politicians
Reviews of the politicians kissing babies and running governments around the world; applaud and criticize the decisions they make and their implications.
Escalating Tensions: Chinese Warship's Unsafe Encounter with US Vessel in Taiwan Strait, as Russia's Actions Fail to Affect China's Taiwan Intentions
In a recent incident, a Chinese warship came dangerously close to colliding with a US vessel in the Taiwan Strait. On June 3, the USS Chung-Hoon (DDG 93) and the HMCS Montreal (FFH 336) were conducting a routine transit when the People's Liberation Army Navy (PLA(N)) LUYANG III DDG 132 (PRC LY 132) executed unsafe maneuvers near the USS Chung-Hoon. The Chinese warship violated maritime rules by getting as close as 150 yards (137 meters), prompting the US vessel to slow down and alter its course to avoid a collision. This incident follows another concerning event in late May when a Chinese J-16 fighter jet performed an unnecessarily aggressive maneuver while intercepting a US RC-135 aircraft over the South China Sea.
By M. A. Alam3 years ago in The Swamp
"President Biden's On-Stage Fall at Air Force Graduation Deemed Minor, Confirms Spokesperson"
As President Joe Biden was making his way offstage after completing the graduation ceremony of Air Force Academy's graduates he tripped over a sandbag which went unnoticed.
By Vijay Mistry3 years ago in The Swamp
Since alive, might as well
Since alive, might as well be like water, dribs and drabs are real life. Often listen to you sigh with emotion, a person is not lazy, also not vulgar, more a lot of talent, but not necessarily live. This trap is always tormenting you, causing you to fall, often after a brief insight, into a deeper ignorance. From then on your locked brow originated a long river of sorrow, only in the meteor sky with strings in exchange for their own lonely story. You say that the young heart will not open an umbrella into such as crying rain, only in the morning will not wake up in the swaying of the millennium dream. This time, though you are still a mountain, is premature desolation. Your wandering experience has convinced you that youth is just a black title told by the night. However, this should not be your whole story, because your bright eyes still prove the early spring rain, you should shake off a body of wind and frost in the flying rain, with your thin fingers on the earth to write: I thank life, believe in the future! The same is the silence for the preface, this time your book opened a new plot, you get up to the strange grass island, let the sad clouds on your face slowly into the sky, you carefully drying the wet youth, let the youth become a proud song, gurling into the ears of The Times. I saw your flowing long hair to absorb the strong wind, heard your life in the bamboo forest rattling, so you really began to learn to laugh, learn to live, learn to silently carve a passion, a faith, a kind of upward power in your young heart wall. Life, need to slowly precipitate its value in the warp and weft of time and space, although at that time the universe silent, heaven and earth do not wake up; Life, also should be beyond the twilight of the day after the start again, so that all the flow of blood and enthusiasm, re infected with the sun's brilliant and heavy fingerprints.Since alive, might as well be like water, dribs and drabs are real life. Often listen to you sigh with emotion, a person is not lazy, also not vulgar, more a lot of talent, but not necessarily live. This trap is always tormenting you, causing you to fall, often after a brief insight, into a deeper ignorance. From then on your locked brow originated a long river of sorrow, only in the meteor sky with strings in exchange for their own lonely story. You say that the young heart will not open an umbrella into such as crying rain, only in the morning will not wake up in the swaying of the millennium dream. This time, though you are still a mountain, is premature desolation. Your wandering experience has convinced you that youth is just a black title told by the night. However, this should not be your whole story, because your bright eyes still prove the early spring rain, you should shake off a body of wind and frost in the flying rain, with your thin fingers on the earth to write: I thank life, believe in the future! The same is the silence for the preface, this time your book opened a new plot, you get up to the strange grass island, let the sad clouds on your face slowly into the sky, you carefully drying the wet youth, let the youth become a proud song, gurling into the ears of The Times. I saw your flowing long hair to absorb the strong wind, heard your life in the bamboo forest rattling, so you really began to learn to laugh, learn to live, learn to silently carve a passion, a faith, a kind of upward power in your young heart wall. Life, need to slowly precipitate its value in the warp and weft of time and space, although at that time the universe silent, heaven and earth do not wake up; Life, also should be beyond the twilight of the day after the start again, so that all the flow of blood and enthusiasm, re infected with the sun's brilliant and heavy fingerprints.
By Henry Tyre3 years ago in The Swamp
African IMF & Loan Indebted Governments Can't Overtax Citizens You're Creating a Recipe for Anarchy
Tuesday, May 30 2023 By: TB Obwoge I was casually checking on a friend in Kenya, he's been encouraging me, begging me actually, to return to the country I left in 2020. I've been telling him I would but watching the news of the economic issues in Kenya is very worrisome.
By IwriteMywrongs3 years ago in The Swamp
Brazil
Brazil is the largest country in South America and the fifth largest country in the world by area. It is located in the tropics, and its climate is hot and humid. The country has a population of over 210 million people, making it the fifth most populous country in the world. Brazil is a federal republic, and its capital is Brasília.
By Nouman Yousaf3 years ago in The Swamp
