The war was raging yet Lincoln kept his light on the good of the union and the good of his countrymen and countrywomen. With every twist and every turn, he did not waver in his ability to negotiate. He remembered from his mother's last words, to never change and never compromise character to stay the same honest. He felt that his position gave him the greatest opportunity to use eloquence and diplomacy to get the right earning from the intense labor like a farmer, he was ever patient even with little time. This is how he educated himself, a little at a time until the heart desired more. Lincoln worked for everything he had in life and was too poor for privilege until he found himself. As president, he knew that the due season harvested will come on time. Lincoln secretly wanted to save his three living predecessors who were tortured and trapped by the Confederates. Even though he did not agree with his predecessors' stance, he believed that serving the highest office is a privilege that requires careful and dignified actions. With all-partisan set-aside, he knew that he had to act and to act quickly. Who knows what they might say about the union and who knows what they've been put through? Good, Old Lincoln answered the call because he believed that they can help him negotiate the future of America. He always thought about building America again and better including every issue that has been left out to restore the justice needed to last forever. This climax his decision to make sure that he makes the South yield to a truce because he saw how brutal their ambition was and how they dreaded the union. Lincoln had no other choice but to advance the war and keep the peace of the North, he saw that the South wanted to utterly destroy the Union and he was not going to let that happen. He remembered the belief of Van Buren who entrusted the presidency to him before he died winning his vote and support. Lincoln reminded Van Buren of the son who went to the Navy and served his country proudly. Van Buren had a son named Abraham and Lincoln had relatives in New York and it is believed that he came to New York, his relative Andrew Lincoln had a clothing company in East Rochester, New York like Washington came to Pittsford in the 16th Century. Lincoln's resolve was " That we remained one country and united but with no divisions." He knew this task would seem impossible but he did not waver in doing so making it known to his closest allies. And he knew his death would be on the line for taking the side of the liberation and using peaceful devices but also he was prepared and he prepared the union with leaders who were like him to win the nation over. He did not want to die a death in vain but a death that will bring the Union back together remembering that we need each other and that we need to be united for the good of all. That we have a mission to this land and this world to not tarry in ourselves but to avail ourselves as equal and no maltreatment or division has enough strength to divided us when too much blood united us. Lincoln kept the Radical Republicans at bay and always seeing the light manage to edge victory. For he felt each day that he is living and standing for something, it is not in vain. Lincoln believed this despite losing children and not having much of his birth family behind him but through faith and friendship enlightened the world. He was never afraid to defend friends and allies, something he learned all the time with Susan B. Anthony introducing him to supporters to win the presidency, Sojourner Truth as his personal minister who taught him about the struggles of everyday Americans. Frederick Douglass as his loyal friend who visited his house not too long after being freed, and Ulysses Grant, the general he renamed, his most faithful successor. Abraham Lincoln found friends and allies in all walks of life.

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A relatively slow week in Congress. Only 14 votes, seven of them party line. Steil stayed with his party this week, keeping with his general pattern.

Today I write words I will never forget.

