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MKM🌊🌊🌊🌊
@MKMitchell7
Proud mom, proud Nana, proud democrat, trying to live a good life and support good people and ideas. my body, my choice. #VoteBlue #YesWeKam #HarrisWalz2024
Katılım Eylül 2020
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My sweet 2-year-old baby girl is gone.
I am sitting in her room at 5 a.m. Today is Tuesday. She passed on Saturday. She left us suddenly and we still don’t have answers.
We were at a restaurant when she became upset, so I stepped outside around 1:10 to comfort her. Shortly after, we noticed her breathing had changed and contacted her pediatrician. We were advised to help her breathe cooler air and seek emergency care right away. We acted as quickly as we could and called 911.
We rushed her to a nearby store where we tried to help her while waiting for emergency services. Medical help arrived quickly, and she was taken to the hospital just minutes away. Despite everyone’s efforts, she passed away at 2:28 p.m.
We were with her the entire time. I held her for hours after she passed. I am currently 28 weeks pregnant with a baby boy, and I felt him moving while I held her. The only information we have so far is that there was no obstruction found and no visible trauma. We are still waiting for further answers.
The rest of that day felt unreal. We went home without her. We brought her belongings, her toys, and her car seat. We collected keepsakes like her hand and foot prints at the hospital with the help of her pediatrician, who stayed with us throughout.
That night, family began arriving. We held onto her things and tried to rest, but we barely slept.
The following days have been incredibly difficult. We are grieving deeply. I am struggling to eat and sleep, though I am trying to take care of myself for my pregnancy and for my baby boy.
Right now, I am sitting in her room holding her blanket and remembering her. My son is moving inside me, and it brings both pain and comfort at the same time.
I miss her beyond words. I just hope she is safe, loved, and at peace. She will always be my baby girl. I love her forever.
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@JamesTate121 But no one with any authority will do anything about it
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A retired lawyer in the U.S. was watching the news when he saw the story about the new Trump commemorative coin and something immediately didn't sit right with him.
So he did what lawyers do. He went digging...
And he found it. A federal law passed in 1866 that explicitly prohibits living people from appearing on U.S. currency. It's not a grey area. It's not open to interpretation. It's been sitting in the books for over 150 years.
The last time this actually happened was 1926 when a coin featuring Calvin Coolidge was minted while he was still alive and serving as president. The backlash was immediate. The coins were pulled. And the law was reaffirmed...
Now this retired lawyer has filed a federal lawsuit against the U.S. Mint not because of who is on the coin, but because the law says it simply cannot be done. Full stop...
No political agenda. No protest. Just one guy, a dusty legal statute, and a federal case that nobody in Washington apparently saw coming
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@mmpadellan Are you in any socials besides x? I love you but I'm not on x too much!
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Good morning and Happy Thursday to everyone who agrees that it is incredibly ignorant for trump to stoke his petty, jealous beef with the Pope.
And for the record, as a Muslim, as an American, as a human being, I stand with Pope Leo.
How about YOU?
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@mikejwhelan I'm not on socials much these days. But I still pray forif you every day. I'm so very sad to read this. Praying for comfort and peace for you🩷🩷
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Have used every fucking one.
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫@Matt_Pinner
6 for me!! I feel confident nobody Has all 20 How many for you?
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GREAT NEWS, TWEEPS:
My Wife just took her oath for citizenship, she is officially a U.S. Citizen as of today!
BONUS: She just registered to vote.
So that's ONE MORE vote!!💥
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It would be so cool if we had an independent elected body to represent the will of the people and uphold the Constitution in the face of a growing executive tyranny.
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BREAKING: “You raised a kid that slit your throat” — Steve Bannon goads MAGA crowd to BOO Rob Reiner as Turning Point USA reaches a new moral low.
If you ever wondered how far the MAGA movement would sink, Friday night at Turning Point USA’s AmFest gave a chilling answer.
As news of the killing of legendary filmmaker Rob Reiner hung heavy in the air, a packed crowd didn’t respond with sympathy, reflection, or even silence. Instead, they jeered and booed.
Yes, booed.
