Nothing to see here.
The international sanctions currently employed against Russia and Putin’s Folly by other countries don’t seem to be softening the little maniac’s resolve. There are more sanctions which are to be started at the end of this year, but just how long do they think Ukraine can stave off total defeat?
I just can’t envision them being anything more than a burnt out carcass of a nation by the end of the year. It appears that the aid being given thus far is not enough to turn the tide of this war.
Boots on the ground.
ABC News needs to turn the page. They keep a permanent link to the Jan. 6th attempt to overthrow the government. Either put all offenders in jail or shut the fuck up and join the rest of the nihilists.
America needs to turn the page.
Out with the old, in with the new.
No, I’m not talking politics, I am talking life in its totality.
Newer doesn’t always mean better after all.
Here I go speaking my mind again, but I have had my fill of “the first black”… (this or that, whatever). No need to signal a change of any import, unless there were to ever be a black King of England.
Talk about shaking up the country club….
My Manchester United Reds need to turn the page from the chaos they have put us loyal fans through. But that doesn’t mean discounting the soul of the team.
Yes, he is a step slower.
Yes, he doesn’t score as often.
Past his prime?
But if Ten Hag has a championship mindset he will realize the value of possibly the greatest player of all-time, Cristiano Ronaldo. He will keep him, get two more world-class strikers, a couple of stout midfielders, get rid of the big, clumsy oaf Harry Maguire, keep DeGea in goal, while getting Henderson ready to take over.
I’m sick of hearing injuries are the reason for many losses.
Get players who are fit, or get your trainers to do their fucking jobs!
United is out of excuses.
This isn’t Norwich or Aylesbury.
It’s Manchester freakin’ United and we are the Yankees of English football.
They should neuter the next idiot manager they get who can’t place the Reds perennially in the Top Four.
Personally, I am way more Georgie Best than stoic Sir Bobby Charlton, and I root for my lads with the same passion I have for the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame.
So you know my ass is burning for a winner.
A female manager?
I would cheer on a baboon if it could strategize like Pep Guardiola and teach defense like Carlo Ancelotti.
I have spoken in the past of my fear that I will pass before I ever see another Notre Dame National Championship football team. I remember clear as day in 1989 in Tempe, Arizona. It was sunny and warm, and the Irish had just won the national championship over a loaded West Virginia team led by their All-American quarterback Major Harris.
Drunk as two Irishmen, my Dad and I cackled as we proclaimed to anyone and no one that “we’ll be back every year in the national championship game.”
Nostradamus we ain’t.
But not yet ready to turn the page.