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For the first time in US history, a gay man, a Black woman, a Muslim, Native American woman, Palestinian, and Latina have won their respective midterm elections.
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Congratulations to the Iron Lady, Congresswoman Ilhan Omar! 👏💙🇺🇸 A proud moment for Somali Americans!
Keep making history! 💪🇸🇴
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Incredible scenes in Melbourne Australia as it’s announced Texas has gone blue and Trump has lost the midterms
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
This is from the 2022 Fifa World Cup Match between Australia and Denmark.
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BREAKING: In a powerful moment, the first Black Speaker of the House of Representatives just delivered the speech of his lifetime. This is amazing.
HISTORY MADE and we are celebrating Black Girl Magic!
Former Atlanta Mayor Keisha Lance Bottoms has defeated Republican Rick Jackson to become Georgia's next governor. Bottoms makes history as the first Black woman ever elected governor in the United States
#Election2026
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Congratulations Governor elect Bottoms! Flip Georgia blue 🌊🌊🌊!
🚨NEW: Democrat Keisha Lance Bottoms has flipped Georgia Blue, becoming the first Black Woman Governor in U.S. History.
RETWEET to congratulate @KeishaBottoms on making history!
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I promise you. This is one confessional from a Trump voter that is worth your time.
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They just needed to find someone with a desire for profit over morality that they could control.
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A Marine escort brings a fallen soldier home. Strangers stop what they’re doing and show a level of respect that words barely explain.
No explosions. No battlefield heroics. Just a uniformed officer, a flag-draped coffin, and ordinary people who understand the weight of a soldier’s sacrifice.
The most heartbreaking part? The man being honored will never know how many people respected his final journey.
Taking Chance (2009) — 9/10
Sometimes the greatest act of patriotism is refusing to let a hero be forgotten. 🦅🫡
By the age of six, she was responsible for sixty goats and sheep, walking miles every single day just to find water and grass. Her name meant "flower of the desert," but her early years were far from gentle.
Waris Dirie was born into a traditional nomadic family in the harsh Somalian desert in 1965. Survival was a daily struggle, but the most dangerous threat to her life did not come from the severe heat or the lack of food.
It came from a brutal ancient practice passed down through generations.
When she was just five years old, an elderly woman took her into the remote landscape with a rusted, dirty blade.
There was no anesthesia, no hygiene, and no mercy. Her mother held her down while her aunt pinned her legs to the dirt.
She was subjected to female genital mutilation—a cruel procedure that stole her childhood, caused the tragic deaths of her sister and two cousins, and left Waris with lifelong physical pain.
By the time she turned thirteen, her father arranged her marriage to a sixty-year-old man in exchange for five camels.
Refusing to accept this fate, her mother secretly helped her flee into the night. Barefoot, terrified, and completely alone, Waris ran across miles of desert terrain until she made it to Mogadishu.
Eventually, an uncle appointed as an ambassador took her to London to work as an unpaid domestic servant.
For years, Waris lived in absolute isolation in England. She could not speak English, nor could she read or write.
When her uncle's diplomatic post ended, she refused to return to Somalia, choosing instead to live illegally in London.
She took a job scrubbing tables at a local fast-food restaurant while attending evening classes to learn how to read for the very first time.
One afternoon in 1987, world-famous fashion photographer Terence Donovan walked into the restaurant where she was working. He immediately recognized her striking presence, grace, and strength.
"Have you ever thought about becoming a model?" he asked her.
"I don't even know what a model is," Waris replied, looking at him with deep suspicion.
That chance meeting changed everything. Almost overnight, Waris rocketed to global stardom.
She appeared in the prestigious Pirelli calendar alongside Naomi Campbell, walked high-fashion runways in Paris and New York, and starred in campaigns for brands like Chanel, L’Oréal, and Revlon. She even made an appearance as a Bond Girl.
To the world, she was living an extraordinary fairytale. But underneath the glamorous designer clothes and bright spotlight, she was still carrying severe physical trauma and unbearable memories.
