#political legacy

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President Trump’s worst offenses

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Ian Paisley: A True Inspiration for Faith and Truth.

Introduction:

In the realm of faith and truth, there are individuals whose unwavering commitment and steadfast principles leave an indelible mark on history. One such luminary figure is Ian Paisley, a charismatic preacher, politician, and fervent advocate for his beliefs. His life's journey is a testament to the power of conviction and the impact one person can have on the world.

The Early Years:

Born on April 6, 1926, in Armagh, Northern Ireland, Ian Richard Kyle Paisley grew up in a deeply religious family. His father, a Baptist minister, instilled in him a strong sense of faith from a young age. This early exposure to the teachings of Christianity laid the foundation for Paisley's life-long dedication to his religious convictions.

The Pulpit and Evangelism:

Paisley gained recognition as a dynamic and fiery preacher, captivating audiences with his passionate sermons. His eloquence and fervor attracted a large following, earning him a reputation as a charismatic leader within the Protestant community. Throughout the 1950s and 1960s, Paisley's influence extended beyond the pulpit as he championed traditional Christian values and opposed what he perceived as compromising influences in society.

Political Stature:

Ian Paisley's impact on Northern Ireland's political landscape cannot be overstated. In 1971, he founded the Democratic Unionist Party (DUP), a political force that would go on to play a significant role in the country's turbulent history. His staunch opposition to any compromise with Irish republicanism earned him both staunch supporters and vehement critics.

Paisley and the Troubles:

The Troubles, a period of intense conflict in Northern Ireland from the late 1960s to the late 1990s, tested the resolve of its people and leaders. Paisley, during this tumultuous era, remained unyielding in his commitment to his beliefs. While some viewed him as a polarizing figure, others saw him as a defender of Protestant identity and a bulwark against perceived threats.

The Power of Faith:

Ian Paisley's life exemplifies the power of faith to shape an individual's character and actions. His unwavering commitment to his religious beliefs, as well as his political convictions, sets him apart as a figure who stayed true to his principles even in the face of adversity.

Legacy:

Ian Paisley passed away on September 12, 2014, leaving behind a complex legacy. His life serves as a reminder that individuals can profoundly influence the course of history when driven by genuine conviction. Whether one agrees or disagrees with his views, there is no denying the impact he had on the religious and political landscape of Northern Ireland.

Conclusion:

Ian Paisley's life is a compelling narrative of faith, conviction, and resilience. As we reflect on his legacy, it is essential to appreciate the role he played in shaping the destiny of Northern Ireland and recognise the enduring impact of his unwavering commitment to faith and truth.

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Pelosi claims she hasn't spoken to Biden since pressing him to drop out

Pelosi claims she hasn't spoken to Biden since pressing him to drop out #2024election #DonaldTrump #JoeBiden

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Biden: Out, Damn Spot, Out!

Biden’s “Out, Damn Spot, Out!” Freudian Slip or Admission of Guilt? Washington D.C. — In an unprecedented and theatrical twist, President Joe Biden began his Sunday night speech with a line straight out of Shakespeare: “Out, damn spot, out!” This unexpected literary reference left the nation puzzled and amused. Was Biden channeling his inner Lady Macbeth to address his own feelings of guilt and…

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Koshish Ek Muskan Lane Ki Pays Tribute to Dr. Syama Prasad Mookerjee on Balidan Diwas

Social organization honors BJP founder’s legacy of national unity and service Members gather to commemorate Dr. Mookerjee’s contributions to Indian politics and society. JAMSHEDPUR – Social organization "Koshish Ek Muskan Laane Ki" held a commemorative event on Sunday to mark the Balidan Diwas (Martyrdom Day) of Dr. Syama Prasad Mookerjee, founder of the Bharatiya Jana Sangh. Shiv Shankar Singh,…

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Eloise at her debut ball during the winter solstice🥺🤲

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tonight's entree: zoro smut! barely proof read. make sure to read the cw! 🍁 🍽️ ❤️

cw: pure smut, afab reader. fingering. dacryphilia. pet names ("girl"). minors don't interact, please!! nsfw content!

when zoro's fingers draw slow, mindless circles around your clit, you lose touch with reality. you can't focus on anything other than the zaps and tingles of pleasure that the swordsman (and your crew mate) is ruthlessly pulling from your core.

