Robin M. Paolozzi @RobinMPaolozzi

@NeBurcusun 7:53pm

@tmascchloeprice Hi 😊

You asked for a sign from God, and here it is.

@shouq_al90149 Yes

This is the Declaration of Independence — written in plain English so everyday Americans can understand the foundation of their freedom. In 1776, a group of ordinary people made one of the boldest statements in human history. They declared that all people are created equal. That no king… no government… no ruler… gives you your rights. You are born with them. Among those rights are three that changed the world: Life — the right to exist and live freely. Liberty — the right to make your own choices. The pursuit of happiness — the right to build a life that fulfills you. Government is created for one primary reason: To protect those rights. Not to control your life. Not to silence your voice. Not to grow more powerful than the people it serves. And here is one of the most important ideas ever written: Government only has power because the people allow it to. This is called the consent of the governed. Take that consent away… and government loses its legitimacy. But the Declaration goes even further. It says when a government repeatedly abuses its power… when it stops protecting freedom… when it becomes a threat to the very rights it was meant to defend… The people have the right to change it. Even abolish it. Not over small disagreements. Not over temporary problems. But when there is a clear pattern of tyranny — a steady erosion of freedom. The American colonies did not rush to rebellion. For years, they tried peace. They petitioned the king. They asked for fairness. They appealed to reason. They were ignored. Instead, they faced: Laws forced on them without representation. Their local governments dissolved. Judges controlled by the crown. Standing armies placed among civilians. Taxes imposed without their consent. Trade restricted. Trial by jury denied. Over and over, their rights were pushed aside. It became clear that the government meant to protect them… was instead controlling them. So the colonies embraced a radical idea — one that reshaped the future: Power does not flow from rulers down to the people. It flows from the people up to their government. Always. With that belief, they made a decision that would change history forever. They declared themselves free and independent states. No longer subjects of a distant king. No longer bound to a throne. But a new nation built on a revolutionary principle: Freedom is not granted by government. It is recognized by it. And the men who signed the Declaration understood the risk. To put their names on that document was to commit treason. The punishment was death. Yet they signed anyway. Because they believed some truths were worth risking everything for. The Declaration of Independence is more than an old document. It is a reminder. Freedom is not the natural state of the world. Self-government is rare in human history. Both must be understood. Both must be protected. Both must be defended. That was true in 1776. And it is just as true today.

A girl came in to try on dresses. She was a size 18. She looked at the rack of tiny sample sizes and her shoulders slumped. "I probably won't fit in anything," she whispered to her mom. Another consultant rolled her eyes. "We have the plus-size section in the back," she said loudly. The girl flinched. I stepped in. " Actually," I said, "I just got a new shipment of gowns that would look stunning on you. They're front and center." I grabbed three dresses I knew would fit. I spent two hours with her. I jacked her up with veils and jewelry. When she came out in the second dress, she started crying. "I look... beautiful," she said. "You are beautiful," I told her. "The dress is just the accessory." She bought it. Her mom pulled me aside and said "She's been bullied her whole life about her weight. Thank you for making her feel like a princess." Kindness is the best accessory. It fits everyone.

@niyetsel .

