it's not coming back. The question is what we will build in it's place.

good morning to the mountains and water taxis

🇺🇸 An Atlanta based plastic surgeonfaced multiple malpractice lawsuits for negligence after she was dancing and singing while performing surgery. One of the lawsuits comes from a family that claims the doctor left their mother brain damaged.

>Be Noelia Castillo Ramos >Your parents love you >They fall on difficult financial times >You are ripped away from them by the government >Your grandmother and mom are crying and begging >They bring 12 police officers to stop any resistance >You are placed in a “teen shelter” full of muslim migrants >You aren’t allowed to leave >The staff treats you like you are worthless >The muslim teens decide to gang r*pe you >You think you will get help >Nobody comes. Nobody listens. >They rape you again, with even more people this time >You try to report it >The women in charge of the shelter are woke liberals >They refuse to report it to avoid making muslim immigrants look bad >They won’t do anything >You try to be happy >You can’t move on >You jump from the 5th story of the building >By the grace of God, you live >You are injured, but you still have hope >The state tells you about the option of euthanasia >You pass it off at first >The trauma keeps replaying in your brain >Still, nobody is helping >You feel hopeless >Spain is falling >You decide to do it because you feel worthless >Your dad fights to keep you alive for years >He loses in two different liberal courts >You are scheduled for euthanasia >The days pass >You do an interview, which is really a desperate cry for help >Still, nobody does >The date gets closer >They keep you isolated so you have no idea there is so much love and support is outside >Your best friend desperately tries to get up to talk to you >She is blocked by doctors who seem to take pleasure in the power they have >The process begins >You are alone and probably pretty scared >You feel like you have no choice >The sedative sets in >The last thing you see is a cold, dark hospital room >The toxin is administered >Your lungs slowly stop working >You die in your sleep >Your abusers still face no consequences >You become a monument to the failure of a state that was supposed to protect you

🚨🇫🇷 An African migrant set fire to the 600-year-old cathedral in Nantes. A year after his release, he brutally murdered Father Olivier Maire. This happened in France. Rwandan citizen Emmanuel Abayisenga's asylum application to France, submitted in 2012, has been repeatedly rejected. Despite needing deportation, he has continued to live illegally. Abayisenga was sentenced to 30 years in prison in 2026. Illegal immigration continues to destroy Western values.