For me the morning of September 11th started out like any other. I was 8 months pregnant with my daughter, my now ex-husband and myself had an apartment that was a block away from the World Trade Center. We had a mutual friend visiting from out of state. My ex and our friend had woken up before I did and were having their morning coffee out on the fire escape. They were just sitting there shooting the breeze while enjoying their morning coffee when they saw the very first plane hit the North Tower of the WTC. I was immediately awoken by the loud bang and the violent shaking of our apartment due to the impact of the plane entering the WTC. I jumped up out of bed and ran for the living room. I could see out to where my ex and our buddy were standing staring off towards the WTC plaza. I’m of course curious to find out where the bang had come from and what had caused it. My ex turned to see me heading his way and immediately ran to try and stop me from seeing what was going down. I finally managed to push past him and followed our buddies gaze until I saw exactly what he was looking at. It was like something out of a movie. There was a huge gaping hole in the tower and large amounts of black smoke pouring out of the tower. My first thought was that it had to be an accident caused by pilot error, because in NYC planes are not even allowed to use any of the airspace near the financial district due to how tall the buildings are. Then out of nowhere another plane comes through and crashes right into the South Tower. This absolutely freaks me out, cause now we all knew that this wasn’t an accident. We now knew we were under attack. We just had no idea who had attacked us or why. I immediately grabbed my camera (which I had been using to document my pregnancy and the progress we were making setting up the nursery) and I ran out to the street. There were emergency vehicles flying past us making their way up the street to the WTC. I started taking pictures of the chaos in the streets. There were people running toward us away from the buildings, some were covered in blood, others were burned, their clothes were torn and they looked dazed. As we got closer to the buildings we could see cops and firefighters and EMT’s running into the buildings as they were burning. There were businesses that began handing out bottles of water and I swear every single New Yorker in the city was out on the streets watching this all happen. All of a sudden we felt the ground begin to shake as if we were experiencing an earthquake, we heard people shouting that one of the towers was falling, and we all took off running in opposite directions. I remember ducking into a store and waiting out the collapse. I remember seeing clouds of dust enveloping what had once been a clear city street. When things appeared to calm down outside we stepped out of the shop in which we had taken sanctuary and all we could see, smell and taste was dust. We decided to try and make our way back up to the WTC plaza due to the fact that I wanted to get pictures of the aftermath. As we once again made our way there the ground beneath our feet began to shake once again, we had actually made it close enough this time so when the next tower started to fall we could actually hear the creaking of what I assume were the support beams of the tower as they began to twist and give way. I remember there was an NYPD officer directing people to leave the area, telling them to head west towards the bridge. As I stood in the middle of Church and Vessy St snapping pics the officer came up to me and told me that the second tower was fixing to fall and that I needed to haul ass out of the area immediately. I turned and began walking away, heading back toward where my ex and our buddy had stood waiting for me. We began heading back home and all of a sudden there came an extremely loud sound coming from the direction of the WTC, it sounded like a freight train. I remember looking back and just praying I’d make it home alive before the next collapse. It didn’t happen. I remember feeling arms grabbing me around my waist and the next thing I knew I was being tossed under a parked car, when I looked to see who had put me there I saw the cop who had been directing people away from the tower. He told me as calmly as he could to stay put for mine and my unborn babies safety. I watched him disappear into the dust cloud. I never did get to thank the NYPD officer who saved my life because I was later told that he had ended up being killed by debris that was falling from the tower during the collapse. Once the last tower had finished collapsing I pulled myself out from under the car and I looked around at the once clear sky that now looked dark, there was dust caked all over everything and everyone, including myself. I searched for my camera so that I could continue taking photos but it had been destroyed when I was tossed under the car. I began to quickly try to remember where I was, see my eyes were so irritated from the dust in the air that it made it hard to see anything. I decided to try and find some place where I could wash out my eyes as well as my mouth. I ran into the 7-Eleven and grabbed a couple bottles of spring water, stepped up to the counter to pay for it and the manager told me they were on the house so I thanked him and left the store. Once outside I removed the cap from the first bottle and immediately poured it over my face, making sure to rinse my eyes out as best I could. I then opened the second bottle, took a swig then proceeded to swish and gargle until my mouth and throat weren’t as dry and scratchy as they were before. I then realized that I had become separated from my husband and our buddy when the second tower fell. I wondered if they had made it back to the apartment so I decided to head back home to find out. On my way back to my apartment I could hear chirping sounds coming from where the buildings had once stood. I saw fire trucks, police cars and an ambulance that had all been crushed by falling debris and covered with mounds of dust, it was like a nuclear winter. I decided to get a closer look so I headed toward the rubble; there I was stopped by an NYPD officer as well as an emt who both decided that I needed to be checked out due to the fact that I was pregnant and had just survived the collapse of two buildings. I tried telling them that I was fine and that I was looking for my husband and our buddy which prompted them to ask me if we had been in the buildings to which I replied that we hadn’t. I then gave them the rundown on my situation and told them that I really needed to get home because if my husband were there right now he’d be worried about me. After they had finished checking me over they allowed me to go. Before I left I did ask the emt about the chirping noises and he told me it was the sound of the locators in the firemen’s jackets. They go off whenever a fireman is lost during a fire. That was when I came to realize just how many people were possibly lost and or killed in the collapsing towers. As I made my way back home I saw hundreds of people covered in dust and blood trying to find phones to call home with. They were scared, injured and just wanted to hear a familiar voice so that they could let their loved ones know that they were okay. That made my need to go home grow even more intense. When I finally got to my building I saw my husband and our buddy talking to a cop outside I immediately ran over to my husband and threw my arms around him. He had thought that I had been either hurt or killed during the collapse. He kept asking me where I had been and if I was okay. I tried answering his questions but when I opened my mouth to do so all I could do was sob. We made our way back up to our apartment and as we walked through the door we saw that our home was also covered in dust and our phone was ringing. My husband led me to our bedroom and sat me on our bed (which was also