Story: I photograph shelter dogs for a living. I’ve learned how to read stiff tails, pinned ears, warning growls. I thought I understood aggression. Last Tuesday, I learned how wrong I was. 🐾 His name wasn’t really a name. It was “Intake #402.” A scarred, 70-pound Pitbull with tired eyes and a red mark on the schedule: Euthanasia – 5:00 PM. The clipboard said: “Signs of aggression. Lunged at staff. Too broken.” Those words followed him like a sentence already served. At 4:15 PM, I found him pressed into the far corner of his kennel, facing the wall. Not watching. Not snarling. Shaking so violently his collar rattled against the concrete floor. 💔 Every muscle in his body was tight, like he was bracing for something terrible he knew was coming. A staff member passed behind me and shook their head. “Don’t bother with that one,” they said flatly. “He tried to take a chunk out of me.” But something about the way he faced the wall stopped me cold. It wasn’t the posture of a killer. It was the posture of someone trying to disappear. Of someone who had learned that being seen was dangerous. I broke protocol. I unlocked the cage, stepped inside, and sat down on the floor—my back to him. No eye contact. No reaching. I just breathed. Slow. Steady. Like I wasn’t afraid… even though part of me was. Minutes passed. Ten of them. Then I felt it. A heavy head rested gently on my shoulder. 🐶 Not forceful. Not demanding. Just… exhausted. When I turned my head, I didn’t see rage in those amber eyes. I saw panic. The kind that comes from trying so hard to do the right thing and never knowing what that is anymore. That’s when I noticed the details. A faint white ring around his neck where a collar had once been. A deliberate pattern of white fur on his chest, like markings that meant something to someone. Scars that didn’t look random—but earned. And suddenly, I took a gamble. My grandfather had trained working dogs years ago. Police dogs. Protection dogs. He used German commands. I leaned in and whispered one word: “Sitz.” The transformation was instant. ⚡ The shaking stopped. He sat up straight with military precision—chest out, spine rigid, ears forward. A perfect soldier at attention. He wasn’t a stray. He was a trained dog without orders. A weapon that had been told to stand down… forever. I swallowed hard and whispered another word. “Pfote.” Paw. He lifted his massive, scarred paw and placed it carefully in my hand. Not clumsy. Not rough. He held on like I was the only thing keeping him from drowning. 💓 That’s when it hit me. He hadn’t lunged because he was mean. He hadn’t growled because he was broken. He lunged because the world suddenly stopped making sense. No commands. No structure. No handler. Just noise, fear, and strangers. He didn’t need a cage. He needed a mission. I ran to the front desk with his photo, my hands shaking. “He’s not aggressive,” I said. “He’s trained. He’s grieving.” I rewrote his bio myself: > “My name is Sergeant. I understand commands in German. I guarded a family my entire life until I lost them. I am not dangerous—I am disciplined. I am looking for a new commanding officer to serve.” The post exploded. Four thousand shares in one hour. 📱🔥 Comments poured in. Veterans. Handlers. People who recognized that look in his eyes. At 4:55 PM—five minutes before his scheduled time—a truck pulled into the lot. An older man stepped out slowly, leaning on a cane, wearing a faded VFW cap. He said he’d seen the post. He said he knew that look. He said he’d worn it himself once. When they brought Sergeant out, the man dropped his cane and slapped his thigh. “Hier!” The leash went taut. Sergeant dragged his handler across the grass and buried his face into the man’s chest. The sound he made was something between a howl and a sob. 😭 A lifetime of holding it together finally giving way. The man wrapped both arms around him and whispered, “I got you, buddy. Stand down. You’re home.”

@Mishi_2210 52?

The fastest way to become more confident is to become more competent. Real confidence is earned, not bought.

I don't know why this hasn't received more publicity, but this fifty-foot sculpture was unveiled recently in South Dakota. It's called 'Dignity' and was done by artist Dale Lamphere to honor the women of the Sioux Nation.

@Puppieslover 💖💖💖

“I will not give birth to a life that will discriminate against my gender. My own flesh and blood must not become a blade and turn against me. If the world born from my body oppresses me I will not let that world exist.” RESPECT for Korean Feminist Women!

Bl💓ck Barbies @The_Only_Barbie

6 months ago

This is how ALL WOMEN should think actually:

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@oelma__ On my mom's side Edna, on my dad's side Mabel.

If you don’t quit, you learn. If you learn, you improve. If you improve long enough, you win. So the only true failure is quitting before you learn.

Don’t change your goals just because somebody else is upset with the lifestyle it takes to achieve them.

Confidence grows with action and shrinks with inaction.

In a moment like this, when tensions are high, part of the job of the president is to remind us of the ties that bind us together.

@spartacozz Working and then hit the gym.