[ti]stir[/ti]Hey Dalt

i was reading a few posts this morning and immediately thought of the 7 stages of grief.

i feel kind of bad for poking a few of them because i think they are actually grieving not just the loss but the realisation their idol is not who they thought he was.

only a few more days to go now

theweek.com/speedreads/961139/trumps-team-reportedly-trying-assemble-crowd-major-sendoff-hours-before-bidens-inauguration

Trump has asked for a major send-off,"


www.mediaite.com/news/pentagon-confirms-military-will-not-hold-traditional-farewell-ceremony-for-trump/

Defense One reports that the Pentagon confirms the military will not hold a farewell ceremony for President Donald Trump, as it has for past presidents.

I’m sorry, but this bit just made me laugh. Pretty much him in a nutshell.

Trump is reportedly considering throwing himself a farewell ceremony that would include military flourishes like a 21-gun salute. (from debs link)

You can’t salute yourself ya numpty

I wonder if he uses his right hand or left hand for that?

60 hours- can you feel nicer times soon? ... and thanks for the "Countdown" thread Pepe! Freeforums is way less glitchy than Tapatalk, and I feel like I can still share this "Countdown" thread with the people/place of "Countdown" thread origin... bitches... LOL...

LOL- it's a small- but divided- circle. I talk about you on this board- and another talks about me on another. Betting Biden can help bring us together.

Who else is tired of the venomous division that Trump thrives on?

59 hours... Tuck the era of Frump.

sadly i don't think he is just going to go away - he will be more toxic than ever

real hard nuts those two , not a peep since the day before .. all talk and all mouth the pair of them . he and i are meant to be ''catching up'' at the Avalon air show .

   
  i doubt it would happen . the logistics are a nightmare . i could walk around asking for a yank , but i cant see that helping .
same problem for him ''anyone seen a loudmouth australian ?''  you can see the difficulty .

the flags at the ceremony look stunning. but it's a shame that Trump has ruined it for everyone

Poor little snowblowers are losing their Queen in a few hours. Never seen a sorrier bunch of cry babies in my life.

Mama...i have a hunch you may have found the missing C*ntana...was she wearing combat boots? 🤣

Well, we made it!
We have a new President.
I cried through his speech.
I feel hopeful again.....and what about
Amanda Gorman?
Wasn't she something?

"The Hill We Climb,"

When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?

The loss we carry. A sea we must wade.

We braved the belly of the beast.

We've learned that quiet isn't always peace, and the norms and notions of what "just" is isn't always justice.

And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it.

Somehow we do it.

Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation that isn't broken, but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised
by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.

And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn't mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.

We are striving to forge our union with purpose.

To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

And so we lift our gaze, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.

We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.

We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.

We seek harm to none and harmony for all.

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true.

That even as we grieved, we grew.

That even as we hurt, we hoped.

That even as we tired, we tried.

That we'll forever be tied together, victorious.

Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid.

If we're to live up to our own time, then victory won't lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we've made.

That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.

It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit.

It's the past we step into and how we repair it.

We've seen a force that would shatter our nation, rather than share it.

Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.

And this effort very nearly succeeded.

But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.

In this truth, in this faith we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

This is the era of just redemption.

We feared at its inception.

We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour.

But within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.

So, while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe, now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our
inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, become the future.

Our blunders become their burdens.

But one thing is certain.

If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children's birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.

Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

We will rise from the golden hills of the West.

We will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution.

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states.

We will rise from the sun-baked South.

We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.

And every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful.

When day comes, we step out of the shade of flame and unafraid.

The new dawn balloons as we free it.

For there is always light, if only we're brave enough to see it.

If only we're brave enough to be it.