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George Floyd went to jail 8 times. In 2007, he held a gun to a woman’s stomach during an aggravated robbery. George Floyd statues should be removed. Raise your hand 🤚 if you agree

@EmilyTensen @saniyafatma1278 WOW! You are good!

@saniyafatma1278 You stole this.

Getting pulled over today coming back from the shelter with Bunny: Police: You were going 56 in a 40. Me: I am going to incriminate myself, but I WAS driving 56 because I thought the speed limit was 55, and I am on hour nine of a drive to bring home my new rescue dog, and I am just so very tired. Police: Well a rescue dog is a good enough excuse, just show me your license and I will let you go with a warning. Bunny is already working her magic✨

He was supposed to be on vacation. Spencer Stone was 23 years old, half asleep in his seat aboard a high-speed train racing through Europe toward Paris. Beside him were his two closest friends from Sacramento — Alek Skarlatos and Anthony Sadler. Three childhood friends backpacking across Europe before life carried them in different directions. It was August 21, 2015. Train: Thalys 9364. Passengers onboard: 554. Then the bathroom door opened. A man stepped into the aisle carrying an AK-47. Panic exploded instantly. People screamed. Passengers dove beneath seats. A French-American professor named Mark Moogalian lunged at the attacker in a desperate attempt to stop him first. He was shot in the back. The attacker was armed with: an assault rifle, a pistol, a box cutter, and hundreds of rounds of ammunition. The train was sealed shut and moving nearly 200 miles per hour. There was nowhere to run. Spencer Stone stood up anyway. No speech. No discussion. No time to think. He sprinted directly toward the gunman. Alek Skarlatos charged behind him. Anthony Sadler followed. Then a 62-year-old British businessman named Chris Norman — a complete stranger to the others — joined the attack too. Every instinct in the human body says to run from danger. All four men ran toward it. Stone hit the attacker first, wrapping him in a headlock and driving him to the floor of the train aisle. What followed was 90 seconds of brutal chaos. The attacker slashed at Stone repeatedly with a box cutter, cutting deep into his neck, face, and hands. Blood poured across the train floor. His thumb was nearly severed. Still, Spencer Stone refused to let go. Together, the four men subdued the attacker and tied him up with belts and a necktie before he could carry out a massacre. Then Stone collapsed. A deep wound in his neck had come within millimeters of killing him. But even while bleeding heavily on the floor, Stone crawled toward Mark Moogalian — the passenger who had been shot earlier trying to stop the attack. With one hand pressing against his own neck wound, Stone worked to keep Moogalian alive until emergency crews reached the train. Later, surgeons said Stone’s injuries had been dangerously close to fatal. When he woke after surgery, his first question was not about himself. He asked: “Did anyone else get hurt?” Because of the actions of four ordinary men during 90 seconds aboard a moving train, 554 passengers made it home alive. Days later, French President François Hollande awarded Stone, Skarlatos, Sadler, and Norman the Légion d'honneur — France’s highest honor. The world briefly called them heroes. Spencer Stone brushed it aside with the same quiet answer every time: “I just did what anyone would do.” But that is what makes the story unforgettable. Most people freeze. Most people run. Most people protect themselves first. Spencer Stone ran directly at an armed attacker with his bare hands. And while bleeding from the neck on the floor of a speeding train, he still crawled toward another wounded man because someone needed help. Three childhood friends from Sacramento. One stranger from Britain. Ninety seconds. That was all it took to save 554 lives.

Insane corruption from a homeless project in Los Angeles, California - The Weingart NGO got a $30 million dollar grant for homeless housing - A senior citizen home was cleared of elderly residents - The property was listed on the market for $11.2 million, but it was then sold to Weingart for $27 million (huge gap of money that disappeared) The city pays the NGO extremely high rates, $400,000 per bed per year for homeless housing on this property The building sits empty The NGO has no obligation to put a homeless person in a bed, so they can bill for every room at $400,000 per year with no one in them It doesn’t stop there. Taxpayers also cover the purchase, operations, upkeep, and problems even if the facility sits empty The Weingart NGO operates around 10 similar homeless housing facilities We need prison sentences for every Democrat involved in these deals and every NGO executive Spencer says he will hand them over to the IRS and DOJ for investigation and prosecution I saved him some time and looked up who handed the money out Key Democrats Who Oversaw the Money - Mayor Karen Bass (Democrat) - Former Mayor Eric Garcetti (Democrat) - Key member on the Housing & Homelessness Committee is Nithya Raman (Democrat) who has been involved in oversight and funding decisions - LA County Board of Supervisors (All Democrats) I think the problem is clear

@catturd2 I will not be able to sleep tonight after seeing this!

