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Planes, trains, & automobiles are my passions. And ships. Can't forget about ships. Road trips with my girl, my favorite pastime. Born too late. 🇺🇲 🤘🏼 🇺🇲
Northeast Ohio Katılım Nisan 2012
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🚨BREAKING: SecDef Pete Hegseth stares right at the press and goes scorched earth, spelling out their insanity. I could watch this all day.
"You, and I mean specifically YOU, the press, you cheer against Trump so hard, it's in your DNA and in your blood to cheer against Trump, because you want him not to be successful so bad, you have to cheer against the efficacy of these strikes. You have to hope maybe they weren't effective."
"Maybe the way the Trump administration is representative isn't true. So let's take half truths, spun information, leaked information, and then spin it, spin it in every way we can to try to cause doubt and manipulate the mind, the public mind, over whether or not our brave pilots were successful."
"How many stories have been written about how hard it is to, I don't know, fly a plane for 36 hours? Has MSNBC done that story? Has Fox? Have we done the story how hard that is?"
"There are so many aspects of what our brave men and women did that because of the hatred of this press corps are undermined because people are trying to leak and spin that it wasn't successful. It's irresponsible."
"You're undermining the success of incredible B-2 pilots and incredible F-35 pilots and incredible refuelers and incredible air defenders who accomplished their mission."
"How about we talk about how special America is, that only we have these capabilities? I think it's too much to ask, unfortunately, for the fake news. So we're used to that."
Do you firmly support Pete Hegseth on this?
A. Huge Yes
B. No
IF Yes, Give me a THUMBS-UP👍!!
MAKE THIS GO VIRAL ON 𝕏. LET’S GO 👏
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LATEST UPDATE | A Secret Service agent protecting Trump just said something that SHOCKED everyone: “Trump has RUINED me - I can never protect another President after him” - and before you think that’s criticism, wait until you hear what he actually MEANS by “ruined,” because his explanation about Trump is making the entire Secret Service agency emotional. Here’s what the agent meant by “Trump ruined me”: This Secret Service agent has protected multiple Presidents before Trump. He was trained professionally. Did his job perfectly. Protected each President the same way - with discipline, distance, and duty. Then he got assigned to protect Trump. And everything CHANGED. The agent explained: “Trump RUINED me for this job. Not because he’s difficult - but because he’s the OPPOSITE. Trump knows my NAME. Every other President called me ‘agent.’ Trump calls me by my actual name. Trump knows my WIFE’S name. My CHILDREN’S names. Asks about my son’s baseball games by name. Trump NOTICES when I’m tired after standing 8 hours and says ‘Sit down, you need rest.’ Trump orders EXTRA food during long days: ‘Make sure my guys eat first.’ Trump attended my FATHER’S FUNERAL when he passed. No cameras. No press. Just came to honor the man who raised the agent protecting him. After experiencing THIS - how can I go back to being called ‘agent’ by future Presidents? After Trump remembered my KIDS’ names, how can I protect someone who won’t even learn MY name? After Trump treated me like FAMILY, how can I go back to being treated like FURNITURE? Trump RUINED me.
He raised the bar so high for how Presidents should treat Secret Service that I can NEVER accept the old standard again. That’s what I mean by ruined.” Here’s what this confession proves: Trump didn’t just earn Secret Service protection - he RUINED them for protecting anyone else because once you’re treated like FAMILY, you can’t go back to being equipment. Drop and type: TRUMP RUINED THE STANDARD. Comment: Once treated like FAMILY, can’t go back to FURNITURE - that’s Trump’s effect. Share so people understand: “ruined” = highest compliment. Follow if raising standards inspires. Ruined for good! 🇺🇸

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On the day John Ratzenberger walked into an audition room in 1982, he had a plane to catch.
He had been living in London for nearly a decade — acting, writing, performing improv comedy across Europe with a two-man theatre group that had played to standing-room-only audiences for 634 consecutive shows.
He had appeared in small roles in some of the biggest films of the era: *Star Wars:
The Empire Strikes Back*, *Superman*, *Gandhi*, *A Bridge Too Far*
He was a working actor, but
nobody's idea of a household name. That day, he was in Los Angeles on a writing assignment, and his ticket back to London was already booked.
He had one audition before he left.
A new sitcom about a bar in Boston.
Both Ratzenberger and another actor, George Wendt, were reading for the same role — a minor patron named George who had a single line: "Beer!" It was barely a part at all.
But Ratzenberger wanted the work, so he went in, and the moment director Jimmy Burrows told him he was there to audition, not have a conversation, he felt the energy in the room go cold.
By his own account, all the blood rushed out of his body. He delivered a forgettable read. The casting director thanked him on the way out — the polite, final kind of thank you that everyone in show business learns to recognize.
He was almost through the door when something stopped him. Not calculation. Not strategy. Just the instinct of a man who had spent a decade doing improv and knew that the moment before you leave a room is sometimes the best moment you'll ever have.
He turned around.
"Do you have a bar know-it-all?"
The producers didn't know what he was talking about. So he told them. Every bar in New England, he explained, has one — some guy who acts like he has the knowledge of all mankind stored between his ears and is not even slightly shy about sharing it.
He had grown up around exactly this type: a man named Sarge at his father's regular bar, who could answer any question with absolute confidence whether he actually knew the answer or not. The room would ask Sarge the length of a whale's intestine and Sarge would shoot back: "Baleen or blue?" And somehow, everyone deferred to him anyway.
Ratzenberger launched into an improvisation right there — the Boston accent, the lean against an imaginary bar, the slightly too-long explanations of facts nobody had asked for. The producers watched. Then they laughed. Then they asked him to do more.
George Wendt got the role of the bar regular, renamed Norm Peterson. And the producers, convinced by five minutes of improv from a man on his way out the door, wrote an entirely new character into the show.
His name was Clifford Clavin. United States Postal Service.
Cheers debuted on NBC on September 30, 1982, to nearly catastrophic ratings — finishing 77th out of 100 shows that week.
The network came close to canceling it in the first season. But the show found its audience, and then it found a much bigger one, and then it became one of the most beloved television series ever made. It ran for 11 seasons.
Ratzenberger appeared in 273 of 275 episodes.
Cliff became the man at the end of the bar with the white socks and the questionable facts and the magnificent certainty — the guy everyone tolerated and secretly enjoyed, the kind of person every room has and everyone pretends to find annoying and would immediately miss if he disappeared.
Ratzenberger was nominated for Emmy Awards in 1985 and 1986. By the time the show ended in 1993, Cliff Clavin was embedded in American culture as one of the great comic characters in the history of the medium. Cheers! 🍻

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