Posted by Nolan Dalla on Apr 14, 2026 in Blog |
DID THE “RESCUED AIRMAN” STORY REALLY HAPPEN?
I don’t typically believe in conspiracy theories, nor pay much attention to them. Most wacko topics deserve to be ignored. Those who post them should also be derided and in extreme cases — tuned out. Unfounded conspiracy theories pollute our perceptions and diminish public trust. Almost all of them are rubbish.
However, after the charade we all witnessed this past Monday with Trump’s ludicrously staged-fake “DoorDash delivery grandma” showing up with at the Oval Office doorstep hoisting two teeming bags full of McDonald’s slop, at this point I wouldn’t put anything past this detestable regime that absolutely and shamelessly lies about anything and everything. Given what we’ve seen many times by now and the utter level of desperation Trump and his half-wit sycophants have reached, I do believe they are capable of attempting almost anything, no matter how villainous, corrupt, or outlandish.
Yeah, if they thought they could get away with something, I’m convinced they’d do it. At this point, would ANYONE be surprised by anything they do?
More than a week has passed since an American airman was “miraculously” rescued in the mountains of Iran. In yet another fist-pumping moment of self-aggrandizement, Trump made a formal speech to the nation and spent nearly 12 minutes of a 20-minute address going into great detail about how the airman survived against incredible odds. Details were included about how he was located, and how he was ultimately rescued. Sure — this entire unprovoked war was a mistake and has turned into an embarrassing shit-show, but from a very human point of view, we were all relieved to know that a brave member of the armed forces was safe and (presumably) going through recovery.
What’s most puzzling about this alleged “rescue story” however, is that we’ve heard absolutely nothing at all about it — since then. So far, no name. No photographs. No interviews. No witnesses. No medical team. Not a mother, nor a father. Not a family member. Not a spouse, or a child. Not a hometown. Nothing at all.
Hmmm. It’s like he disappeared, along with anyone else connected to the rescue operation and recovery. Even the media has gone silent, and one would expect some follow up from someplace.
Let’s be clear: No president in history has ever been more braggadocious about taking full credit for everything. This is a one-man regime propped up with overt nationalism, patriotism, flags, militarism, and so-called “American exceptionalism.” Anyone who might be great propaganda, especially in wartime!, would be the new poster boy of the glorious and godly fight against evil. At the very least, Trump and the loyalists who carry out his foolish madness would be crowing about the rescue and using the airman as a shining example of heroism. Everyone knows this.
So then — where is he? (I presume it’s a *he,* but who knows?). Where’s even one family member who by now would have gone to the media to tell the story? What happened?
I’m not fully convinced the story is false. Not yet. Perhaps it really did happen. If so, that’s a good thing. As horrific as Trump and his dysfunctional cabinet are, I don’t want to see my government staging a farce or lying about decent people who are risking their lives. Few offenses would be more outrageous or would be grounds for a full-scale mass military revolt against the Commander-in-Chief, and if this story turns out of be false, that’s exactly what should happen.
Right now, I remain leaning to some version of the rescued airman story that’s much less spectacular than the way it was described by Trump. We all know he lies much like he breathes. It’s natural for him. I think a fair assumption based on what we know. There probably was a rescue, and one of his loyal flunkies decided to create an outlandish PR stunt, and Trump — susceptible to any opportunity to brag about himself — took the ball and spiked it in the end zone.
I base this admittedly incomplete and preliminary opinion on one additional fact. I don’t trust anything from Trump or Sec. Hegseth. However, I reserve some measure of trust in Gen. Dan Cain, who was present along with Trump and Hegseth at the “official statement” that was given in the briefing room back Apr. 6. I know there have been lying scumbag generals in the past, like Gen. “felon “Flynn. But I don’t believe a 4-star general who is head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff would willingly engage himself in a conspiracy of this nature. If so, we really are in serious trouble much worse than I thought.
I reserve the right to change my mind based on the evidence. But something stinks here. So far, I’ve seen none that proves the rescued airman story happened in any manner close to the way it was described by Trump.
I’m open to persuasion if others wish to share their opinions in the comments section.
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Apr 13, 2026 in Blog |
REVIEW: “BECOMING LED ZEPPELIN” (NETFLIX)
I expected much more from Becoming Led Zeppelin, which as the title suggests, is a music documentary and story-journey about the foundation and formation and early years of one of the most iconic bands in rock history.
Surviving ex-bandmates Robert Plant (vocals), Jimmy Page (lead guitar), and John Paul Jones (bass) — John Bonham (drummer) died in 1980 — previously rejected multiple offers to tell/sell their insider backstory, which only buttered up an already-stoked (and stoned) base and added to widespread anticipation for this long overdue self-portrait.