covered in dust) while he went to answer the phone. Ten minutes later he came back into the room and told me that my mom had called and that he told her I was too upset to talk at the moment but that he would make certain that I called her once I had calmed down. All I could do was nod. He then told me he was going to call his family so that they wouldn’t be worried and with that he left the room. I immediately got up from my bed and decided I would go checkout the nursery to see if it too had been affected. As soon as I stepped in to the nursery I saw that it too was covered in dust and that just upset me more. I had started sobbing so bad I actually fell to the floor. I began feeling as though it was the beginning of the end of the world. When I was finally able to stand I joined my husband and our buddy in the living room where they both were silently sitting on the dust covered couch watching MSNBC. The reporter was saying that the planes that hit the towers had been hijacked by middle eastern Islamic terrorists. They were also reporting that another plane had been crashed into the Pentagon and that another plane had crashed in a field just outside of Shanksville, Pennsylvania. I just couldn’t stand it anymore so I grabbed the cordless phone, stepped out to the fire escape and dialed my mother’s number. I waited and waited for her to pick up but all her phone kept doing was just ringing and ringing so I hung up and decided I would call her back later. I then thought about my aunt who worked at Windows on the World, I frantically dialed her number and got no answer, so I called my cousin (my aunts daughter) to find out if my aunt had had to work that morning. I got my answer as soon as my cousin answered the phone and my stomach turned upside down forcing me to drop the phone and run to the bathroom. My husband had retrieved the phone for me and proceeded to hand it to me as I came out of the bathroom. My cousin was still on the phone so I asked her if she had heard from our cousin who was a fireman with the FDNY or from his father (our uncle) who was a policeman with the NYPD she responded that she hadn’t and told me she’d call me later if she heard anything from anyone in the family about those who were at this point basically considered to be among the missing I promised her that I would do the same and with that we ended our call. As the day went on my husband, myself and our buddy decided we didn’t want to stay in the apartment due to the dust that now covered everything we owned so we decided to go down to Ground Zero as it was now called just to see how close we could get and what we could see. What we saw once at the pit made us sick, sad and angry. We saw landing gear that belonged to one of the planes, we saw a lady’s heel shoe, we saw a menu for Windows on the World (which made my heart sink), we saw lots and lots of papers and we saw a desk, we saw a fireman’s jacket, we saw a pocketbook, a child’s doll, a desk chair and we saw luggage from the planes we also saw body parts scattered all around. The pile was still ablaze and the smoke was acrid. We saw rescue workers with and without masks working the pile in what was considered a search and rescue at the time. Later that day Rudy Giuliani (who was mayor of NYC at the time) had come down to the site to assess the damage and to speak to the workers and to see what was needed for the people down there to do their jobs safely. He also took time to talk to families of those who were missing and he also spoke to people who lived in the neighborhood whose homes were compromised by the twin towers falling. He decided the best thing he could do was to give us all vouchers so that we could stay in hotels until our homes could be cleaned. That was a complete God send for us because we did not want to spend the night in our dust covered apartment. Once we had collected our voucher we headed back to our apartment to pack clothes as well as some other items we would be needing during our stay in the hotel. Once we finished we headed off to the cheapest hotel we could find; we ended up staying at the Best Western. Once we were all checked in we all took turns taking showers it felt nice to get out of our dust covered clothes and to be able to wash all of the grime off of ourselves. Once we finished getting cleaned up we realized that none of us had eaten anything all day so we decided to take a walk to a nearby pizza joint. After getting our food we sat down at a table which sat right directly in front of the store front window. None of us spoke as we ate, we just sat at our little table staring out at what had once been a busy city street that now was silent. It was quite eerie because the city is never quiet but tonight it was so quiet, the only sounds one could hear were the sounds of trucks going to and from Ground Zero. Once we had finished our dinner we decided to head back to the hotel so that we could rest and make phone calls to our loved ones. When we got back to our room I laid myself down on the bed my husband and I would be sharing, our buddy sat down on the bed across from ours while my husband flipped on the tv. We sat quietly rewatching the events of the day unfold once again on the television. I had finally had enough so I picked up the phone which sat on a little night stand that sat between the two beds and I dialed my mother’s number. The phone rang once before my mother answered. She told me how she’d been trying to call me all day and how she had been worried that something had happened to me and proceeded to ask me if I was okay and how she wished I’d move back up to Maine where it would be safer to live and raise a baby. I let her go on and on before finally telling her that I was fine and updating her on the events of my day. I became aware of how exhausted I was so I told me mom that I would call her back in the morning and I told her I loved her and with that we ended our call. As soon as I hung up I rolled over and passed out. It wasn’t a peaceful sleep. I woke up multiple times during the night from nightmares. It seemed like even sleep couldn’t save me from what had happened. The next few days were spent roaming around the streets which had once been busy and full of life but were now deathly quiet except for the noise of all the trucks that came and went from Ground Zero hourly. My husband began making plans for us to return to Maine due to the fact that he now felt that it was no longer safe for us to have and raise our unborn daughter there and due to the fact that both of our families now resided in Maine and he felt the need to be closer to them. We made enquires as to when the bridges and tunnels would be reopened for travel but no one we asked seem to have any answers. We spent the following weeks at the Best Western for sleeping and during the day we could be found trying to salvage what we could from our apartment. I was an emotional wreck. Once we cleaned and packed what we could my husband and our buddy loaded in all into the back of my husbands truck, which thankfully had not been affected by the terror attacks due to the fact that we kept the truck parked in a parking garage down in Broadway. See in the city you don’t really need a car to get around thanks to the subways, taxis and buses. A month later we headed back to Maine. I remember crying as I watched my beautiful city disappear from view. I gave birth to my daughter Kylie 3 days before Halloween. I have been back to NYC more than once since 9/11 and I remember thinking how I missed the old skyline. Life has moved on and we are now 19 years removed from that terrible day and another building now stands in the footprints of where the WTC has been. There is also a memorial and museum. I lost an aunt, an uncle, a cousin and six friends that day. I have kept every newspaper, every magazine, every book, I have seen every movie and every documentary. 9/11 is and always will be my Pearl Harbor.