In 1997, at the absolute peak of her career, a reporter from Marie Claire sat down with her to write a feel-good story about her journey from poverty to wealth. Waris decided it was time to end the silence.
"You have written enough stories about models," Waris told the interviewer directly. "If you promise to print what I actually say, I will tell you something real."
She revealed the painful truth about what happened to her as a child and exposed the reality that millions of young girls were still suffering from every single year.
The shocking interview sparked global outrage and brought female genital mutilation into international focus for the first time.
Shortly after, UN Secretary-General Kofi Annan appointed her as a Special Ambassador. At age thirty-two, Waris walked away from her lucrative modeling career to launch a global fight against the practice.
She wrote her international bestseller, Desert Flower, established foundations, and built medical centers to provide surgery and psychological support to survivors.
Because she had the courage to speak out, laws were rewritten across multiple nations, traditional leaders abandoned the practice, and millions of young girls were protected from the blade.
Waris Dirie proved that a child from the desert could overcome unimaginable trauma, break centuries of silence, and inspire profound global change.
Today, millions of young girls walk freely under the sun, whole and protected, because one brave woman dared to speak her truth.
Her journey is a beautiful reminder that love, courage, and resilience can bloom in even the harshest sands, turning every scar into a beacon of hope—just like a true desert flower.
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BREAKING: Pete Hegseth PUNISHES the poor sailor who jumped off a US Navy ship -- AND his family -- in a heartless show of cruelty and spite!
Nicholas McKelvey was just 19 years old when he reached the end of his rope aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln.
He had spent 255 grueling days at sea, working 12-hour shifts in punishing heat, often without enough food, while his wife struggled to raise their children back home.
He had missed the birth of his baby daughter. His mother-in-law was in treatment for cancer. And when he sought help for his deteriorating mental health, he says the Navy directed him to a chaplain instead of a mental health professional.
Then, one August morning, McKelvey ran across the flight deck and plunged 67 feet into the Arabian Sea.
A helicopter crew rescued him. But instead of treating his desperate act as a mental health emergency, the Navy accused him of FAKING his crisis to escape deployment.
And on Thursday, the Navy moved to discharge him under conditions that will cost him his G.I. Bill education benefits – the very benefits he and his wife had been counting on to build a better life for their children.
“They'd rather blame the victim,” his wife, Samantha Larry, told The NYT.
McKelvey and Larry have been together since middle school. They became parents as teenagers, dropped out of high school and married last year. He joined the Navy in 2024 in hopes of giving his family some sort of stable future.
What he found instead was life aboard an aircraft carrier whose deployment stretched to a near-record 322 days as the war with Iran dragged on. Food supplies dwindled. Contact with home became difficult. McKelvey told his wife he wasn't sure he could finish the deployment.
“I didn't want to be there anymore,” he told the Times. “If I was going to die because of it, then that's just how it is.”
McKelvey was not alone in his existential angst. According to the Navy's own report to Congress, there were EIGHT suicide attempts among sailors in the Lincoln strike group during the deployment.
The Navy maintains that McKelvey deliberately jumped overboard to get out of his duties. Its records note that he wore a flotation vest and jumped when the sea was relatively calm. But one officer acknowledged in a report that the deployment had been so difficult it was “unsurprising that we might have a jumper.”
Now McKelvey and his wife are preparing to return to Florida with their 3-year-old son and 8-month-old daughter. They're staying with relatives and in temporary rental housing while they figure out how to support their family.
“We're going to have to pull out student loans,” Larry said. “It is essentially setting us up for just putting us in debt.”
The Navy kept these sailors at sea for nearly 11 months, sent them into a war zone, worked them through punishing conditions and watched their mental health deteriorate. Eight suicide attempts in a single strike group should have set off every alarm in the Pentagon.
Even if every day of that deployment was militarily necessary, the sacrifices these sailors made deserve recognition, compassion and care.
