Trump has gotten NOTHING out of these NEGOTIATIONS. Kim JONG UN has ignored him totally. Has continued to build nuclear weaponry and is making a total FOOL of TRUMP.
&n... moreTrump has gotten NOTHING out of these NEGOTIATIONS. Kim JONG UN has ignored him totally. Has continued to build nuclear weaponry and is making a total FOOL of TRUMP.
He is a GREAT DEAL-MAKER. Because he thinks that TALKING to this MONSTER makes him special. ANYONE could TALK to KIM JONG UN. But they didn't. BECAUSE THEY KNOW THEIR ENEMY. THIS TURKEY is eating out of Kim Jong Un's hand. And OBAMA never ASKED for any meeting with Kim Jong Un. Kim would have peed in his pants if that happened.
HE is a LIAR.
Obama is not nuts. TRUMP IS. less
Wayfair workers couldn’t stomach they were making beds to cage children.
They asked the company to stop. CEO said no.
Tomorrow, they‘re walking out.
This is what solida... moreWayfair workers couldn’t stomach they were making beds to cage children.
They asked the company to stop. CEO said no.
Tomorrow, they‘re walking out.
This is what solidarity looks like – a reminder that everyday people have real power, as long as we’re brave enough to use it. https://t.co/667abeLDTG
— Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (@AOC) June 25, 2019Gov has ordered new beds from Wayfair for the illegal kids. But the workers are refusing to make the beds. So they would rather the kids not have a bed? Or they just want their political pawns left on the floor, right? less
Art Garfunkel
... moreI've Grown Accustomed to Her Face
Art Garfunkel
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!I've grown accustomed to her faceShe almost makes the day beginI've grown accustomed to the tune thatShe whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her frownsHer ups, her downsAre second nature to me nowLike breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we metSurely I could always be that way againAnd yet I've grown accustomed to her lookAccustomed to her voiceAccustomed to her face
I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill In a wretched little flat above a storeI can see her now, not a penny in the tillAnd a bill collector beating at the door
She'll try to teach the things I taught herAnd end up selling flowers insteadBegging for her bread and waterWhile her husband has his breakfast in bed.
In a year, or so, when she's prematurely greyAnd the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalkShe'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away With a social-climbing heiress from New York
Poor Eliza. How simply frightfu... less