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I’ve struggled a lot lately with this weird middle ground of wanting to do nothing, but write and having a hard time knowing what to write about, or better yet, how to write it. With everything going on in the world – Coronavirus, Black Lives Matter, an upcoming election, murder hornets, Kanye West putting his name on election ballet… you get the idea. 2020 is a total shit show, however, I know everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I think what so many people are afraid of right now is saying the wrong thing or being on the wrong side of an argument. I’m not usually one to be afraid to speak my opinion, but not only do I want to not say the wrong thing, but I’m at an honest to god loss for words these days. As a white woman, who am I to say anything? As enlightened as I can become on the subject of BLM, Coronavirus, and the year of 2020 in general – I still don’t have a clue.

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Prince Charles and Princess Diana had a troubled marriage that ended in divorce and later her untimely death. Prince Andrew made headlines with soft porn star Koo Stark and now is involved with the Jeffrey Epstein debacle. Prince William is in the spotlight as the man who would be king and Prince Harry is causing a stir because of his wife and their move to America. One Royal, however, is showing himself to be doing things in a different manner and all the while keeping a low profile. Prince Edward the Earl of Wessex and his wife Sofie Rhys Jones met in 1994 and the couple married on June 19, 1999.

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The war was raging yet Lincoln kept his light on the good of the union and the good of his countrymen and countrywomen. With every twist and every turn, he did not waver in his ability to negotiate. He remembered from his mother's last words, to never change and never compromise character to stay the same honest. He felt that his position gave him the greatest opportunity to use eloquence and diplomacy to get the right earning from the intense labor like a farmer, he was ever patient even with little time. This is how he educated himself, a little at a time until the heart desired more. Lincoln worked for everything he had in life and was too poor for privilege until he found himself. As president, he knew that the due season harvested will come on time. Lincoln secretly wanted to save his three living predecessors who were tortured and trapped by the Confederates. Even though he did not agree with his predecessors' stance, he believed that serving the highest office is a privilege that requires careful and dignified actions. With all-partisan set-aside, he knew that he had to act and to act quickly. Who knows what they might say about the union and who knows what they've been put through? Good, Old Lincoln answered the call because he believed that they can help him negotiate the future of America. He always thought about building America again and better including every issue that has been left out to restore the justice needed to last forever. This climax his decision to make sure that he makes the South yield to a truce because he saw how brutal their ambition was and how they dreaded the union. Lincoln had no other choice but to advance the war and keep the peace of the North, he saw that the South wanted to utterly destroy the Union and he was not going to let that happen. He remembered the belief of Van Buren who entrusted the presidency to him before he died winning his vote and support. Lincoln reminded Van Buren of the son who went to the Navy and served his country proudly. Van Buren had a son named Abraham and Lincoln had relatives in New York and it is believed that he came to New York, his relative Andrew Lincoln had a clothing company in East Rochester, New York like Washington came to Pittsford in the 16th Century. Lincoln's resolve was " That we remained one country and united but with no divisions." He knew this task would seem impossible but he did not waver in doing so making it known to his closest allies. And he knew his death would be on the line for taking the side of the liberation and using peaceful devices but also he was prepared and he prepared the union with leaders who were like him to win the nation over. He did not want to die a death in vain but a death that will bring the Union back together remembering that we need each other and that we need to be united for the good of all. That we have a mission to this land and this world to not tarry in ourselves but to avail ourselves as equal and no maltreatment or division has enough strength to divided us when too much blood united us. Lincoln kept the Radical Republicans at bay and always seeing the light manage to edge victory. For he felt each day that he is living and standing for something, it is not in vain. Lincoln believed this despite losing children and not having much of his birth family behind him but through faith and friendship enlightened the world. He was never afraid to defend friends and allies, something he learned all the time with Susan B. Anthony introducing him to supporters to win the presidency, Sojourner Truth as his personal minister who taught him about the struggles of everyday Americans. Frederick Douglass as his loyal friend who visited his house not too long after being freed, and Ulysses Grant, the general he renamed, his most faithful successor. Abraham Lincoln found friends and allies in all walks of life.