Instead, when one 19-year-old father finally broke, the Navy accused him of faking it and took away the college benefits he had earned his family's hopes on.
Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth loves to preach his “warrior ethos,” but what kind of warrior culture treats a sailor's psychological collapse as a disciplinary problem rather than a human emergency?
McKelvey gave the Navy everything he had until he had nothing left to give. Now the institution he served is sending him home to his wife and two small children with fewer opportunities than he had when he enlisted.
If this is how America repays the sacrifices of its young service members, the Pentagon has a great deal more to worry about than its recruiting numbers.
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Trump is standing with Russia.
Americans in the main, stand with Ukraine.
We can only hope for a Democrat led Congress next week, to right this very bad wrong…
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En janvier 1972, une erreur de planning a placé Vesna Vulović, une hôtesse de l'air de 22 ans, sur un vol qu'elle n'était absolument pas censée assurer. Une collègue portant le même prénom avait été affectée à cette liaison, mais l'erreur passa inaperçue ; et Vesna, toujours aussi décontractée, se présenta simplement au travail et embarqua.
Quarante-cinq minutes après le décollage du vol JAT 367 depuis Copenhague, une bombe dissimulée dans une mallette explosa dans la soute à bagages avant de l'appareil. L'avion ne se contenta pas de perdre de l'altitude ; il se disloqua instantanément à 33 330 pieds (environ 10 160 mètres) au-dessus des montagnes gelées de Tchécoslovaquie.
Alors que tous les autres passagers et membres d'équipage furent projetés dans le vide, Vesna, elle, ne le fut pas.
Elle se trouvait dans la section arrière de l'appareil au moment de l'explosion. Un chariot de service la percuta violemment, la plaquant contre le fuselage. Ce hasard physique lui sauva probablement la vie. Tandis que les autres chutaient à travers les nuages, elle demeura piégée à l'intérieur d'un tube de métal en train de se désagréger, en état de chute libre totale.
La queue de l'avion plongea sur plus de six miles (environ 10 kilomètres). Elle percuta en biais le flanc escarpé et enneigé d'une montagne ; les arbres et l'épaisse couche de neige amortirent l'impact juste assez pour empêcher le fuselage d'être totalement pulvérisé.
Dans l'obscurité de l'épave, au milieu du silence de la forêt, quelque chose bougea.
Elle hurlait.
Un habitant du coin, nommé Bruno Honke — un ancien infirmier militaire ayant servi durant la Seconde Guerre mondiale — fut le premier à l'entendre. Il se fraya un chemin à travers la neige et les débris pour découvrir une jeune femme vivante au milieu d'une épave à laquelle nul être humain n'était censé survivre.
Ses blessures étaient catastrophiques : crâne fracturé, trois vertèbres brisées et les deux jambes fracassées. Les médecins conseillèrent à sa famille de se préparer au pire, convaincus que, même si elle survivait, elle ne marcherait plus jamais.
Ils ne connaissaient pas Vesna Vulović.
Après seize mois d'opérations chirurgicales et d'une rééducation acharnée, elle sortit de l'hôpital, marchant sur ses deux jambes. Le personnel médical, qui avait un jour douté qu'elle puisse même respirer sans assistance, la regarda s'éloigner dans un silence stupéfait.
Elle finit par reprendre son travail au sein de la même compagnie aérienne et, fait remarquable, ne développa jamais la moindre peur de l'avion. Elle devint une héroïne nationale en Yougoslavie et détient toujours le record du monde Guinness de la chute la plus haute survécue sans parachute. Le quiproquo qui l'a placée à bord de ce vol aurait pu mettre un terme à son histoire avant même qu'elle ne commence véritablement. Au lieu de cela, il a offert au monde l'une des histoires de survie les plus incroyables jamais relatées.
Certaines personnes n'en ont tout simplement pas encore fini.fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vesna_…



