More than a half century ago, Led Zeppelin’s meteoric album-selling success became amplified by the hedonistic rituals of rock n’ roll excess, corroding into an expectorate orgy of Caligulian decadence, every mesmerizing onstage gyration blurring into yet another after-hours party scene madrigaled with screeching vocals by the bare-chested Welsh-Tarzan frontman interwoven within an explosive cacoon of thundering multi-layered overdrives of blues-infused guitar metal. All these years later, some memories might be dazed and confused, but creating the definitive Led Zeppelin bio-pic could be and should be our stairway to heaven.
In 2024, the British-bon quartet-reduxi-trio was approached by filmmaker Bernard MacMahon (best known for the outstanding “American Epic” series) and soon thereafter the first “officially-authorized” Led Zeppelin documentary began to take shape. “We just decided — it was time,” Robert Plant sheepishly explained.
In an era of rock docu-excesses and often tiresome repetitive overkill, with every name and song and brand for sale and squeezed for the last pound and buck, that’s the understatement of our lifetime. “It was time,” indeed.
Unfortunately, there aren’t many behind-the-scenes revelations in this 90 minute showcase of mostly unseen archival footage and rare early concert performances, nor any great insider stories, that we all hoped for. Perhaps the trio has chosen to forget much of the chaos of their youth when they ruled the rock universe and FM airwaves, but those toasty chestnuts and backstories in whatever their form — inspiring, poignant, emotional, funny, introspective — are the catnip of most great rockumentaries, and this one fails to deliver our much-needed fix.
Looking and sounding simultaneously academic, yet grandfatherly, Plant/Page/Jones were interviewed in what looks like an Ox-bridge-style library. An old 70’s-era interview with Bonham is also included, though unfortunately it doesn’t add much to the portrait. The survivors do provide a functional, if dispassionate narration of the timeline on how Led Zeppelin morphed from the earlier Yardbirds, from studio musicians before, and from the unlikeliest of roots that grew organically and nourished by a genuine love obsession with blues taken to a new genre of rock culture.
To be fair — there are some exceptional moments in this documentary. For instance, I learned that two members of Led Zeppelin played on a well-known James Bond movie soundtrack. In 1965, then-session musicians Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones did the guitar work on the title theme of Goldfinger. There are other fun discoveries in here too, which I won’t give away.
It’s also fascinating to observe the earliest performances by Led Zeppelin, which launched as a hybrid group in September 1968, debuting in Denmark of all places. Seeing first-time black/white footage of kids rushing into a Copenhagen TV studio and surrounding a makeshift cement-floor stage and bare band set with the quartet playing in front of an audience for the first time is just so raw and authentic that it reminds us of what’s desperately missing from much music since and today. Those kids had no clue at the time the rock history they were witnessing.
It important to remember, Led Zeppelin shattered musical conventionalism. Like Dylan and the Beatles shortly before their arrival, nothing was quite the same again nor after them once we heard the first volcanic note of the opening line of that first audio awareness that this was something new and it would be big. Led Zeppelin to this day stands as the ultimate exemplification of artistic honesty and a refusal to compromise. Consider these facts: They weren’t marketed. They weren’t promoted. They weren’t pimped by corrupt DJs. Their success was entirely organic. Led Zeppelin didn’t even warrant an album release in their home country, the U.K. Agreeing to the unheard of caveat that they wouldn’t release any singles nor obsess over charting hit records, legendary Atlantic Record’s visionary founder Ahmet Ertegun signed them just minutes after hearing their demo tape and said, there you go — the world is now yours.
As is shown in this film, the early days were uncertain. Led Zeppelin may have been infused with the throwback sounds of traditional blues, but they were frightening to many. One clip from an early performance shows horned-rimmed glasses parents and school kids sticking fingers in their ears and ducking into a fetal position while Robert Plant wildly swings his hips and screams, “I want to be your backdoor man!” in “Whole Lotta Love.” Remember this was before strict rating codes were abolished, when TV was censored, and the raciest thing on American television was “The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour.”
One note and one song and once concert at a time, Led Zeppelin gradually built a loyal fan base. By the end of that first 1969 tour, fans were camping overnight for tickets to the show the following day. In Boston, the crowd was so raucous, the band played a single four-hour set, which is pretty remarkable given the new band had recorded just one hour of album material up to that point. Manager Peter Grant famously said, “that was when I knew they’d be the biggest band in the world.” Jimmy Page, his hands raw from playing a four hour set, half-complained, “we wanted to leave, but they just wouldn’t let us go.”
