M I C H A E L a son of Troy 🍻

@Jeaf79Lynn @GigaBeers wait a tick where's Fetterman 0h that's right, they don't have anything on him

@GigaBeers Just shoot me! None!

If they held a gun to your head, who would you vote for?

@JenTexas16 @GxnTotingTexan I lived in Texas for years an years *with

@GxnTotingTexan I get shit for it but oh well. WITH beans

Decisions decisions… I have one can of each! What shall it be?

@LadyofTroy20 @ErikUnchained @end3of6days9 🖐 Anchovies on pizza Sardines Pineapple on pizza liver one other escapes me where's that list at ? 0h yeah Hominy 😖

@ErikUnchained @end3of6days9 2, Black Jelly Beans and eggnog.

22. I’m extremely picky.

@poetometry I think so much of the problem is the ridiculous bot problem and foreign accounts out here specifically showing up to make trouble. Non checkmark people like me get lumped into that mess. You know... sweeping generalizations. I understand it, though.

@americashawk @californiapost . . . thats so true I give you @SenFettermanPA Agenda driven #democRats can't put the squeeze on em cuz they've got nothing on em

@californiapost Face it Democrats love having criminals in their party Knowing their dirty secrets keeps them in line Until they no longer need or want them

Influencer's husband threatens Eric Swalwell after he allegedly bombarded her with nudes and turned up at her house trib.al/5wsfHxz

@ehumperdinck one of my favorites growing up Thought I'd share Glad to hear getting ready to tour in 2026 youtu.be/0xan-wwmKE4?si…

Not only is the guy a sexual whore…he’s a stalker. Couldn’t happen to a more deserving POS.

I wanna be Poland.

@real_EBS_ @iOTWclaudia a Giant step in getting rid of / #DrainingTheSwamp Winning

🚨 BREAKING: The United States withdraws from the World Health Organization TODAY, one year after President Trump's historic executive order from the Oval Office After 77 years, the USA is no longer a WHO member. LET'S GO! 🔥🔥 Good riddance. Thank you President Trump! 🇺🇸

2) During my two years, the ultimate in my horror, disappointment, and complete disgust for our president occurred on a return flight from Europe to DC on Air Force One. One of the military aide’s duties, obviously, is to accompany the president aboard Marine One and Air Force One wherever he/she goes. And Clinton traveled a lot. In the fall of 1997, I was traveling with Clinton on a European trip, and we returned late one night to the White House. After I’d ensured Clinton was safely off to bed I returned to the East Wing, hoping to finally get some sleep. In my bedroom, I received a phone call from the presidential pilot. “Buzz, we have a problem,” he said grimly. “One of my female stewards (flight attendants) was approached and touched inappropriately by President Clinton, and she’s upset.” I knew the woman he was referring to, and I liked her. She was bright, cheery, and beautiful. She was also an enlisted member of the United States Air Force – and had just been sexually molested by our commander in chief and my boss. I asked her how she would like to proceed. She was married, a young mother, and wanted to remain promotable in the Air Force. She didn’t want to be the next in a long line of women Clinton had abused. As a major at the time, I had to march down to the Oval Office the next morning and confront our president. All she wanted was an apology, and we arranged that the next time POTUS was on Air Force One. I brooded over the fact that if our commander in chief had been actually serving in our armed forces, he’d have been sentenced to breaking big rocks into little rocks for years at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. But this was Bill Clinton and American “justice.”  Throughout it all, I leaned heavily on my Christian faith to serve the office and the man. I wasn’t sworn to the man, but I was sworn to my God, the Constitution, and the office of the presidency, and I took that to heart. It’s often said that there are no atheists in cockpits or foxholes. Let me expand that to include, "There are no atheists when working in the White House for the Clintons and carrying the means to destroy the world.” Waking up every morning, looking into the mirror, and facing the day at the White House was worse than any bullets fired in anger at me or all of the flight emergencies over the years rolled into one. It’s amazing the strength and fortitude you can receive when you ask. The scripture that got me through then and does now. As we celebrate the American tradition of “Thanksgiving,” let's be thankful for all we have. Have a wonderful and safe holiday, my friends. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13 (NKJV)

