Just Me - LearningMan lll tell you again so this time listen You asked the questions fulfilled the mission Patience in life endangered virtues In time youll find only you deserts you Im deep inside you Im your best friend But its only you that can change the end

Friendly reminder of the last administration for those of you hating on tonight’s UFC fight

I’ll take this any day over some tranny dude flashing his fake boobs. How about you guys?

Tiny white girl gets sucker punched while talking to a black girl in school.. She picked the right one today.. This little gal must have some brothers!! A few hooks, a neck toss and a mean ground and pound and that's a wrap!! Take that bully!! 🫵😎

The first enjoyed everything

The 80s were awesome. Some of the best years of my life. Young, single, Air Force pilot flying all over the world, and living Downtown Charleston, SC, South of Broad. Then, I grew up. Sorta. 🤣 Remember the 80s?

This is a “Hive” of tweaker homes in Lake Elsinore, California. This is behind Costco in the Grove It looks like a third world country. You can see it seems they have security who brings people in and out I was able to find multiple residents all saying the exact same thing about the area, meth is everywhere It blows my mind that those things can be right out in the open but law enforcement doesn’t do anything, these people are just immune to laws everyone else has to follow That’s California for you….

What would you call this TV 📺 Series? Hmm 😒 🤔?¿

@SecWar:

🚨 WOW! SecWar Pete Hegseth just MIC DROPPED a Fake News reporter preemptively accusing the US military of "war crimes" REPORTER: "If the response is in hitting bridges, electrical infrastructure, how would that not be a war crime?!" HEGSETH: "That's precisely the kind of disingenuous question that I'm used to from the media, impugning the motives of the folks on our side who are incredibly professional and incredibly effective!" "We will hit them hard on OUR terms, on the targets that improve the environment for us to operate in and undermine the capabilities that Iran wants to have."

What do you call this where you're from?? Hmm 🤔?¿

At the end if the last Freight Train video you can hear the brakes being applied and me narrating that fact. Well that sucker stopped very quickly and this is the almost 7 minute video of it sitting there.

This was Monday I think. Freight Trains are back on the menu boys.

In the late seventies I crossed the Atlantic on the QE2. I went First Class, which I paid for with my first real paycheck. We had a mandatory dress code for dinner. Black Tie and commensurate formal wear for the ladies. It was one of my favorite memories.

We are incredibly lucky that the Richest man alive is Right Wing and hates Woke. 👏✌️❤️🙏

I voted for whatever the heck this is! 💯💯💯🤣🤣🤣🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸👍🏻👍🏻

BOOM 💥 Ilhan Omar is so p'issed that Brandon Gill filed a petition to have her deported, she reportedly got in his face and cussed him out Gill stood his ground & said " do you kiss your brother with that mouth " Hit that like button if you want Gill to be the next Speaker

OMG!!! LOOK AT THIS CROWD!! Toxic masculinity is BACK! UFC at the White House is making a statement that the soy boy laden commies in the Democrat party can't answer!

I can throw a rock and hit Ventura Highway. It’s right outside my door. I can feel this song. ❤️🇺🇸

He married her when everyone was watching. He stayed when the audience left. Delta Burke had it all in the late ’80s. As Suzanne Sugarbaker on Designing Women, she was quick, magnetic, the kind of star you couldn’t look away from. Night after night, she made America laugh. She was famous, in demand, untouchable. Off screen, life wasn’t a sitcom. The years that followed brought things no script could fix. Health problems showed up and stayed. Her weight became tabloid fodder. Type 2 diabetes, exhaustion, a body that didn’t feel like hers anymore. The same magazines that once called her glamorous started treating her struggle like a headline. The world got cruel. Gerald McRaney never did. He wasn’t some distant cheerleader. He was in it every doctor’s appointment, every bad day, every moment when the mirror was unkind. He was there, steady, refusing to flinch. Delta put it best, years later, with that Southern honesty she’s known for: “He loved me when I got as big as a house.” She said it with a smile, not shame. Because she knew what it meant. Gerald didn’t love an idea of her. He didn’t love the version in reruns or on magazine covers. He loved the woman across the breakfast table. The one who was tired, who was scared, who sometimes didn’t recognize herself. He saw past the weight, past the illness, past the headlines. He saw Delta. And when it got hard, he didn’t go. When the criticism was loud, he got quiet and held her hand. When her career shifted and the phone stopped ringing, he was still there, choosing her. That’s the kind of love Hollywood doesn’t know how to sell. It’s not flashy. It lives in waiting rooms and pharmacy lines. It lives in quiet nights when the day was too long and the news wasn’t good. It lives after the applause dies down and nobody’s taking pictures anymore. For more than thirty-five years, Gerald McRaney has loved Delta Burke through every version of their life together. Not the image. Not the fame. Her. The real one. She knows what she has. A man who took those vows in sickness and in health, for better and for worse and meant them. Not once at an altar, but every morning since. Their marriage is proof of something simple and rare: real love isn’t about who stands next to you when life is easy. It’s about who doesn’t move when life gets hard. Who looks at you on your worst day and still sees you. Who stays. Gerald stayed. And sometimes that’s the whole story. Choosing the same person, day after day, year after year, especially when it’s not easy. That’s the most powerful love there is.