I was annoyed that band manager Peter Grant wasn’t given considerably more focus and extended proper credit in the so-called definitive story of Led Zeppelin’s rise and success. If ever there was a bombastic mad coked-up bull inside the fragile china cabinet of music moxy, it was Grant — the 350 lb. Hells Angel-looking ex-club bouncer plastered with a menacing Fu-Manchu mustache who is widely-acknowledged as the shrewdest manager-agent in rock history. He approached record company negotiations with a $500 fountain pen in one hand, and the attitude of a swinging tire iron in the other. Sign here, or else. Every clause was one Grant fuck you from breaking down and being done. So, he kicked record industry ass. Grant hammered lucrative deals that no other band in the world received, including full control over all their songs, album concepts and designs, date releases, tour schedules, and promotion. No one alive could have delivered that kind of a deal with so much power and control in so many zeros, except for Grant who barreled through the 1960s and 1970s with the force of a human wrecking ball. Obsessed with representing his clients, Grant was even known for prowling the parking lots of stadiums during Led Zeppelin live concerts and hunting down pirate t-shirt venders, even threatening to beat them into a pulp while shutting down a million-dollar concert in mid-show unless local security did their jobs. This ballbuster clearly deserves his own movie.
Led Zeppelin fans are sure to enjoy the music and rare concert footage. While the band’s best material comes somewhat later in their careers, we recognize and appreciate the four bandsmen were always in this for the music. In one memorable scene, Plant and Page look out from the stage and see a small crowd at one of their earliest performances. Disappointment wasn’t on the setlist. The looked at each other and said, let’s play this gig the best we can and pretend we’re only playing for each other. And so, that genuine togetherness become one of the defining characteristics of the band, which always seemed so tight-knit, so connected, so in tune with each other. They played as much for each other, as themselves. And the fame and success and girls and money, that was just a bonus. Oh, and who can ever forget the fireplace on the Led Zeppelin airplane?
That musical authenticity remains as a powerful testament to the legendary band, to their ongoing legacy, to the music which endures to the day and continues to cast a spell. When the levee breaks, we’re consumed by an infinity of possibilities.
This documentary is currently available on Netflix. I rank it at 6 on a 10 scale, not so much because there’s anything wrong with it but due to the fact it leaves us wanting so much more.
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Apr 11, 2026 in Blog |
IRAN TELLS TRUMP….”LOOK AT ME, I’M THE CAPTAIN, NOW.”
So, the incompetent corrupt imbecilic deranged idiot who doesn’t bother to read his own government’s intelligence reports…..who won’t listen to his own advisors….who naively disregards experts with a lifetime of diplomatic experience in the field….who has no grasp of history….who learned nothing at all from two previous failed wars in the Middle East…..who lies incessantly to everyone…..and who (by his own admission!) decided to follow his “gut feelings” to attack a mighty powerful and proud and clearly dangerous nation of 90 million buttressed with the world’s 10th largest armed forces, and is loaded with ballistic missiles and drones with close proximity to multiple targets throughout the region (including U.S. bases), and has developed strong alliances with both Russia and China.
Any more bright ideas, orange dumb-ass?
The pathetic fool badly miscalculated every step of the way of this preposterous war — and LOST. Correction: Make that, the UNITED STATES and all of us lost (at least up to this point). Iran, while weakened militarily, has gained everywhere else, and now indirectly controls much of the world’s oil supply and by consequence, several dozen economies. They will become richer and thus more powerful due to this colossal mistake and preposterous miscalculation, and astounding as it all sounds, Iran has become more credible in much of the world in the way this conflict is now perceived.
This is one cluster-fuck of a failure after failure after another, and it’s all due to the biggest failure of all — the clown show known as the Presidency of Donald Trump (and the equally-appalling Netanyahu war machine in Israel, which is just as complicit in the mess they created and have made catastrophically worse).
“Peace Talks” in Pakistan went nowhere. In fact, they appeared doomed from the start if we examine the absurdity of demands by both sides who were so far apart Artemis couldn’t have bridged the gap. Ho hum. Yet, another failure. Things went so badly, the Three Stooges (Vance, Kushner, Wittkoff) gave up, hopped on a plane this morning and said bye-bye. *No deal* means Iran WINS. After all, it is they who will run the show, continue to defy Trump’s excruciating lies (“…..they have no military, they have no navy, they are defeated, we won, their leaders are all dead”—HE SAID ALL THAT TODAY!)…..umm, anyone sane buying that line of bullshit?