My faith is essential to me and it was the rock I needed. This is “Faith & the Footnote 1) In the late 1990s I was an Air Force pilot and Operations Officer for a C-141 squadron based at Travis Air Force Base, California. I was a single guy flying all over the world, sometimes in combat, with the American flag on my left shoulder. It was the greatest time of my life, personally and professionally, and I wouldn’t change a day. One morning I received a phone call in my office from the White House. Initially I thought it was the guys down the hall screwing with me (military squadrons are much like college fraternities; work really hard and play really hard), and I hung up. Immediately the White House called me back and confirmed that they were, in fact, the White House. Chagrined, I took the second call and was quite a bit more respectful. In a matter of weeks I was jetting across the nation to interview at the White House to be the President of the United States Air Force Military Aide and carry the “Nuclear Football.” It’s the most important piece of luggage in the world, containing the means to launch nuclear weapons at the commander in chief’s order. It’s not a job you apply for. They find you. They found me, and they hired me. In the spring of 1996 I assumed my new responsibility and went to work for President William Jefferson Clinton. The White House is an amazing place to work. I vividly remember walking into the building for the first time in the spring of 1996. The walls smell like American history, and the building is the most important in the world. I used to spend lonely evenings walking around the mansion and looking at historical books in the library, some once owned by George Washington. In the end, though, it’s both a residence and an office complex. Typically, it’s extremely busy during the day and eerily quiet at night. As a military aide, I had an office and a bedroom in the East Wing. Unfortunately, the president that I was chosen to work for was Bill Clinton. Carrying the “nuclear football” is a sobering responsibility. For military aides, you are literally carrying the means to destroy the world in a large, black suitcase. A brief look back at our history reveals that with the development of nuclear weapons post-WWII, the Eisenhower administration implemented a set of nuclear protocols that included targeting and secured communications. The Kennedy administration eventually assigned these duties to the military aide, and every president since has had a military officer in close proximity to the president with the suitcase. Upon my arrival, it didn’t take me long to realize that the Clinton administration was organizationally a mess and devoid of strategic vision or any sense of morality. Each and every day was reduced to managing scandals and circling the media wagons around the president. Also, shortly after my arrival, I learned of a female intern having an affair with the president. These behaviors would continue and soon open my eyes to the man and the office we’d elected twice and the one I’d sworn to protect and defend. Following is but one episode I experienced in my White House years. There were many over the years that required me to question my service and question the man. You can read about it all in my bestselling book, “Dereliction of Duty.”  (Continued.)

It’s astonishing to me to see what’s happening in the UK. It’s certainly not the Britain that I knew and loved. And Britain should’ve known. What happened? Winston Churchill’s observations written after having fought Muslim fanatics in the Sudan in 1898 (he also knew them from his years in India) can hardly be bettered. Pay particular attention to his final line. “How dreadful are the curses which Mohammedanism lays on its votaries! Besides the fanatical frenzy, which is as dangerous in man as hydrophobia in a dog, there was s a fearful fatalistic apathy. The effects are apparent in many countries. Improvident habits, slovenly systems of agriculture, sluggish methods of commerce, and insecurity of property exist wherever the followers of the Prophet rule or live… Individual Moslems may show splendid qualities. Thousands become the brave and loyal soldiers of the Queen; all know how to die; but the influence of the religion paralyzes the social development of those who follow it. No stronger retrograde force exists in the world. Far from being moribund, Mohammedanism is a militant and proselytizing faith. It has already spread throughout Central Africa, raising fearless warriors at every step; and were it not that Christianity is sheltered in the arms of science, the science against which it had vainly struggled, the civilization of modern Europe might fall, as fell the civilization of Ancient Rome.”

Bees as well just sugar and water nothing else, not the dyed crap from the feed store either....

@DreilingGDog @Super70sSports I drove a 73 El Camino in high school with a " Bitch Bitch Bitch " sticker on the back oh those were glorioUSly dangeroUS times

@Super70sSports Doesn't scare me. I drove a '73 Monte Carlo on retreads in HS

It’s a miracle my generation’s hands are mostly intact considering every classroom came equipped with one of these finger guillotines for no apparent reason.

@Super70sSports @MarkDavis . . . every time I was required to cut something with that thing I would say to myself okay I have to pay particular attention to what I'm doing I don't wanna lose an appendage as this apparatus is based on the guillotine 🙃👋

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Can anyone explain to me why James Carville is still in the public eye? I can't imagine anyone giving two sh-ts what he has to say about anything.