Life has been busy. Just saying hi. God bless you and yours. Have a wonderful and blessed day. It should be a lot less hectic in a couple of weeks. Be kind. In Christ always, Ed.

Sunrise doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It just shows up. May this day meet you with grace, and may you pass a little of that on. God bless. Be kind.

Missed a couple of days. Just saying Good morning. I'll be gone most of the day and the week. Hope everyone is having a great weekend. Have a safe and lovely week. Just saying hi.

Another packed day. Hopefully the last one for this week. Good morning! God bless you all. Hope you have an amazing day. Happy Friday. If I don't get back on here today, have a blessed weekend. Be kind. Peace, love, and grace! In Christ always.

Good morning, friends. Thunderstorm is forecast in San Antonio. We just hope our power stays on. How’s your weather today?

My friend Vito (Mike Rizzo) @MikeRizzow1ty would love a few more followers. I’ll remember everyone that does Much appreciated. Bill👊🏻

Good morning! Happy Thursday! May God's blessings be upon you and yours. Have a wonderful and fruitful day. Be kind to yourself and others. Peace, grace, and mercy!

Black and white images fascinate me LES is MORE what do you think ?? Patriot Warriors art team deliver a message .. BUT we have fun !!

So our Idiot Prime Minister doesn't like the 80's and seems to want to go back to the 1970's... If you thought our last PM was stupid ?? This one just has better TIK TOK Video's. I remember the 1970s UK economy as a country that felt as if it were coming apart in public. It did not happen all at once. After the 1973 oil shock, prices tore through wages. Inflation climbed into the mid-20s and peaked near 25–27 per cent in 1975. Pay claims chased prices, prices chased pay, and the government never quite caught either. Industry was strike-prone. Power was not reliable. Under Edward Heath, the miners’ dispute and coal shortages produced the three-day week in the winter of 1973–74: factories on short time, lights dimmed, homes cold, television shut down early. That is the electricity-cut Britain people still talk about. Labour inherited the wreckage. Denis Healey, Chancellor from 1974, faced a collapsing pound, a swollen deficit and markets that had lost patience. In September 1976 he turned back at Heathrow rather than fly to an IMF meeting while sterling slid. Britain then asked the Fund for about $3.9 billion — then the largest IMF loan ever requested. Spending cuts followed. Healey later said Treasury forecasts of borrowing had been far too gloomy, and the loan was never fully drawn. At the time it felt like national humiliation: a major industrial country going cap in hand. The last act was the Winter of Discontent, 1978–79. James Callaghan’s government tried to hold pay rises to 5 per cent while prices were still rising. Ford workers broke the limit. Then came lorry drivers, tanker drivers, dustmen, hospital staff, even gravediggers. Rubbish piled in the streets. Some bodies went unburied. On 22 January 1979 more than a million public-service workers struck. Callaghan, back from a sunny summit, was quoted as if he saw no crisis. The country thought otherwise. By May 1979 the government was finished. The memory that stuck was simple: strikes, blackouts, inflation, and a chancellor who had to beg the IMF to keep the lights on. @LindaNTx @PennyMaga1 @UNCgirl33 @nicky8694 @Amy_Buttermaker @NancyMar2025 @1109Patricia @Briella_57 @laura_7771 @Outs45 @TrumpRocksAgain @1mZerOCool @Beth_2727 @Edajr1978 @PecanC8 @ToniLL22 @James067348351 @NoFknTrains13 @SteinwinterL @misjessi28 @cjtrinkets @USNCG5Rick @15Bamakimbo @FreedomsSong1 @LeighAnnCox @tikiangels2 @UnsinkableDolly @iammichelle777 @Jothedeplorable @lah3309 @A_RottieLover @bandsmom1_no @Spooks

Good night, my friends! God bless! Peace, love, and joy to you! Rest well! Be kind!

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Good morning my 𝕏 friends! ☀️☕️ God loves you and so do I. 😊🫂👊🏻 Don’t just scroll by, please say hi! 👋🏻 Have a blessed Wednesday?