The 2026 Iran-US War has turned into the shocking scene from the movie based on the true story of a giant America tanker-ship sailing in the dangerous waters of that part of the world when the pirates seize control, take over, and the captain has no cards left to play.
Yes —— Iran is the captain now.
Well done, MAGA! This shit is all on you. Every death. All the loss. Every bit of the pain. And if you don’t care about that, then watch the global economy in the next few weeks.
I have no idea how anyone is going to clean up this mess.
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Note: While war is waging, economies are suffering, global markets are reeling, energy prices are soaring……DONALD TRUMP IS ATTENDING A UFC FIGHT TONIGHT, in Miami.
Gee, maybe he can make a wise decision and pick a winner in something he actually cares about.
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Apr 8, 2026 in Blog |
KEGS-BREATH SPINS THE FACTS AND SPEWS THE BULLSHIT
Sycophant of Defense, Peter “Kegs-breath” Hegseth’s bumbling press conference early this morning should have been an SNL skit. No need to hire an actor, though Jim Carey as Ace Ventura: Pet Detective nailed the creepy-cringe best. Or perhaps it was LIAR LIAR.
Kegger’s lengthy list of ludicrous lies, errrr I mean “responses” to media questions on Wednesday about the so-called Iran-U.S. “ceasefire” [1] was an astonishing display of self-delusion. I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. All that was missing from the clown circus was the rampaging gorilla pounding his chest with a calliope as the soundtrack.
da da da da dada….da da da da dada…dunda da dunda….dunda dunda da da…..
[Note 1: “Ceasefire,” my ass! Not even 18 hours have yet passed and meanwhile — Israel continues its ruthless military aggression in this unprovoked war with multiple attacks on Iran both yesterday and today. In their tit-for-tat response, Iran re-launched further attacks this morning on a number of Gulf-nation targets, including Kuwait. Oh, and Israel blasted more missiles into defenseless Lebanon today, more than any period of the war, so far — with more than 1,000,000 already homeless from that deliberate orchestrated war crime……..and this is a CEASEFIRE? Perhaps someone can define what a fucking “WAR” is to me!]
Watching and listening to Christian Nationalist Kegs-breath bragging about “peace in our time,” you’d think World War II had just ended. This wasn’t a cock walk, it was a chicken dance. We witnessed the boyish bluster and bravado that one expects out on a second-grade playground during recess quarreling over who gets to kick the ball.
By the way, Kegger, pro-tip: Those limp-ass suits you always wear look like they were plucked off a final clearance rack at Burlington. You look like you should be delivering a local weather report in Paducah, not representing the entire United States armed forces. Please. Go out and buy a decent suit–you can probably charge it to the taxpayer.
Quoting the bombastic self-congratulatory dimwit:
“[Iran] thought they could bleed America with impunity. Well, they just learned the hard way what happens when you try to fight us directly. The Iranians, humiliated and demoralized [2] — we control their fate, not the other way around. That’s why they came to the table.”
[Note 2: Huh? What? Excuse me? Run that by me again? I must be hearing things. What did you have for breakfast, Mr. Secretary — a keg of Bloody Mary’s? You say the Iranians were in your own words, “humiliated and demoralized?” Hmm, you might want to look at the scenes from Tehran today, ….pause.
Note to Sec. Hogsbreath: Tehran is the capital of Iran. Now, please continue….
….where they were waving Iranian flags and dancing in the streets. In fact, everyone living in the real world of sanity outside the crazed MAGAsphere recognized that Iran ******WON****** this conflict, at least to date, even if temporarily.
Putting it in words that perhaps Kegger can understand, if this was halftime of a football game, you’re LOSING right now by two touchdowns, and your quarterback is Ryan Leaf hooked up to an oxygen tank and your coach is the guy calling plays for the New York Jets. But hey, ANY LIE gets swallowed by the dirt dumb MAGA base, reported on the FUX NEWS Network. Blowing tens of billions of dollars and getting humiliated on the world stage is what masquerades as “winning” in the Republic of Trumpistan.]
Continuing:
“You see, had Iran refused our terms, the next targets would have been their power plants, bridges, and oil and energy infrastructure, targets they could not defend and could not realistically rebuild. We were locked and loaded. President Trump had the power to cripple Iran’s entire economy in minutes. But he choose mercy.”
Ooooof! Medic! Sorry, I just busted a testicle. What ??? Did he really say this? Trump “choose MERCY.” ???
You mean the same pedo-madman who only days ago threatened to bomb a country “back in the Stone Age” and “wipe out an entire civilization?” You mean that Ambassador of Mercy?
