🇺🇸BearStory🇺🇸
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🇺🇸BearStory🇺🇸
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God Family Country Charlie
Great Lakes to Gulf Coast Katılım Mart 2009
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🚨 U.S. Attorney for D.C. Jeanine Pirro just laid out what REALLY happened with Fed Chair Jerome Powell.
They sent Powell a letter THREE different times demanding answers about the $1 BILLION cost overruns on the Federal Reserve building renovation…
And he just ignored it.
A BILLION dollars.
As Pirro put it: we’re not talking $1M… not $10M… not even $100M…
We’re talking $1,000,000,000 in overruns.
Then suddenly — out of nowhere — Powell posts a video the other night crying about “political persecution.”
Yeah… that’s not how someone with nothing to hide behaves.
They think they’re above the law.
They’re about to find out.
Do you firmly support Jeanine Pirro 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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@realkarenjean @TMZ @spencerpratt Just saw another one where Harvey is for Pratt. He felt the clap back!
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WHY IS @TMZ HATING ON SPENCER PRATT @spencerpratt FOR LIVING IN A HOTEL? HIS HOUSE WAS DESTROYED!!
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Adam Corolla & Spencer Pratt discuss the homeless problem in LA
It is very clear that @spencerpratt understands the problems of Los Angeles and should be the next Mayor
Sanity needs to return to Los Angeles government
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We spent another magical day on Skid Row!! Animal abuse and human shit everywhere, our vehicles got vandalized and puppies all over the streets because no laws are being enforced.
Amazing job @MayorOfLA and @nithyavraman!!!
#standupforpits #lawless #hellhole #losangeles
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@BuzzPatterson Never heard a of a pilot’s flying experience before! ✈️🤩😎
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Midnight over the North Atlantic, chasing the edge of the world.
Picture this: You're strapped into the left seat of a heavy jet, engines humming their deep, endless lullaby at 39,000 feet.
Outside the cockpit windows, it's pure velvet blackness—inky ocean below, stars so sharp they could cut glass above. When you catch a glimpse of the sea, it’s violently churning and you know you could never survive a ditching in that.
The North Atlantic at night feels like flying through God's own inkwell. No cities. No ships. Just you, your crew, and the quiet roar of 300 souls trusting you to keep the metal tube steady.
Then it happens.
The horizon starts to betray you. A faint, electric indigo bleeds into the east, slowly turning to molten rose, then furious tangerine. You’ve been flying west-to-east, chasing the dawn like it owes you money. And suddenly—BOOM! The sun cracks the rim of the planet like a golden sledgehammer.
It doesn’t rise gently. It *attacks*. Rays slice straight through the windshield, turning every droplet on the glass into a thousand tiny lasers aimed directly at your eyeballs.
Your Ray-Bans are somewhere in your flight bag, useless now. You’re squinting, half-blinded, tears streaming while the whole sky explodes in violent pinks, fiery oranges, and that impossible, heart-stopping blue that only exists at 40,000 feet.
For a few glorious, painful minutes, you’re not just a pilot—you’re Icarus who actually made it, bathing in liquid sunrise while the Atlantic sparkles 7 miles below like scattered diamonds. The fatigue melts. The night vanishes. And for one brief, brilliant moment, the entire planet feels like it’s waking up just for you.
Then you reach up, yank the sun visor down, and mutter the sacred pilot prayer:
“Coffee. Now!”
#NorthAtlantic #SunriseFromTheFlightDeck #AviationLife #CockpitViews

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At exactly this time one week ago, we received the most crushing news any parent could ever imagine to hear. The most lonely nights and painful days have followed. Yesterday, our family laid the body of our 20 year old son, Evan, to rest. This morning just after sunrise I found myself back at his grave site just trying to “process the process”. They say that today begins our new normal. Days filled with not just sorrow and mourning, but deep hurt and confusion. Nothing feels right. Absolutely nothing. Everything is a reminder. Days feel like decades. Life can never be the same. I can feel the grace of Jesus increase as the despair tries to set in. His grace truly is sufficient in times like this. The absolute ache of the soul affects every part of your mind, body and spirit. I’m just trying to function at this point. One day. One step. One cry. One prayer at a time. It’s amazing what pain and grief can do to change you. I have so much to say and just can’t bring myself to say it. But this one thing I know…..When things aren’t good, God still is.



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