Posted on 05/31/2024 3:10:14 PM PDT by CottonBall
ALL ABOARD THE TRUMP FAMILY TRAIN, EST. 2017 BY DOLLYCALI!
Survived everything thrown at it over the years, just like President Trump....including trolls, moles and saboteurs.
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Posting on behalf of the TFT founder and thread mama, Dolly Cali. 
Am I The Only One – Aaron Lewis
How nice to see you on here!
Are you back in your hotel?
hi sj!
Do they know where your luggage is?
Yes, back since Monday. I fed that stray cat a can of cat food yesterday. Haven’t seen her today. There’s a hole in the fence that goes to an apartment complex where they were doing construction. But they cleaned out all the stuff I think she had been living in, hope she finds another safe place.
Thanks norsky, those are great.
“I’m quite intrigued by President Trump’s talk of getting rid of income taxes....completely. This will certainly stir the pot - the left will go nuts lol.”
He’s brilliant. There’s no normal person that thinks taxes are good. And specially now with inflation making it hard for people to make it month to month, the thought of not paying taxes has to be appealing
That must be adorable, two granddaughters and the puppy zooming around. How old are the kids?
“What current situation compels you to seek Jesus? What’s your heartfelt prayer today?”
kittens
I’m overwhelmed with all the suffering here. Found another litter of dumped kittens, this time at a rental car place.
On the other hand I see God’s work and the kind people, the caring and responsible ones. The young man that is a detailer at Enterprise is taking care of last year’s don’t kittens. He feeds them and they all look nice and healthy. I know he doesn’t make much at that job, so I gave him $20 for cat food. He acted like I gave him a hundred. I probably should have given him a hundred. $20 doesn’t go far these days
great job campaigning for Trump!
brilliant!
Paul Harvey was a brilliant broadcaster. His, “And now you know... the rest of the story” was legendary. In 1965 he produced, “If I Were the Devil.” Sixty years later, his predictions proved to be reality.
If I were the devil … I’d engulf the world in darkness, but wouldn’t be happy until I seized the ripest apple on the tree: the United States.
If I were the devil... I’d subvert churches first — I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: “Do as you please.”
To the young, I would whisper, ‘The Bible is a myth.” I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide -what’s bad is good, and what’s good is bad. To the old, I would teach them to pray, “Our Father, which art in Washington…”
Then I’d get organized. I’d educate authors on how to make lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies. I’d pedal narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.
If I were the devil, I’d have families at war with themselves, churches at war with themselves, and nations at war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed from within. With promises of higher ratings, I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames.
If I were the devil, I would encourage schools to refine young intellects, but neglect to discipline their emotions — just let those run wild, until before you knew it, you’d have drug sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.
Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing, judges promoting pornography, and soon… I could evict God from the courthouse, from the schoolhouse, and from the halls of Congress.
And in His own churches, I would substitute psychology for religion, and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money.
If I were the devil, I’d take from those who have, and give to those who want until I had killed all incentives of the ambitious.
And what do you bet -I could get states to promote gambling as the way to get rich? I would caution against hard work and moral conduct. I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned and that what you see on the TV is the way to go.
If I were the devil, I’d just keep on doing what he is doing.
(Of course, we know none of this would ever happen).
Eat all the Mexican food you can before you leave! I can’t find any good Mexican food here in tennessee. I imagine Wisconsin might be similar.
Paul Harvey was the best! Thanks for posting Dolly.
Hey Mexican food enthusiasts. Can’t find good restaurants? With Mexican food you like?
Let’s have a Mexican food/recipe day here…????
We’ll share our favorite recipes
Our favorite restaurants (link to their homepage)
Our favorite margaritas
Etc
Train women of grit and determination…I respect you n we will be needed with strength from God to help our republic.
Here’s a gal to emulate- determination and focus
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In 1954, sixty-three-year-old Maine farmer Annie Wilkins embarked on an impossible journey. She had no money and no family, she had just lost her farm, and her doctor had given her only two years to live.
But Annie wanted to see the Pacific Ocean before she died. She ignored her doctor’s advice to move into the county charity home. Instead, she bought a cast-off brown gelding named Tarzan, donned men’s dungarees, and headed south in mid-November, hoping to beat the snow. Annie had little idea what to expect beyond her rural crossroads; she didn’t even have a map. But she did have her ex-racehorse, her faithful mutt, and her own unfailing belief that Americans would treat a stranger with kindness.
Annie, Tarzan, and her dog, Depeche Toi, rode straight into a world transformed by the rapid construction of modern highways. Between 1954 and 1956, the three travelers pushed through blizzards, forded rivers, climbed mountains, and clung to the narrow shoulder as cars whipped by them at terrifying speeds. Annie rode more than four thousand miles, through America’s big cities and small towns. Along the way, she met ordinary people and celebrities—from Andrew Wyeth (who sketched Tarzan) to Art Linkletter and Groucho Marx. She received many offers—a permanent home at a riding stable in New Jersey, a job at a gas station in rural Kentucky, even a marriage proposal from a Wyoming rancher.
In a decade when car ownership nearly tripled, when television’s influence was expanding fast, when homeowners began locking their doors, Annie and her four-footed companions inspired an outpouring of neighborliness in a rapidly changing world.
My daughter said they have a Mexican restaurant there that’s not bad. We’ll see. I was trying to convince her to open a breakfast/lunch burrito shop like we have here. Even my granddaughter thought a wrap was the same as a tortilla! Too much work for me to do alone.
Trouble is all Mexican food is not the same. TexMex is the best! I found the grocery stores there so different too, just not the same foods as here.
The suitcase was never actually lost. Garuda Airlines was so late out of Jakarta that the Singapore agents didn’t have time to get the suitcase from the Garuda baggage and switch it to the United flights. The suitcase was stuck in Singapore.
That is where the problem began. Compounding the problem is that there were two sets of ticketings. One from Sentani > Jakarta > Singapore and a completely separate ticketing and routing from Singapore > Houston > Atlanta. Singapore is a great airport in that transit flyers, even on separate ticketings don’t need to go through immigration, baggage claim, customs, and checking back in. The Singapore agents do that for you. My problem is with the lateness of arrival. My long layover was dissolved. Literally, I checked into United one scant minute before check-in was closed. They called ahead to the gate to allow me on board.
I made it. The suitcase did not.
So, when I arrived in Atlanta, I went to the baggage claims office and initiated the retrieval request. Fortunately, every company cooperated and it is on the way. I called United today to double check.
Only it is after 9pm here and I don’t think I’m getting the suitcase tonight. My good toothbrush, water pik, dental tools are in the awaited luggage. A few gift, my Bali Batik duffel bag, all my underwear except-what-I’m-wearing-and-have-been-washing-every-day, my jeans, my dresses, stockings, a few of my good shirts, and a circular cutting disc for my deli slicer are all in that suitcase. Big sigh.
I really, really would like this done.
I always enjoyed Paul Harvey
One more?
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