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It’s been 19 years since the fateful day of September 11, 2001. No one ever thought that America could Ever be Attacked but it happened and shook us to our core and at the same time brought us together. In a brief moment, everything was normal and then everything changed as that first plane hit the World Trade Center. Of course we thought it was an accident until tower two was hit and then we knew America had been attacked. Every Americans day and life changed in a split second. You’re going to work, school, starting your day then at 8:46am see a plane crash into the north tower. Probably think nothing much of it until the south tower is hit at 9:03 am. Then you realize something is really wrong. Try to make sense of it and you can’t as it’s all over the news and then you hear the president speak realizing we’ve been attacked.

For me the morning of September 11th started out like any other. I was 8 months pregnant with my daughter, my now ex-husband and myself had an apartment that was a block away from the World Trade Center. We had a mutual friend visiting from out of state. My ex and our friend had woken up before I did and were having their morning coffee out on the fire escape. They were just sitting there shooting the breeze while enjoying their morning coffee when they saw the very first plane hit the North Tower of the WTC. I was immediately awoken by the loud bang and the violent shaking of our apartment due to the impact of the plane entering the WTC. I jumped up out of bed and ran for the living room. I could see out to where my ex and our buddy were standing staring off towards the WTC plaza. I’m of course curious to find out where the bang had come from and what had caused it. My ex turned to see me heading his way and immediately ran to try and stop me from seeing what was going down. I finally managed to push past him and followed our buddies gaze until I saw exactly what he was looking at. It was like something out of a movie. There was a huge gaping hole in the tower and large amounts of black smoke pouring out of the tower. My first thought was that it had to be an accident caused by pilot error, because in NYC planes are not even allowed to use any of the airspace near the financial district due to how tall the buildings are. Then out of nowhere another plane comes through and crashes right into the South Tower. This absolutely freaks me out, cause now we all knew that this wasn’t an accident. We now knew we were under attack. We just had no idea who had attacked us or why. I immediately grabbed my camera (which I had been using to document my pregnancy and the progress we were making setting up the nursery) and I ran out to the street. There were emergency vehicles flying past us making their way up the street to the WTC. I started taking pictures of the chaos in the streets. There were people running toward us away from the buildings, some were covered in blood, others were burned, their clothes were torn and they looked dazed. As we got closer to the buildings we could see cops and firefighters and EMT’s running into the buildings as they were burning. There were businesses that began handing out bottles of water and I swear every single New Yorker in the city was out on the streets watching this all happen. All of a sudden we felt the ground begin to shake as if we were experiencing an earthquake, we heard people shouting that one of the towers was falling, and we all took off running in opposite directions. I remember ducking into a store and waiting out the collapse. I remember seeing clouds of dust enveloping what had once been a clear city street. When things appeared to calm down outside we stepped out of the shop in which we had taken sanctuary and all we could see, smell and taste was dust. We decided to try and make our way back up to the WTC plaza due to the fact that I wanted to get pictures of the aftermath. As we once again made our way there the ground beneath our feet began to shake once again, we had actually made it close enough this time so when the next tower started to fall we could actually hear the creaking of what I assume were the support beams of the tower as they began to twist and give way. I remember there was an NYPD officer directing people to leave the area, telling them to head west towards the bridge. As I stood in the middle of Church and Vessy St snapping pics the officer came up to me and told me that the second tower was fixing to fall and that I needed to haul ass out of the area immediately. I turned and began walking away, heading back toward where my ex and our buddy had stood waiting for me. We began heading back home and all of a sudden there came an extremely loud sound coming from the direction of the WTC, it sounded like a freight train. I remember looking back and just praying I’d make it home alive before the next collapse. It didn’t happen. I remember feeling arms grabbing me around my waist and the next thing I knew I was being tossed under a parked car, when I looked to see who had put me there I saw the cop who had been directing people away from the tower. He told me as calmly as he could to stay put for mine and my unborn babies safety. I watched him disappear into the dust cloud. I never did get to thank the NYPD officer who saved my life because I was later told that he had ended up being killed by debris that was falling from the tower during the collapse. Once the last tower had finished collapsing I pulled myself out from under the car and I looked around at the once clear sky that now