On Wednesday morning, in the midst of yet another contentious news cycle dominated by coverage of Russian election meddling, I tweeted a kind of thought experiment: “If Trump & co. If Russia was involved we should thank them.” “No,” responded another self-identified Trump voter.
just pivoted to ‘Aren’t you glad Russia helped us defeat Hillary Clinton? “No,” said Cassandra Fairbanks, a writer at the right-wing news and conspiracy website employee). “Hillary is a greater threat to our Republic.” The White House hasn’t lost control of the narrative surrounding President Donald Trump and Russia, because it never had control in the first place.
Trump finished the meeting by standing next to Putin at a press conference and rejecting his own intelligence agencies’ assessment that the Russians meddled in the 2016 election.
After almost 24 hours of backlash, during which administration officials largely went mum, Trump ended up backtracking, reading a prepared statement in which he said that he accepts the intelligence community’s findings—though he quickly undercut his own claim.
The counters are cluttered, strewn with all the ingredients required to sustain an addiction—spoons caked with powder, pipes, papers, cigarette butts. There is plenty we know about the occupant by instinct. “I feel like the cover represents an organized chaos,” Pusha said. At his Helsinki meeting with Russian president Vladimir Putin, President Donald Trump honored that commitment. government seems to have no idea what those agreements might be—or whether they exist at all.
“Looking at that cover, I’m sure whoever frequents that bathroom or area knew whatever they wanted to find and knew where it was.” As a candidate, Donald Trump promised to run the U. According to the Russian government, Trump pledged the United States to a series of agreements on matters ranging from nuclear forces to Syria. It’s unclear whether even Trump himself knows what he promised or did not promise.
his thoughts always turn on victories, defeats, triumphs and humiliations.” Patriotism, by contrast, involves “devotion to a particular place and a particular way of life, which one …
has no wish to force on other people.” Orwell’s explanation of patriotism is brief.
The dairy industry is now scrambling to market milk to Millennial families, as the quintessential American-heartland beverage once thought of as necessary for all aspiring, straight-boned children has become widely seen as something to be avoided.
John Mc Cain, Trump’s chief tormenter in 2017, now lashes the president only from afar, his rhetorical reach limited by a twilight fight with brain cancer. Milk almost always came in cartons and plastic jugs, so I was right. It arrived on doorsteps each morning, by the hand of some vanishing man.
And just as such a world was alien to me as a kid, the current generation of small children might miss a similar question: “Where does milk come from? Indeed, the already booming nut-milk industry is projected to grow another 50 percent by 2020.
But his implication is that while nationalism is about the relationship between your country and other countries, patriotism is about the relationship between your country and yourself. Just as devotion to family requires placing its well being above your own, devotion to country—patriotism—extends that principle to the nation as a whole. It was taken in 2006, but it appears older and more worn than it is, perhaps because of the border of what seems to be faux water damage.
The décor is distinctly ’90s, an aggressive attempt to look soft. At this point, Houston was more than a decade into a battle against crack and cocaine addiction, an addiction that she often denied.