Jeremy Rata

A lost girl drew her father in such a way that he would be found for her, and he was found 🤣

@LePapillonBlu2 I absolutely love this! Innocence should be cherished. 😂😂😂

@ewong @JuliaDavisNews @nytimes How proud must the committee of @NobelPrize must be? Just imagine if they had caved to @realDonaldTrump and given him their peace prize? The ‘lifetime’ President of the Board of Peace my arse. Embarrassing.

NEW: Trump aides have declared an emergency over the Iran War to bypass Congress to sell $23 billion of arms to Arab nations. @nytimes obtained a list with weapons the State Dept. hasn't announced, including Chinook helicopters to the UAE. The US did this earlier with Israel.

@SkyNews @TheRealJamieKay This is akin to me saying I intend to take a gigantic morning shit on my neighbours lawn each and every day and because it is not on my lawn he is responsible for cleaning it up.

BREAKING: Donald Trump has posted on his Truth Social saying the U.S. is 'getting very close' to meeting its objectives in Iran, adding that the Strait of Hormuz will have to be guarded and policed by nations using it. trib.al/fs9FgDT 📺 Sky 501, Virgin 602

As I sit here watching the world go by at Hyde Park Corner I can’t help wondering who is going to be the star of tonight’s #BTTF7 @LondonHiltonPL I know the levels of incompetence from the ‘waiters for a day’ will be breathtaking… looking forward to catching up with old friends.

@mark_slapinski All this from the forever president of the Board of Peace. 😂🙄

Holy shit. Impeach this fucker already!

Like I said, back in the day when waiters were waiters…. #hospitalityaction #BTTF7

Back in the day when waiters were waiters! None of that dropping nonsense….. #BTTF7 #hospitalityaction

At last! FINALLY! I can shout about it….. #ohitshardtobehumblewhenyouareperfectineveryway

🚨BREAKING: The "Board of Peace" launches its first war....

@ItsHania37592 ❤️

You won't regret liking this picture

@PNH_Hotelier @realDonaldTrump I bet it’s non stop waffle: -I solved 8 wars -Hottest Country in the World right now -Biden’s fault for everything bad -Tariffs have bought in eleventy gazillion dollars - America is respected like never before -US was a dead country -I’m a Pedo Maybe not the last one….

I bet @realDonaldTrump doesn’t ask ordinary Americans if they are “better off than a year ago?@ at his #StateoftheUnion address tonight. It’s what he campaigned on after all.

@williamnhutton I wonder if he or Reuters own the copyright for that image? It’s the difference between a fortune and a pittance.

Press photographers get a hard time. How long did Phil Noble, the Reuters photographer who took the photograph of the decade, have to stand around waiting for that moment? What skill distilled into a nanosecond of brilliance! Hats off to him and Reuters. theguardian.com/artanddesign/2…

Name the beer!

Trillions? 🙄

@harryjsisson Except Russia of course….

Trump just announced a new 10% global tariff on all countries. He’s hellbent on destroying our country.

@Mr_Husky1 ☹️

Today is my dog’s final day, and he’s sitting in front of me, quietly crying. He’s stretched out on the couch — the same couch he claimed years ago. It used to be my seat, technically. But about seven years back, I stopped debating furniture ownership with him. It became his without question. His name is Major. I chose that name because I couldn’t quite separate myself from the military, even after it had separated from me. Tomorrow at 10 a.m., Dr. Hernandez will come to our home. I’ll hold him as she helps him drift off peacefully. And then the one living soul who truly pulled me back from the edge won’t be here anymore. Major didn’t gently enter my life. He arrived during its darkest chapter. I returned from Afghanistan in 2014 after two deployments. I was 31. On the surface, I looked put together. Inside, I was unraveling. By early the next year, I’d withdrawn from everything. Sleep disappeared. So did my appetite. I stopped returning calls. I sat on this same couch with the curtains drawn and the lights off, trying to silence memories that refused to fade. Family reached out. Friends tried. The VA stepped in. I shut every one of them out. Then one night, I heard scratching at the back door. It would stop. Then start again. Over and over. For nearly two hours. When I finally opened it, there he stood — a battered dog, scars marking his face, one ear nicked, ribs faintly visible. He looked like he had fought battles of his own. He didn’t hesitate. He walked inside as if he’d always belonged there, hopped onto the couch, turned in a circle, and settled down. Then he gave me a look that felt almost impatient. Like he’d been waiting. I didn’t want a dog. I barely wanted to exist. But Major didn’t care what I thought I wanted. He needed meals, so I went to the grocery store. He needed walks, so I opened the curtains and stepped outside. He needed veterinary care, so I made appointments and showed up. He didn’t rescue me in some grand, cinematic moment. He did it in small, stubborn daily tasks. The date I once had in mind for myself passed without ceremony. I was too busy researching dog food for a dog with a sensitive stomach. That’s how recovery often works. Not in dramatic breakthroughs. But in steady responsibility. In making sure someone gets fed. For seven years, his presence has stayed by my side. Through multiple moves. Career changes. Meeting an incredible woman who embraced both of us. And welcoming my daughter, now four, who is convinced Major is her personal guardian. He sleeps near our bed. He trails my little girl down the hallway like he’s on duty. Every evening, he rests his head against my leg on this couch, checking in. And I’m still here. Because he was. Last month, we learned he has an aggressive cancer. It can’t be removed. We were told to think in weeks. So we’ve slowed down. Shorter strolls. Extra treats. Long evenings together. My hand resting on that familiar blue-gray head that once refused to stop scratching at my door. My daughter tucks her stuffed animals around him so he won’t “feel alone.” He lets them stack up without moving. He’s weary now. It’s in his eyes. The same eyes that once decided I was worth sticking around for. Tomorrow, I have to be strong for him. I’ll steady him. Tell him he’s been the best companion I could’ve asked for. Thank him. And let him go. He gave me seven years of loyalty, comfort, and unwavering love. The least I can offer in return is a gentle goodbye. If you’ve ever loved a dog, If you’ve ever been pulled back from the brink by a dog who needed you, You know what this feels like. Goodnight, Major. My steadfast guardian. Thank you for scratching at that door. Thank you for needing walks and dinner. Thank you for choosing me when I couldn’t choose myself. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to honor that gift. By angels and paws

@PNH_Hotelier Probably not, most likely severely dehydrated from involuntary bowel movements.

Do you think Andrew has started sweating yet?

The common perception that many Americans don’t get irony was never more present today than @realDonaldTrump using the Board of Peace inaugural meeting to threaten war in Iran. Perfection in Perception

@GobbyChef 😂😂😂

@JeremyRata I had 6 of my friends from the Borders who came down for the match, we all watched the match at mine, like you expecting a big night after a resounding win, after the match they brought out a bottle of rare malt to toast their victory, bastards!!

Go England. #6Nations