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🚨 UPDATE: Texas tech entrepreneur Adam Robinson, 44, his wife Helen, their TWO young children, their nanny and two friends were among the NINE people kiIIed in the Learjet crash in Florida, per TMZ An ENTIRE family, gone. Just heartbreaking. God bless their souls 🙏🏻 
The jet was flying from Austin to the Bahamas. TMZ says the crew was pilot Jeff Gregory, 55, and 20-year-old co-pilot Nathalia Gadelha Filgueiras. The crew radioed a MAYDAY before the jet slammed into a roadway in Greenacres, leaving an impact crater. NTSB says it has evidence the plane started breaking up BEFORE impact, but it's still working to confirm.

WE SURE DO 👏🏼👏🏼

My girlfriend told me my old dog had run away while I was out of town. I changed my flight and came home to look for him. The next morning, an animal shelter called. They’d scanned his microchip. “Before you come down,” the woman said, “there’s something you should know.” I’d had Cooper since my senior year of college. He’d lived with me in apartments where the kitchen was practically in the bedroom. He’d ridden home beside me after graduation, his bed wedged between everything I owned. Now he needed help getting into the truck. Our walks were shorter. Sometimes he stood at the bottom of the porch steps until I came back for him. Occasionally, he had an accident before we made it outside. I kept cleaner under the sink and an extra towel by the door. We were figuring it out. My girlfriend moved in three months ago. At first, she said she understood. Then she started pointing out things I already knew. “He’s having trouble getting up.” “He peed again.” “You can’t keep planning your whole day around him.” I told her I’d been talking to his vet. I knew he was getting older. I wasn’t pretending otherwise. One night, while I was washing his bedding, she leaned against the laundry room door. “Have you thought about letting him go?” I stopped loading the washer. “That’s a conversation I’m having with his vet.” She said she hadn’t meant it like that. When a two-day work trip came up, I offered to have a friend stay with Cooper. She looked offended. “I can take care of a dog.” So I left his food measured out, wrote down his routine, and called after I landed. Everything was fine. The next afternoon, she texted. “Please don’t freak out. Cooper got out of the yard.” I called immediately. She said she’d let him outside, stepped away, and come back to an open gate. “How long ago?” “I don’t know. I’ve been looking.” Cooper barely made it to the end of our block anymore. But I pictured him wandering in the wrong direction, getting tired somewhere I couldn’t see him. I took the earliest flight I could get. At home, I dropped my suitcase by the door and picked up his leash. I searched until after two in the morning. Every few houses, I stopped and listened for his tags. By daylight, I was sitting in my truck outside a closed veterinary office, calling shelters and leaving messages. Then my phone rang. They had him. I put my forehead against the steering wheel. “Oh, thank God. Somebody found him?” The woman paused. “He wasn’t brought in as a stray.”

🚨 DISGUSTING: A University of Michigan student SHOVED a conservative Jewish activist to the ground on campus, then tried to kick her. Liz Benichou was at a table asking one question: "Is Islam compatible with the West?" The student was arrested on the spot. As officers cuffed her, she yelled, "I should have f***ing killed you when I had the chance." Benichou says the student told her she'd been in a mental hospital before and would gladly go back if it meant she got to kill her. The left says words are violence. Then they answer words with actual violence. Charge her. Expel her. Jail her.

Tomorrow, we deliver the verdict on the most corrupt president in America history.

Being heavily medicated doesn't excuse violent assault. She is a danger to the public and needs to be locked up before someone ends up dead. Zero excuses!

Can you imagine your finger getting caught on that nose ring and pulling it out?

My girlfriend told me my old dog had run away while I was out of town. I changed my flight and came home to look for him. The next morning, an animal shelter called. They’d scanned his microchip. “Before you come down,” the woman said, “there’s something you should know.” I’d had Cooper since my senior year of college. He’d lived with me in apartments where the kitchen was practically in the bedroom. He’d ridden home beside me after graduation, his bed wedged between everything I owned. Now he needed help getting into the truck. Our walks were shorter. Sometimes he stood at the bottom of the porch steps until I came back for him. Occasionally, he had an accident before we made it outside. I kept cleaner under the sink and an extra towel by the door. We were figuring it out. My girlfriend moved in three months ago. At first, she said she understood. Then she started pointing out things I already knew. “He’s having trouble getting up.” “He peed again.” “You can’t keep planning your whole day around him.” I told her I’d been talking to his vet. I knew he was getting older. I wasn’t pretending otherwise. One night, while I was washing his bedding, she leaned against the laundry room door. “Have you thought about letting him go?” I stopped loading the washer. “That’s a conversation I’m having with his vet.” She said she hadn’t meant it like that. When a two-day work trip came up, I offered to have a friend stay with Cooper. She looked offended. “I can take care of a dog.” So I left his food measured out, wrote down his routine, and called after I landed. Everything was fine. The next afternoon, she texted. “Please don’t freak out. Cooper got out of the yard.” I called immediately. She said she’d let him outside, stepped away, and come back to an open gate. “How long ago?” “I don’t know. I’ve been looking.” Cooper barely made it to the end of our block anymore. But I pictured him wandering in the wrong direction, getting tired somewhere I couldn’t see him. I took the earliest flight I could get. At home, I dropped my suitcase by the door and picked up his leash. I searched until after two in the morning. Every few houses, I stopped and listened for his tags. By daylight, I was sitting in my truck outside a closed veterinary office, calling shelters and leaving messages. Then my phone rang. They had him. I put my forehead against the steering wheel. “Oh, thank God. Somebody found him?” The woman paused. “He wasn’t brought in as a stray.”

Donald Trump tried to rig the rules. Californians fought back with Proposition 50 and WON. But this fight is far from over. Get out and VOTE.

So are you for using the c word ya prick

AN ENTITLED NEIGHBOR THOUGHT THEY COULD BLOCK A DRIVEWAY AND GET AWAY WITH IT.

Angry Man Assaults An Auditor, Calls Police To Frame Him & Walks Away In Criminal Handcuffs !!!

Donald Trump knows he’s going to lose in November. His presidency as we know it will end on Tuesday if we do our job and VOTE.