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In 1933 #FDR said “no business which depends for existence on paying less than living wages has any right to continue in this country” via Harvey J Kaye

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Grandma Smokesweed
Grandma Smokesweed@GSmokesweed1·
This is your seven am nothing tweet posted at seven am and they said it couldn't be done.🤣🤣🤣
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Kyblueblood 🏇
Kyblueblood 🏇@kyblueblood·
People are more concerned with survival than Massie or Epstein Read the room. Esp with no affordable housing and all the de funding. People with disabilities are not ok. I monitor the numbers at the institutions. others need help too. @AndyBeshear @KyDems
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Kyblueblood 🏇
Kyblueblood 🏇@kyblueblood·
Unmarked graves is markede unknown instead of their name. This is our horrific history. @GovAndyBeshear @KYAlGentry I lost my sister after 3 months in a restraint . It wasn't an isolated incident.
Kyblueblood 🏇@kyblueblood

Kentucky left folks with disabilities in unmarked graves in our state cemeteries. kyhi.org @GovAndyBeshear Never forgotten 💔 List of those buried at Frankfort State Hospital & Cemetery . kyhi.org/fshs-cemetery-…

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PopPuffsPot
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@GSmokesweed1 Good morning Grandma 🌄☕,luv ya 😘! Did you sleep well,I did ok except for the pee calls. I've got fog here! Any plans for your day? I don't have anything today. Live Love Laugh☮️Have a beautiful day my dear friend🫂🫶Love and Hugs from Pop ❤️❤️❤️ xoxoxo 🥰💨
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RC deWinter
RC deWinter@RCdeWinter·
killer Trump belongs in jail
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Zwartbles Ireland • Suzanna Crampton
Taking a break at 9:30am before a tour arrives. Been going since 4:30am in the cool of early daylight before the heat arrived.
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Grandma Smokesweed
Grandma Smokesweed@GSmokesweed1·
Good morning twitter friends. Thank you to those who still say good morning in spite of getting only a like and no reply. You are special people. Everyone have a great Tuesday!💚
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Mr PitBull Stories
Mr PitBull Stories@MrPitbull07·
In the late 1990s, Hollywood studios wanted to change the ending of “The Sixth Sense.” Bruce Willis took a massive pay cut to stop them. And a 10-year-old boy understood the film better than most adults in the room. When M. Night Shyamalan wrote “The Sixth Sense,” he was a struggling 28-year-old director whose previous films had failed. Studios rejected the script repeatedly. Too quiet. Too dark. Not commercial enough. Executives especially hated the ending. They wanted Bruce Willis’s character to survive. They wanted something happier. Something safer. Shyamalan refused. Then Bruce Willis read the script. At the time, Willis was one of the biggest action stars in the world: “Die Hard.” “Armageddon.” “The Fifth Element.” But this film was different. No explosions. No action hero speeches. Just grief, loneliness, and a devastating twist. Willis loved it so much he accepted a major salary cut to help get the movie made. But finding the right child actor nearly became impossible. Hundreds auditioned for the role of Cole — the boy who “sees dead people.” Most children were frightened by the material or didn’t fully understand the story. Then Haley Joel Osment walked in. He was only 10 years old. Shyamalan asked if he had read the script. “Yes,” Haley answered calmly. “Twice.” Then Shyamalan asked: “Do you understand the ending?” “Of course,” Haley replied. That was the moment the director realized this child understood the emotional core of the movie in a way many adults did not. He got the role immediately. On set, Bruce Willis became fiercely protective of Haley and reportedly told crew members: “That kid is more professional than a lot of adults I’ve worked with.” Meanwhile, Shyamalan fought to protect the film’s secret twist ending. Scripts were hidden. Crew members received incomplete pages. Critics were asked not to spoil the reveal. At the time, this was unusual. Movies were marketed by showing audiences everything. “The Sixth Sense” did the opposite. Then came the premiere. For two hours, audiences watched Bruce Willis play psychologist Malcolm Crowe helping a frightened boy communicate with ghosts. Then the final revelation arrived: Malcolm himself had been dead the entire time. The theater reportedly fell completely silent before erupting into shock, applause, and disbelief. Suddenly every earlier scene meant something different. The ignored conversations. The cold air. The dropped wedding ring. The clues had been there all along. “The Sixth Sense” became a global phenomenon, earning over $670 million worldwide and receiving six Oscar nominations — including one for 11-year-old Haley Joel Osment. But its biggest impact may have been cultural. It changed how Hollywood handled spoilers forever. After “The Sixth Sense,” protecting surprise endings became part of movie culture itself. The studio wanted a safer ending. Bruce Willis fought to preserve the original one. A 10-year-old understood the twist before many executives did. And together they created one of the most unforgettable endings in film history.
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@jeanangel58 @ThatEricAlper I think it was part of the President’s exercise initiative. I liked it; it was fun— A whole lot more fun than the rope climbing or diving I was forced into doing 5 years later. Rope climbing and diving gave me nightmares!
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NoelCaslerComedy
NoelCaslerComedy@caslernoel·
“On Memorial Day I also think of a long lost great uncle I never met, my maternal grandmother’s brother, Rodger. He joined the Merchant Marines during World War II and on D-Day his assignment, along with his fellow mariners, was to sink the older ships called ‘corncobs’ that were sailing in the waters off of Normandy. A 1,000 yards from shore they would sink ships to provide a secret breakwater for Allied amphibious landing craft; creating an artificial temporary bulwark against the waves (codename Gooseberry). After scuttling their own vessels, they were then instructed to tread water until a fellow Merchant Marine ship rescued them. As the horrors of the D-Day invasion unfolded before his youthful, wide open eyes, my great uncle spent many hours treading water, unarmed, but that ship never came. I cannot imagine the death and destruction he witnessed; the sights and sounds of abject horror as he struggled to stay afloat in the salty water, and the helpless nature of his circumstance. Watching so many fellow countrymen cut down as soon as they hit the beach, along with our Allied partners who fought as mightily and sacrificed just as profoundly. All he could do was to keep from drowning - and bear witness to the infernal operation, the largest amphibious invasion in world history. He also unwittingly saw the frightful beginning of the end of the Nazi takeover of Western Europe. Hard fought hope, springing and sprinting forth from hell itself. The brave young men who kept storming those beaches that infamous day, and who served in the skies above, in wave after wave of lethal determination, did so knowing most of them would not come home. All it takes is a visit to the fields above Omaha Beach to realize the enormity and finality of their sacrifice. The rows of white crosses seem endless at the Normandy American Cemetery; 9,389 graves in Colleville-sur-Mer, France. Another 1,557 names inscribed on the Walls of the Missing. They were climbing those hallowed cliffs into eternity. This is the true cost of freedom. My great uncle was eventually pulled from the roiling and bloody waters later that evening and made it back home after the war ended. He spent his first year back in Springfield, Massachussets sleeping in a graveyard every night, with a horse as his only companion, before eventually drifting away from my grandmother’s family altogether. She would get a call from him out of the blue on Christmas Day sometimes, but as the years wore on those calls eventually stopped coming. My great uncle never got over that fateful day. He may have carried his own demons into battle, which would only have been amplified in the horror. As we know all too well now, the costs of war lasts long after the shooting stops. That is why it is so insulting and dangerous to have such unworthy men in charge of our nation’s military actions.” open.substack.com/pub/noelcasler…
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