I'm glad, but it's way too early to have this is my feed lol

Please re-post... share... Enough of AOC.

@TuckerPoodleMA 1. New Riders of the Purple Sage with Jerry Garcia/Fillmore East 2. The Cowsills/West Point Homecoming 3. New Kids on the Block 4. I had tickets to see the Beatles in Boston/my parents wouldn’t let me go. 5. Billy Joel and Elton John Almost too embarrassed to hit post!

Introduce yourself with 10 bands you've seen live: 1. Lynard Skynard 2. Journey 3. Bob Segar 4. Eric Clapton 5. Tom Petty 6. Metallica 7. Madonna 8. Guns N Roses 9. Bon Jovi 10. Oasis

@Sofia50020Sofia When was it on? I have no clue! 🕵️‍♂️

Who else skipped it?

@stiletoprincess @SteveStevethe I have never watched The View. Never will tape and watch every episode!

Roseanne Barr scored a HUGE $50Million deal w/Fox...Her new show is set to go head-to-head w/The View...She's not holding back. "We're going to take them down" Will you watch?

@TuckerPoodleMA Still suffering?

Fuckin chopped straw!!!!!!!😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

@DavidJHarrisJr She should live in fear of plastic surgeons.

Cher: "I'm afraid. I live in Fear because of Donald Trump." Thoughts?

@TrumpsHurricane Circus clown

If this Democrat Rep were not a Congresswoman, what job would she have ??

@nhnonna @CrazyVibes_1 Me too!

@CrazyVibes_1 I am trying hoping that this is a REAL story, as I brush the wears from my cheek……

