Donald Trump Claims To Be Israel’s Greatest President

I don’t understand why so many people get so mad about politics.

If I was Donald Trump or his press secretary and I was trying to intentionally lose the next two elections, I would go on national television and say things like this. I would say that I was the greatest president of a foreign country in history. I would say that Gen Z is whining about affordability.

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  1. It’s July 3rd…

    The current temperature is 100 degrees F at Gettysburg, PA. Today is Friday (maybe Fry-Day would be more precise) the same day of the week July 3rd occurred on back in 1863 when some now believe the temperature got over 100 degrees.

    “It’s all now you see. Yesterday won’t be over until tomorrow and tomorrow began ten thousand years ago. For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it’s still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it’s all in the balance, it hasn’t happened yet, it hasn’t even begun yet, it not only hasn’t begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin against that position and those circumstances which made more men than Garnett and Kemper and Armistead and Wilcox look grave yet it’s going to begin, we all know that, we have come too far with too much at stake and that moment doesn’t need even a fourteen-year-old boy to think This time. Maybe this time with all this much to lose and all this much to gain: Pennsylvania, Maryland, the world, the golden dome of Washington itself to crown with desperate and unbelievable victory the desperate gamble, the cast made two years ago; or to anyone who ever sailed a skiff under a quilt sail, the moment in 1492 when somebody thought This is it: the absolute edge of no return, to turn back now and make home or sail irrevocably on and either find land or plunge over the world’s roaring rim.”
    — William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust, 1948.

    May God Save the South!!!

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