Onstage, MAGA firebrand Steve Bannon acknowledged that Reiner’s death was “obviously a tragedy,” but that moment of decency lasted about half a breath. When Bannon referenced Democratic strategist James Carville praising Reiner’s cultural impact, the crowd erupted in jeers.
But it gets even worse. What followed was uglier still.
Bannon sneered that Reiner made “a handful of crappy movies,” then absurdly elevated conservative activist Charlie Kirk as the true cultural savior of America. From there, the rhetoric spiraled into something far darker — invoking assassination, betrayal, and violent imagery aimed at a man who had just been killed.
“Dude, you raised a kid that slit your throat,” Bannon told the cheering crowd.
This wasn’t political disagreement. It wasn’t satire. It wasn’t commentary.
It was public cruelty, aimed at a dead man, delivered to applause.
Even Bannon seemed to sense the indecency, repeatedly insisting he was being “brutally frank,” as if naming his own callousness somehow excused it. He capped the tirade by declaring that Democrats who honored Reiner were “demonic.”
Let’s be clear: Rob Reiner was a towering figure in American culture, responsible for films and shows that shaped generations. You don’t have to agree with his politics to recognize his humanity — or to understand that mocking someone after their death is a moral line most people don’t cross.
But MAGA crossed it — gleefully.
This moment wasn’t about Reiner. It was about power, resentment, and a movement so consumed by grievance that even death isn’t sacred anymore. Where empathy once lived, there is now applause for degradation. Where decency should exist, there is only rage.
Booing the dead doesn’t make you strong. It doesn’t make you brave. It just tells the rest of us exactly who you’ve become.
And now, MAGA has shown America something truly ugly: the darkest, most despicable reaches of their psyches — without shame, and without apology.
Please like and share to spread their shame!
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For nine months, my wife, Brooklyn, carried our baby boy. And for nine months, we lived in a place between hope and heartbreak.
Early in the pregnancy, we learned something was terribly wrong. Around the three- to four-month mark, doctors told us our son had severe hydrocephalus — fluid building so rapidly in his brain that it pushed everything aside. They used to call it “water on the brain,” but the simplicity of the name didn’t soften the reality.
We were eventually referred to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, where some of the best fetal specialists in the country met with us. And they gave us the kind of news no parent is ever prepared to hear.
His condition was so severe, so extreme, that they stopped measuring. There was no point, they said. The MRI images were devastating. We were told there was a greater than 90% chance our son would either:
• Die shortly after birth, or
• Survive with such profound cognitive impairment that life — real life — would not be possible.
We sat through meetings no parent should ever sit through. Conversations about breathing tubes. About how long to try. About the moment we might have to make the decision to let him go.
Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati to be close to the hospital. I drove back and forth — working, caring for our daughters Sophie and Lily, and trying to keep our home standing while our world felt like it was falling apart.
Then came July 8th.
Just 15 minutes before Brooklyn’s C-section, we sat with doctors again and discussed when — not if — we might have to remove life support and let our son go to heaven.
I don’t have words for that kind of pain.
And then — Charlie Edward Schnarr entered this world crying.
A strong, loud, defiant cry.
The most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
He stayed in the NICU until yesterday… and now we are home. Together. Holding him. Loving him. Watching him breathe. Watching him live.
He has mild ventricular enlargement we will keep an eye on — but otherwise?
He is thriving. Eating. Wiggling. Yawning. Gripping our fingers. Looking around at a world that was never supposed to be his.
The doctors have no explanation. They said his brain somehow cleared the blockage on its own — something none of them have seen in a case this severe. The word that kept echoing through the NICU from seasoned nurses and top specialists was the same:
“Miracle.”
“Divine intervention.”
They said it. Not us.
We know thousands of people — family, friends, coworkers, strangers — were praying for our son. I believe with everything in me that God heard those prayers. That He placed His hand on Charlie. That He said, not this one.
I will spend the rest of my life thanking Him.
To every person who prayed for us — every text, every message, every whispered intention — thank you. You carried us when we were too exhausted to carry ourselves.
Prayer is real.
God is real.
And miracles… they still happen.
With a full and grateful heart,
—Nick
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This is my baby. The pathology report is not what we hoped for, but we are ready.
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