With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Kill. Me.
Kill. Me.
Cognitive decline ✅
Lethargy ✅
Bruising/skin discoloration ✅
Irritability/mood swings ✅
Leg swelling ✅
Weight loss ✅
Hair loss ✅
Regular MRIs ✅
They can try to lie all they want, but it’s pretty clear he’s got cancer.
Cognitive decline ✅
Lethargy ✅
Bruising/skin discoloration ✅
Irritability/mood swings ✅
Leg swelling ✅
Weight loss ✅
Hair loss ✅
Regular MRIs ✅
They can try to lie all they want, but it’s pretty clear he’s got cancer.
But seriously, happy birthday Marines. Thank you all for continuing to be the baddest mfrs on the planet.
But seriously, happy birthday Marines. Thank you all for continuing to be the baddest mfrs on the planet.
I glanced down at the message.
“Anna, Lindsey Halligan here,” it began.
So began my text exchange with the woman who is prosecuting the president's perceived political enemies.
www.lawfaremedia.org/article/anna...
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"