looked dark, there was dust caked all over everything and everyone, including myself. I searched for my camera so that I could continue taking photos but it had been destroyed when I was tossed under the car. I began to quickly try to remember where I was, see my eyes were so irritated from the dust in the air that it made it hard to see anything. I decided to try and find some place where I could wash out my eyes as well as my mouth. I ran into the 7-Eleven and grabbed a couple bottles of spring water, stepped up to the counter to pay for it and the manager told me they were on the house so I thanked him and left the store. Once outside I removed the cap from the first bottle and immediately poured it over my face, making sure to rinse my eyes out as best I could. I then opened the second bottle, took a swig then proceeded to swish and gargle until my mouth and throat weren’t as dry and scratchy as they were before. I then realized that I had become separated from my husband and our buddy when the second tower fell. I wondered if they had made it back to the apartment so I decided to head back home to find out. On my way back to my apartment I could hear chirping sounds coming from where the buildings had once stood. I saw fire trucks, police cars and an ambulance that had all been crushed by falling debris and covered with mounds of dust, it was like a nuclear winter. I decided to get a closer look so I headed toward the rubble; there I was stopped by an NYPD officer as well as an emt who both decided that I needed to be checked out due to the fact that I was pregnant and had just survived the collapse of two buildings. I tried telling them that I was fine and that I was looking for my husband and our buddy which prompted them to ask me if we had been in the buildings to which I replied that we hadn’t. I then gave them the rundown on my situation and told them that I really needed to get home because if my husband were there right now he’d be worried about me. After they had finished checking me over they allowed me to go. Before I left I did ask the emt about the chirping noises and he told me it was the sound of the locators in the firemen’s jackets. They go off whenever a fireman is lost during a fire. That was when I came to realize just how many people were possibly lost and or killed in the collapsing towers. As I made my way back home I saw hundreds of people covered in dust and blood trying to find phones to call home with. They were scared, injured and just wanted to hear a familiar voice so that they could let their loved ones know that they were okay. That made my need to go home grow even more intense. When I finally got to my building I saw my husband and our buddy talking to a cop outside I immediately ran over to my husband and threw my arms around him. He had thought that I had been either hurt or killed during the collapse. He kept asking me where I had been and if I was okay. I tried answering his questions but when I opened my mouth to do so all I could do was sob. We made our way back up to our apartment and as we walked through the door we saw that our home was also covered in dust and our phone was ringing. My husband led me to our bedroom and sat me on our bed (which was also covered in dust) while he went to answer the phone. Ten minutes later he came back into the room and told me that my mom had called and that he told her I was too upset to talk at the moment but that he would make certain that I called her once I had calmed down. All I could do was nod. He then told me he was going to call his family so that they wouldn’t be worried and with that he left the room. I immediately got up from my bed and decided I would go checkout the nursery to see if it too had been affected. As soon as I stepped in to the nursery I saw that it too was covered in dust and that just upset me more. I had started sobbing so bad I actually fell to the floor. I began feeling as though it was the beginning of the end of the world. When I was finally able to stand I joined my husband and our buddy in the living room where they both were silently sitting on the dust covered couch watching MSNBC. The reporter was saying that the planes that hit the towers had been hijacked by middle eastern Islamic terrorists. They were also reporting that another plane had been crashed into the Pentagon and that another plane had crashed in a field just outside of Shanksville, Pennsylvania. I just couldn’t stand it anymore so I grabbed the cordless phone, stepped out to the fire escape and dialed my mother’s number. I waited and waited for her to pick up but all her phone kept doing was just ringing and ringing so I hung up and decided I would call her back later. I then thought about my aunt who worked at Windows on the World, I frantically dialed her number and got no answer, so I called my cousin (my aunts daughter) to find out if my aunt had had to work that morning. I got my answer as soon as my cousin answered the phone and my stomach turned upside down forcing me to drop the phone and run to the bathroom. My husband had retrieved the phone for me and proceeded to hand it to me as I came out of the bathroom. My cousin was still on the phone so I asked her if she had heard from our cousin who was a fireman with the FDNY or from his father (our uncle) who was a policeman with the NYPD she responded that she hadn’t and told me she’d call me later if she heard anything from anyone in the family about those who were at this point basically considered to be among the missing I promised her that I would do the same and with that we