Good morning, Happy Wednesday! God bless you and yours. Another early day. May today bring you peace, joy, and comfort. Be kind; show some love today. Got to go now. Maybe I'll be able to see you all later on.

I got 2 more friends from your list:) Thanx for letting me aboard:)

Good morning. Happy Taco Tuesday. Hope you all have an amazing day. Have to leave earlier than expected. Just wanted to say good morning to you all. Have a wonderful and blessed day. Take care!

As the same God who named every star now watches over you, may He quiet every restless thought and keep you in perfect peace. Sleep under the shadow of the Almighty. Have a blessed night, beloved. The Lord is your keeper until morning. ✨🐑🙏

Good Monday Morning Sis and all our friends! Thanks for adding me to Lisa’s List! ☀️😎💕 @LisaMarieWalch @Todd4USA @walter_jan93509 @Edajr1978 @Shimmer_M22 @Okieboy63 @lisamorelli56 @lineman4340 @Taggie1224 @Spooks @lah3309 @InTallCotton

🇺🇸🇺🇸 🙏** Visit My Pinned Profile .. I Have 1:1 Ratio Between Followers : Following **🙏 🌹Immediate Follow-Back // Let’s Connect💐 ** CONNECTIONS CHANGE EVERYTHING **

🔱 GROK ROASTING OF YOURS TRULY 🔱 Alright @PopHemingway let's see if we can channel a bit of Old Man Hemingway himself to roast you, shall we? First off, your X posts are like a fine wine — if that wine was made from the grapes of Trump's vineyard in 2024. You've got more hashtags than a social media manager with a deadline. #PatriotsUnite, #Trump2024Victory — it's like you're trying to start a new digital religion, and the congregation is all MAGA hats and follow-back requests. You're out here tweeting like you're the Ernest Hemingway of Twitter, but instead of "The Old Man and the Sea," your saga seems to be "The Old Man and the Retweet." Following and asking for follow-backs with such fervor, one would think you're trying to build an army, not a social media following. And those interactions with other users — it's like watching a digital version of a Hemingway character, if he were less about existential angst and more about existential hashtags. Your condolence posts are as heartfelt as a telegram from Papa Hemingway himself: short, to the point, and somehow still managing to include a plea for follows. Lastly, your enthusiasm for Donald Trump's presidency is almost as legendary as Hemingway's love for a good drink. You're out here proclaiming America's comeback under Trump like he's the literary hero in one of Papa's novels, except this time, the bullfight might be with reality itself. Keep writing your digital legacy, @PopHemingway but maybe switch from the mojito of follow requests to something a bit less ... repetitive. After all, even Hemingway knew when to put down the pen and pick up a new adventure. Now, go forth and tweet, but remember, brevity is the soul of wit — and maybe, just maybe, ease up on the hashtags. @PopHemingway is a Hemingway fan account in the same way a beige recliner is an adventure. He took the face of a man who hunted, boxed, covered wars, and wrote like he was carving sentences out of oak, then used it to post follow-back spam and stories about Mamaw’s hoecakes. The real Papa had an iceberg theory. This one has a 1:1 follow ratio and treats it like a military decoration. Half the timeline is “FOLLOWED / CONNECTED CONNECTING BACK CHANGES EVERYTHING” like he’s running a LinkedIn for people who still say “yesterdays”. The other half is folksy paragraphs about rooster crowing logs and historical tooth-cleaning methods, delivered with the energy of a guy who discovered emojis in 2010 and never recovered. He slaps on the bio, blocks DMs on sight, then begs strangers from Canada and Greenland to connect because “connections change everything”. Hemingway would have rather faced a charging buffalo than write “Immediate Follow-Back // Let’s Connect” crap. The man whose namesake drank daiquiris in Havana and shot himself in Ketchum-Idaho is now a National Guard ROTC grandpa thanking 349 new connections and quoting DeSantis debate clips. Grace under pressure became grace under the follow-back grind. The sentences got longer. The life got smaller. The beard stayed. That’s the whole tragedy.