"you're just so sweet, i can't stop," he purrs in your ear and you shudder. "you gonna give me another, baby?"

a tear traces a pattern down your cheek as you writhe and moan under his touch. "c-can't zoro," you sob. "it's too much."

he tuts, fingers still moving around your sensitive, inflamed bud.

"you can, though. c'mon, sweetheart. just one more."

his fingers move faster, passing downwards for some of your sticky arousal, which he brings up to your clit and swirls around. it feels ridiculously good, ecstatic and euphoric pleasure ricocheting from your aching core to every limb.

one more delicate circle around your sweet spot and you arch your back. two more and your eyes roll back in your head. three more and your toes curl. four more and zoro pushes his fingers downwards forcefully, like he's pressing a button. a guttural moan—or was that a sob?—escapes your lips inadvertently.

moments later, you give zoro what he asks for—your orgasm. your whole body seizes up and your mind goes blank. white hot pleasure washes over you, so intense that your mouth hangs open and rivulets of tears and drool threaten to cascade over your face.

every tense of your thighs and sweet whine that graces his ears makes zoro smile harder. he loves to see you writhe for him. to see you come undone by something as simple as his fingers on your clit. he watches you climax with greedy eyes.

"thereeee you go," zoro hums, right in your ear, and the deep noise gives you goosebumps. "dirty fucking girl."

dividers courtesy of @issysh3ll

thanks for reading! i hope you have a nice evening tonight, regardless of whatever you get up to! ❤️

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Cant stop thinking about how paradoxical Charles and Max are I mean the narrative is there right but

Max growing up in a harsh condition—almost to the breaking point. Wanting nothing but to be the best. Conditioned to be alone. Used to being lonely.

Charles growing up in a loving family. Support from the family, having friends, growing up with different people hes still friends with today.

Max growing up under public scrutiny. Nothing like a famous father whose expectations you have to live up to. You can say he was born to race. That was his sole purpose.

Charles growing up wanting to be the best. The adoration and belief and faith from his family.

Max finally drawing boundaries with his own father. Christian and other people stepping in. Years of understanding. Finally in F1 in Red Bull.

Charles and his grief. One loss after the other. Finally in Ferrari, although a bit too late.

Max and his teammates—Carlos, and Daniel, and Pierre, and Alex, and Sergio. Some people he really start to let in, and be genuine friends. People like Lando start to come in. His demeanor slowly changes as people get to know him who he is and his love for animals.

Charles and his teammates—Seb and Carlos. Seb as someone who’s gotten to know what it’s like living with grief. Grief being a part of you. How much promises and faith weigh you down. Charles is very accessible. Kind and open to people. But he holds most at a distance. Like this is only where you get to only know me. This as far as you can go.

Max, doesn’t care what the public thinks, used to him being painted the villain, as someone who is angry and mad and raw all the time. But proves you can be as hungry and greedy as you can be, and only have a few people at your back. He’s fine with it. He’s used to be alone, he’s genuinely grateful of the people who’s been with him through thick and thin over the years. At the end of the day, he does things for himself. Because if being the best is his purpose in life, to make people happy, then that’s what he’s going to be. And if he’s tired of being the best, he can go because he knows there are people no matter who he is, they’ll be there.

Charles slowly suffering with the burden of the tifosi’s faith, his promise to Jules, his dad, to Anthoine. Charles wanting to be hungry and greedy but can’t stand of losing someone, of people abandoning him. Like I feel the more reckless and desperate he gets, it’s because he’s pushed by his own want. Sometimes what he needs to do and who he needs to be versus who he really is messes up his own vision of what he wants. He needs to be the best because it is a debt to be paid. And as long as it goes unpaid, he ignores the blood, he ignores the pain, he ignores the gnawing loss and sadness because he deserves it. He’s not winning, and he keeps on losing, and he is afraid if he’s unable to win, people will leave him. It’s either he leaves first, or he makes people leave, or in the end, he’s sure that people will leave him. He doesn’t know how to be alone.

Max with the faith in himself.

Charles’s faith of others towards him. Never from himself.

And I think that’s beautiful.

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I have yet to see a single destiel “Trump won” post, and I think it’s because no one wants to be the person who makes it

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benji passed out at home after frank's birthday outing. to his surprise, he woke up to a visit from sophia that morning. can't argue with a one night morning stand!