ended our call. As the day went on my husband, myself and our buddy decided we didn’t want to stay in the apartment due to the dust that now covered everything we owned so we decided to go down to Ground Zero as it was now called just to see how close we could get and what we could see. What we saw once at the pit made us sick, sad and angry. We saw landing gear that belonged to one of the planes, we saw a lady’s heel shoe, we saw a menu for Windows on the World (which made my heart sink), we saw lots and lots of papers and we saw a desk, we saw a fireman’s jacket, we saw a pocketbook, a child’s doll, a desk chair and we saw luggage from the planes we also saw body parts scattered all around. The pile was still ablaze and the smoke was acrid. We saw rescue workers with and without masks working the pile in what was considered a search and rescue at the time. Later that day Rudy Giuliani (who was mayor of NYC at the time) had come down to the site to assess the damage and to speak to the workers and to see what was needed for the people down there to do their jobs safely. He also took time to talk to families of those who were missing and he also spoke to people who lived in the neighborhood whose homes were compromised by the twin towers falling. He decided the best thing he could do was to give us all vouchers so that we could stay in hotels until our homes could be cleaned. That was a complete God send for us because we did not want to spend the night in our dust covered apartment. Once we had collected our voucher we headed back to our apartment to pack clothes as well as some other items we would be needing during our stay in the hotel. Once we finished we headed off to the cheapest hotel we could find; we ended up staying at the Best Western. Once we were all checked in we all took turns taking showers it felt nice to get out of our dust covered clothes and to be able to wash all of the grime off of ourselves. Once we finished getting cleaned up we realized that none of us had eaten anything all day so we decided to take a walk to a nearby pizza joint. After getting our food we sat down at a table which sat right directly in front of the store front window. None of us spoke as we ate, we just sat at our little table staring out at what had once been a busy city street that now was silent. It was quite eerie because the city is never quiet but tonight it was so quiet, the only sounds one could hear were the sounds of trucks going to and from Ground Zero. Once we had finished our dinner we decided to head back to the hotel so that we could rest and make phone calls to our loved ones. When we got back to our room I laid myself down on the bed my husband and I would be sharing, our buddy sat down on the bed across from ours while my husband flipped on the tv. We sat quietly rewatching the events of the day unfold once again on the television. I had finally had enough so I picked up the phone which sat on a little night stand that sat between the two beds and I dialed my mother’s number. The phone rang once before my mother answered. She told me how she’d been trying to call me all day and how she had been worried that something had happened to me and proceeded to ask me if I was okay and how she wished I’d move back up to Maine where it would be safer to live and raise a baby. I let her go on and on before finally telling her that I was fine and updating her on the events of my day. I became aware of how exhausted I was so I told me mom that I would call her back in the morning and I told her I loved her and with that we ended our call. As soon as I hung up I rolled over and passed out. It wasn’t a peaceful sleep. I woke up multiple times during the night from nightmares. It seemed like even sleep couldn’t save me from what had happened. The next few days were spent roaming around the streets which had once been busy and full of life but were now deathly quiet except for the noise of all the trucks that came and went from Ground Zero hourly. My husband began making plans for us to return to Maine due to the fact that he now felt that it was no longer safe for us to have and raise our unborn daughter there and due to the fact that both of our families now resided in Maine and he felt the need to be closer to them. We made enquires as to when the bridges and tunnels would be reopened for travel but no one we asked seem to have any answers. We spent the following weeks at the Best Western for sleeping and during the day we could be found trying to salvage what we could from our apartment. I was an emotional wreck. Once we cleaned and packed what we could my husband and our buddy loaded in all into the back of my husbands truck, which thankfully had not been affected by the terror attacks due to the fact that we kept the truck parked in a parking garage down in Broadway. See in the city you don’t really need a car to get around thanks to the subways, taxis and buses. A month later we headed back to Maine. I remember crying as I watched my beautiful city disappear from view. I gave birth to my daughter Kylie 3 days before Halloween. I have been back to NYC more than once since 9/11 and I remember thinking how I missed the old skyline. Life has moved on and we are now 19 years removed from that terrible day and another building now stands in the footprints of where the WTC has been. There is also a memorial and museum. I lost an aunt, an uncle, a cousin and six friends that day. I have kept every newspaper, every magazine, every book, I have seen every movie and every documentary. 9/11 is and always will be my Pearl Harbor.