I thought my cat was having a secret romance through the neighbor’s window until I learned who was really waiting there. The first time I caught Razzle doing it, I almost dropped my laundry basket. There he was, my big fluffy Ragdoll, standing on his back legs outside my neighbor’s window like he was in the final scene of some old love story. His front paws were pressed flat against the glass. His blue eyes were wide. His little pink nose was almost touching the pane. From where I stood in the apartment courtyard, it looked like another paw was touching his from the inside. I squinted. “No way,” I whispered. Razzle didn’t even look back. This cat, who acted like walking from the couch to the food bowl was a full day’s work, had somehow dragged his soft, dramatic body all the way to Mrs. Harlan’s ground-floor window. And now he was holding paws with somebody. I walked closer, trying not to laugh. “Razzle,” I called. He turned his head slowly, gave me a look that clearly said, “Please respect my privacy,” then turned right back to the window. I had raised a soap opera actor with whiskers. At first, I thought there was another cat inside. Maybe Mrs. Harlan had one I’d never seen. Maybe Razzle had a secret girlfriend. Maybe he had been sneaking out for months, promising some fancy indoor cat that one day he’d break her out and they’d run away together behind the dumpsters. I stood there like an idiot, holding a basket of towels, watching my neutered cat act like he had a complicated romantic past. After about five minutes, he finally dropped back down and came waddling over to me like nothing had happened. “Sir,” I said, “you are unemployed and fixed. What exactly was that?” He blinked at me. The next day, he did it again. Same window. Same time. Same dramatic little paw against the glass. This time I looked harder. There wasn’t another cat. Behind the thin white curtain, I saw a shape. Not fur. Not ears. A hand. An old woman’s hand. Mrs. Harlan. I didn’t know much about her. She lived alone in the apartment next to mine. She was small, quiet, and always wore a pale blue sweater, even when it was warm out. I’d seen her carry grocery bags one at a time because they looked too heavy. I’d waved at her maybe three times in two years. That was it. That’s how people live now, I guess. Ten steps from each other, sharing walls, sharing parking spaces, hearing each other’s microwaves beep through the drywall, but still strangers. Razzle apparently knew her better than I did. For four days, I watched him go to that window. He didn’t scratch. He didn’t meow. He just stood there and placed both paws on the glass. And every time, that small wrinkled hand came up from the other side. On Friday, I got embarrassed. I thought maybe he was bothering her. So I opened my door and called him back. “Razzle, come on. Leave that poor woman alone.” He looked over his shoulder, annoyed as usual, but before he moved, Mrs. Harlan’s curtain shifted. A piece of notebook paper was taped to the inside of the window. The handwriting was shaky. Please don’t call him away too soon. I just stood there. The next afternoon, I baked banana bread from a mix and took it over. Not because I’m some wonderful neighbor. Because I felt ashamed. Mrs. Harlan opened the door after the second knock. Her hair was white and soft around her face. Up close, she looked tired in a way sleep probably couldn’t fix. “I’m sorry about Razzle,” I said. “He’s not usually that nosy.” Her eyes filled before I even finished talking. “Is that his name?” she asked. “Razzle?” I nodded. She smiled a little. “That’s a good name.” Then she looked past me, down at the sidewalk where Razzle was sitting like he had an appointment. “I had one like him,” she said. “A Ragdoll. His name was Charlie.” Her voice got thin. “My husband got him for me after our son moved out. Charlie was with us for fifteen years. After my husband passed, Charlie was the only living thing in this apartment that still made noise.” She looked down at her hands. “When Charlie died, the place got so quiet I stopped turning on the television. Sound just made the silence worse after it ended.” I didn’t know what to say. Mrs. Harlan wiped under one eye with her sleeve and gave a small laugh. “Then your Razzle showed up at my window. Same blue eyes. Same big silly feet. First time I saw him, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.” Razzle chose that moment to press his face against her screen door. She laughed for real then. It was small, but it was there. “Would you like to meet him without the glass?” I asked. Her hand went to her chest. “Oh,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” “It’s not trouble,” I told her. “Honestly, I think he’s been trying to get invited in.” I opened the door, and Razzle walked inside like he owned the place. He didn’t run around. He didn’t sniff every corner. He went straight to Mrs. Harlan’s chair, waited for her to sit, then climbed into her lap like he had been doing it for years. She put both hands on his back. Then she cried. Not loud. Not messy. Just quiet tears falling into his fur while Razzle closed his eyes and purred like an old engine starting back up. After that, Razzle had visiting hours. Three afternoons a week, he went next door. Mrs. Harlan brushed him, talked to him, and sometimes told him stories about Charlie and her husband. I started staying for coffee once in a while. Then twice in a while. I had lived beside that woman for two years and never really seen her. My cat saw her through a window. That still gets me. We think kindness has to be big to matter. Big checks. Big speeches. Big rescue stories. But sometimes it’s just a soft paw on a cold window. Sometimes it’s not calling someone away too soon. And sometimes, the most dramatic thing your cat ever does is remind you that somebody nearby is lonelier than they look.

@Milajoy She was incredibly obnoxious tonight!!!!

Jessica Tarlov makes The Five totally unwatchable. I had to turn the channel.

@AntiLeftMemes Circus clown. He wouldn’t even need a mask.

Tim Walz said he will never run for an elected office again. What should his next job be?

@MeghansMole She had a hysterectomy years ago. What don’t people get?

Meghan Markle FAKED being pregnant to get two surrogate born children within the British Line of Succession This is FRAUD against the UK & Commonwealth Meghan NEVER gave birth to Archie or Lili, that’s a FACT

@TrumpsHurricane Does she have any idea of how absolutely ugly her hatred and TDS makes her look?

Liberal podcaster Jennifer Welch says “I am disgusted and embarrassed to live around Trump supporters. It sickens me.” What advice do you have for her ??

@conservfam7 She was particularly obnoxious on the Five tonight!

Does anyone else despise Jessica Tarlov as much as I do?

@greatimp Sounds like Boston!!

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 The County just Assessed my property at 50,000 more than it's previous assessment. This is some Bull Shit.

@nightsmusic1 @MeghansMole I’m sorry….she pretends to be royal, imitates Diana constantly, he claims to want to return to the UK to represent the Crown and yet allows this crap to be published. They deserve one another. They make me nauseous.

As If anyone ever needed more proof this abominable excuse for a human was never pregnant, this is it. Holding her moonbump in place to make sure it's solid before she starts her nonsense that no woman who is naturally that pregnant would be able to do is just another slap in the face to anyone who cares about the Monarchy. She's an idiot.

Sussex Squad are in full melt down mode This is your idol 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️