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Ministry of Health...

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4B and MGTOW, You mean toxic woman and toxic men are going to stay out of the dating game on purpose? Cool ! Please please please Do!

https://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/what-is-4b-movement-trump-us-election-south-korea-b2642953.html

Now that Trump will be back at the wheel, it's time to get back to good old fashioned family values, the likes you would find in a 1950's or early 60's sitcom. With JD Vance as his wingman and his Catholic goon squad legislating morality in the Supreme Court, it shouldn't take long to abolish all debauchery, sin, drugs, and just fun of any kind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TonTGAfn2zI

Too big to rig bitches. Trumps in. So Bono needs to drive his car off a cliff. Half of Hollywood needs to leave america. Kamala needs to truly work at McDonald's. Libs need to meltdown and the view needs to get cancelled. Also of course America needs to do a 180. Stay classy usa

The right hand of Kamala's Vice President. And you are asking why we support Trump?

I spent what felt like the whole day today in the park in my town, which also includes a small, partially abandoned cemetery.

This place makes me thoughtful because of its structure: on one side, children play innocently on a playground, while young couples stroll nearby, their hands intertwined. Yet, just beyond them lies a retirement home, where the building gazes longingly at the cemetery—a silent reflection of mortality.

In between, smaller, older, crumbling statues stand sentinel, guardians of forgotten stories, their weathered faces etched with the sorrows and joys of those who have come before. Complementing these fading relics, scaffolding is being erected for new architecture, a juxtaposition of the old and the new, of decay and renewal.

As I walk through this park, a question quickly arises: what does it truly mean to live? We are born, we grow, we learn, we love, and inevitably, we pass away. But do we fade into nothingness, or do we leave a trace behind in our borrowed time? Perhaps a whisper lingers in the hearts of those we touch, a thread woven into the very fabric of the universe, connecting moments that seem so fleeting.

Is it not a privilege to love and be loved, to create ripples in the fabric of time with our joy and our sorrow? In this park, where the clang of swing sets mingles with the soft rustle of leaves, I feel both connected and isolated—a thread in the grand tapestry of life and death, pulled taut yet ethereal.

Beneath the laughter and love lies an unspoken truth: we are all temporary. Yet, is it not the beauty of our transience that makes moments so precious, illuminated against the backdrop of eternity? The whispers of those who have come before dance in the air, and I wonder, perhaps they are not so far removed; they linger with us in our laughter, our tears, and in the very act of living.

I realize that while our bodies may return to dust, our spirits, woven into the lives and hearts of others, may transcend even death, echoing in the stories told under starlit nights and cradled within the whispers of time.

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