Sometimes, when he fails badly enough, Trump can be forced to do the thing he says he never does: back down.
Today is just one more turn on the roller coaster - but it is more evidence of why we can't give up or let up.
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I’m going to say something that shouldn’t be controversial but will be. If you are a Christian, you can support border control and immigration being legal vs illegal. You CANNOT celebrate deportations and get off on the cruelty, and be a real Christ follower. Period
sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.
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i miss slow things. slow mornings. slow friendships. slow art. slow romance. everything feels like it needs a deadline when the best parts of being alive takes more time to bloom than we care to admit.
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it's funny. I'm about as passionate a dog lover as anyone I've ever met, but I've still met a fair number of them who were terrible.
I've actually found the cats I've known to be more consistent as pleasant companions, with a few exceptions. my oft-mentioned best friend had a big black cat who lived very comfortably with his human parents but never quite lost his wildness, which often manifested itself by his lying under the place I was sitting and attacking my legs as if they were a combination of sparrow and scratching post. I still have the scars. he also lived to be twenty or thereabouts and shocked the vet by requiring a double injection to "ease" him over that final bridge. the easing wasn't so easy.