As I’ve studied the Constitution and the principles of freedom over the better part of a decade now, I often wondered why there were so many references from the founders concerning the need of the people to be moral and virtuous. As a religious person, I could correlate these quotes with my belief that God will help prosper good people, but from a non-religious standpoint, it did not make sense to me. It was only over the last year or so that it really began to click. Now that I’ve seen it, it seems so obvious. Let’s take a look at it together.

Alright, it's not very often that I discuss race. But given the current political climate in this country, I feel like I should. I want the world to know how I feel about being mixed race in the 21st century in Trump's America. Let's start with my family. I was born to an African American mother and a Caucasian father. My dad's mother is German and English and his father was Jewish. My dad's paternal grandparents came from Russia before World War I in 1910. This region is now known as present day Belarus. My dad said my great grandparents wanted the most American sounding last name possible and it was given. My great grandmother was 14 and my great grandfather was 19. It's possible they married young. Societal norms were much different even in the early 20th century. Before coming to America, they knew very little about it except that it was established by the English. They also knew they could make it big here. When they saw blacks for the first time, they thought all of them came from Africa. They had misconceived notions that if you touched a black person's hair, you'll cut your hands. But they had no exposure to people other than whites especially back in Russia. US History wasn't really taught in the old country.

Secure "Restrictive" Scheduling takes away a worker's right to create a work-life balance and places it in the hands of the government, special interests, and employers.

President Carlos Alvarado signed Law 9703 on Monday, which prohibits the importation, marketing, and delivery of containers, as well as containers, made from expanded polystyrene (stereo).

Law as a political weapon

The coronavirus pandemic is hitting virtually everyone. There are almost no places on the face of the earth where there are no cases, and if there are, it is probably by deliberate omission of governments as is the case in North Korea and Venezuela.

Throughout history kings, queens, emperors and other rulers are seldom remembered in a positive light. They did tough jobs in often unforgiving and violent eras and had to get their hands dirty now and then.

So it was that in the year of our Lord Two thousand and twenty that the world was hit by a great fiendish plague of untold magnitude that spread to all corners of the world bringing disease, dis-ease, malaise, pain, sorrow, and confusion. Like a great whirlwind, it swept through the world - upending countries, governments, communities, education, and life, leaving death, tears, and confusion in its wake. 

Len McCluskey has written to Boris Johnson, asking for a direct meeting. Mr McCluskey has also asked for a meeting with Chancellor, Rishi Sunak. Mr McCluskey has pointed to a large spate of redundancies when the furlough scheme ends.

The people of this nation have positioned themselves to flow blindly with their binding political views. No one is ready to have the conversations needed to build a better future for our country. We've got a giant slab of land, a person with hardly the qualifications to run it, and millions of mindless sheep soaring through life as if today is "normal." We've an election coming up with two men at the forefront, neither qualified, neither appropriate enough to run even a daycare. We are currently stepping into the shadows, risking the loss of everything if either one takes office.

America is a melting pot and we all should respect those who are different and with whose views we do not agree. Those who hold public office should be fair to all American citizens they have sworn to represent. Unfortunately, a lot of hate and vitriol has been coming down from the president since he first ran for office and it has negatively affected those in his party. A growing number of Republicans have been openly expressing racist views. The latest is far right candidate Laura Loomer who has said publicly that she is a proud "Islamophobe." Loomer, 27 who says Islam is a cancer recently won the GOP primary for Florida's 21st precinct.

For many, it is generally accepted that far-left ideologies are tantalisingly alluring, yet unavoidably unworkable. Nevertheless, this does not stop supporters of such movements from promoting the cause as often as they can, in any way they can.

A unipolar order in the international world can be described as an allotment of power in which one state, the superpower, exercises its influence in terms of culture, economy, and military. It illustrates the nature of the global system at any given time. In the unipolar order, the superpower or the leader state normally dictates the internal politics and the communal character of the sub-ordinate states that are parts of the hegemonic subject of influence.

Yesterday, Boris Johnson addressed 250 Members of Parliament (MPs), asking them, to back his 'Internal Market Bill'. Boris outlined that not supporting such a bill could threaten what he called, "the integrity", of the UK. In other words, not backing the bill, could threaten the very fabric of the four nations, England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales, that make up the United Kingdom.

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I'm what you might call a long standing suffering defender of the BBC, having grown up watching all sorts of BBC produced television and radio and being spoon fed a daily dose of BBC News Online (it being forever the main source of news for the family). I've watched a copious number of superb documentaries and read incredibly insightful feature pieces, got angry over Brexit, and tweeted numerous times over stupid people on Question Time.

When Princess Beatrice gets married on May 29, 2020, she will get a new title. Her sister Princess Eugenie did not get a similar title when she got married on October 12, 2018. There is a reason Princess Beatrice is getting a special title. The reason she is getting that title after her marriage explains why her sister Princess Eugenie did not inherit the same title.

Some will deny that Trump is not dangerous, but he has firmly established himself as willing to go after political opponents. There are hurdles in his way, but don't doubt for a moment that he wouldn't knock them down if he could.

What makes America unique?

I often say to my students, when we talk about which is the most powerful, predominating medium in our political world, that you shouldn't count older media out. Trump made Twitter his medium, because he had a talent for the short, vehement missive, and it allowed him to communicate directly to his followers, without the intervention of the press (Hitler loved radio and its affordance of direct broadcasts from him for the same reason).