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And there you have it.
@realDonaldTrump knows what's up.
This could be absolutely horrifying. https://twitter.com/kayleighmcenany/status/1310976674851360768
And there you have it.
@realDonaldTrump knows what's up.
This could be absolutely horrifying. https://twitter.com/kayleighmcenany/status/1310976674851360768
Implanted ear pieces rely on radio transmissions.
The Esteem is invisible, but it can be detected by doctors through as visual inspection.
The following video was four years ago.
The Esteem is invisible, but it can be detected by doctors through as visual inspection.
The following video was four years ago.
She said that she controls when it's used.
Biden reaches into his pocket when he's in trouble.
His wristwatch vibrates to make sure that he knows when to activate it.
Biden reaches into his pocket when he's in trouble.
His wristwatch vibrates to make sure that he knows when to activate it.
He looks lost and afraid as he's told a woman wants to ask a question.
His hand fumbles into his pocket, and then he puts on his mask until he calms down.
He was told through his earpiece, "Smile, Joe!"
His hand fumbles into his pocket, and then he puts on his mask until he calms down.
He was told through his earpiece, "Smile, Joe!"
Body language experts can be easily fooled by people as self-aware as Trump.
The art has its limitations, but as someone with severe PTSD, I've studied as of this for decades, long before I knew I had PTSD.
All I knew was that there was something VERY wrong with me.
The art has its limitations, but as someone with severe PTSD, I've studied as of this for decades, long before I knew I had PTSD.
All I knew was that there was something VERY wrong with me.
When my brother got a system infection from having his bowel punctured in an outpatient procedure to fix an umbilical hernia, they told me he was going to die.
I went in to see him, and he was hallucinating like a son ofg a bitch.
There was a bowling alley in the hallway.
I went in to see him, and he was hallucinating like a son ofg a bitch.
There was a bowling alley in the hallway.
The Food Network and KFI AM640 were broadcasting from the next room.
The Air Force was patrolling the hospital with German shepherds.
He stopped hallucinating on the next day.
I visited him twice a day, for two hours at a time.
The Air Force was patrolling the hospital with German shepherds.
He stopped hallucinating on the next day.
I visited him twice a day, for two hours at a time.
Four hours a day.
They tried every antibiotic known to science and were down to the second to last before they stopped the infection.
It took almost a month.
Long after he fully recovered, I told him that they said he was going to die.
They tried every antibiotic known to science and were down to the second to last before they stopped the infection.
It took almost a month.
Long after he fully recovered, I told him that they said he was going to die.
He said it never showed in my face, my words, or my posture.
I know.
That's how well I can control myself.
Besides, the whole time I was there, I was thinking this as hard as I could:
"YOU. WILL. LIVE."
Death is simply walking through another door. I'm not afraid of it.
I know.
That's how well I can control myself.
Besides, the whole time I was there, I was thinking this as hard as I could:
"YOU. WILL. LIVE."
Death is simply walking through another door. I'm not afraid of it.
BUT.
He still wanted to live.
So I made sure that I was a totally relaxing, casual presence, as though his condition were nothing.
And I knew--KNEW--that he'd make it.
MY PARENTS didn't visit him.
They were too afraid.
Neither did my siblings.
He still wanted to live.
So I made sure that I was a totally relaxing, casual presence, as though his condition were nothing.
And I knew--KNEW--that he'd make it.
MY PARENTS didn't visit him.
They were too afraid.
Neither did my siblings.
Well, my parents are dead, and my siblings live in astate of universal unhappiness.
So be it.
Not my problem.
I'll end with a dream I had last night.
It MAY be prophetic, since my dreams often are.
So be it.
Not my problem.
I'll end with a dream I had last night.
It MAY be prophetic, since my dreams often are.
Trump and Biden had their first debate at a gas station.
My whole family went to watch. I was my present age of 58, my parents were elderly, and all my siblings were teenagers.
The two candidates stood at podiums while we sat in front of the gas pumps.
My whole family went to watch. I was my present age of 58, my parents were elderly, and all my siblings were teenagers.
The two candidates stood at podiums while we sat in front of the gas pumps.
Biden got the first question...and he never stopped talking.
His staff was there, sitting in front of us, and they had piles of books with brightly colored slips of paper between the pages to mark the answers.
I can't remember the first question.
His staff was there, sitting in front of us, and they had piles of books with brightly colored slips of paper between the pages to mark the answers.
I can't remember the first question.
While Biden's staff flipped through the pages of the books, Biden hectored them for the answers.
"Just a second!" they told him.
So Biden took of his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and started telling crazy stories.
"Just a second!" they told him.
So Biden took of his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and started telling crazy stories.
One was about how he got the NFL to play on the battlefield during the Iran-Iraq War.
"They were shook up, man, so I had to be quarterback for both teams! And the artillery was coming in--whoosh, bang--but I threw perfect passes!"
He was acting it all out.
"They were shook up, man, so I had to be quarterback for both teams! And the artillery was coming in--whoosh, bang--but I threw perfect passes!"
He was acting it all out.
Trump said to Chris Wallace, "Can we do anything about this?"
Wallace ignored him.
He was in a state of rapture, listening to Biden.
Wallace ignored him.
He was in a state of rapture, listening to Biden.
Someone brought Trump a tall barstool, and he sat down, took out a book, and started reading.
Little by little, the crowd thinned out.
My mother said to me, "We have to go. This is a huge waste of time."
"I'm going stay," I said. "I'm going to ask Trump if he'll give me a lift home."
Biden asked John Kerry out of the crowd.
My mother said to me, "We have to go. This is a huge waste of time."
"I'm going stay," I said. "I'm going to ask Trump if he'll give me a lift home."
Biden asked John Kerry out of the crowd.
Kerry gave Biden a piggyback ride, galloping in circles all over the gas-station lot.
Biden was shouting that this the core of the Green New Deal.
We'd commute by piggyback.
Biden was shouting that this the core of the Green New Deal.
We'd commute by piggyback.
"Look how easy it is, man!" he yelled.
Kerry ran out into the street, and he and Biden took off, disappearing in the distance.
Trump closed his book, stood up, and said, "Thank you ladies and gentlemen. God bless you, and God bless the United States of America."
Kerry ran out into the street, and he and Biden took off, disappearing in the distance.
Trump closed his book, stood up, and said, "Thank you ladies and gentlemen. God bless you, and God bless the United States of America."
As my family loaded up into our 1972 Ford station wagon, I wondered how I'd ask Trump for a lift home.
That's when I woke up.
I wish I'd had time to ask.
END
That's when I woke up.
I wish I'd had time to ask.
END
ADDENDUM:
Twitter broke the thread in multiple places, and as I prepared to fix it...suddenly it was fixed.
Happened right in front of my eyes.
That's pretty exciting. https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1311021047110537216.html
Twitter broke the thread in multiple places, and as I prepared to fix it...suddenly it was fixed.
Happened right in front of my eyes.
That's pretty exciting. https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1311021047110537216.html