Let’s be clear: First, Iran did not “accept U.S. terms.” Quit. Fucking. Lying. Trump’s family bungalow of corrupt insider-trading flunkies accepted Iran’s terms. Remember, the repeatedly-stated Trump demand that the Strait of Hormuz be opened to shipping immediately? Well, guess what there, Sport. Guess who still controls that vital traffic waterway and is now even charging million-dollar tolls on all shipping? Go ahead, say it, admit it — it’s IRAN! You barking ass-lung.
Facts show, the United States gained NOTHING so far from this self-defeating, murderous, crazy crusade of a fiasco. The Trump regime was outplayed, out-negotiated, outmaneuvered, and ultimately humiliated by a bunch of Islamic fanatics…..which is pretty goddamned sad when you think about it. Seeing all the clever and creative social media posts by various Iranian officials who bitch-slapped and kicked ass was the ultimate illustration of shame. It’s pretty sad when your getting punked on social media by people whose minds are rooted in the 12th Century.
The final exchange with Kegs-breath is perhaps the most revealing of all:
– Media Question: “Iran has continued striking targets well into this morning. At what point are we beyond a grace period?”
– Sec. Hegseth Replies: “Iran would be wise to get the carrier pigeon to their troops out in remote locations to know not to shoot, not to shoot any longer.”
– Media Response: “But they’re still firing ballistic missiles!”
– Sec. Hegseth Replies: “Excuse me, why are you so rude?”
Just ——- wow.
So weak and pathetic. My fellow Americans, this guy calls himself the “Secretary of War.”
If a war had a sad clown face, this is it.
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Apr 7, 2026 in Blog |
THE RISE AND FALL OF PLANET EARTH (EARTHRISE REDUX)
There’s a painfully bitter irony to NASA’s Artemis space mission *up there* and what’s happening *down here* right now.
Those brave astronauts up there remind us of what’s humanly possible when the best of us work together for something big. Meanwhile, down here on planet earth, the most powerful petty men of troubled nations push us to the very brink of self-destruction, while invoking divine providence.
Think of the absurd polarity. A manned space rocket soars further and faster than any craft ever conceived or constructed in the history of human civilization; yet the same nation’s leader threatens to wipe out an entire civilization and bomb a country back into the Stone Age.
Space exploration best demonstrates what we’re truly capable of when we work together in pursuit of knowledge and discovery to advance the common good. Extraordinary achievements in space have been a collaborative triumph between initiative, ingenuity, innovation, collective interest, and extraordinary individual courage. The sum of small parts can be something huge. Miracles are the antithesis of science, but given how far we’ve come and gone in such a short time, humankind’s greatest miracle has been space exploration.
So, what if the following happens. What if Artemis returned back to earth in just a few days and found (gasp!) — no one here? That’s not entirely out of the question. Geopolitics has become a science-fiction movie.
Nearly six decades ago, we saw the earth for the first time — as it looks from the distance of space. What a sight in the mirror. Soon thereafter named “Earthrise,” the photograph became one of the most powerful (and influential) images in human history. During the Apollo 8 mission to the moon, astronaut William Anders snapped the most famous photograph ever taken from a small window inside the space module. It was taken on Christmas Eve, December 24, 1968.
The contrast between that breathtaking image of a big beautiful blue and white marble so silent in the vast darkness and yet seemingly so at peace with itself and the gargantuan forces of the galactic universe was an astounding contradiction to the real-world problems of that year 1968, certainly the most turbulent of my lifetime. The Cold War. Mutual Assured Destruction (MAD). Half a million Americans fighting an insane war on the other side of the world. Conflict in the Middle East. The Culture War in China and a very different culture war in America. Race riots. Protests in the streets. Burning cities in chaos. The generation gap — old versus young. Ponder this painful fact: One third of the world’s population on that Christmas Eve went to bed hungry that night.
Perhaps that’s why we need *moments*. Moments like this. Special moments. A pause. A break. A time to reflect. Even if it’s a few seconds to let our minds wonder and dream.
With all that’s going on all over the world on this troubled day April 8, 2026…..pessimism, and perhaps even cynicism, is most certainly justified.
However, let’s also remember that we’ve been through these bleak periods of hopelessness before and we not only survived, but prospered, constructing one accomplishment upon another. History does have a way of repeating itself, for both bad and good.
Those looking for inspiration and a reason for optimism only need to look up at the sky and — like space itself — imagine those possibilities multiplied ad infinitum.
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Apr 5, 2026 in Blog |
TRUMPS ‘”SPIRITUAL ADVISOR” SHARES HER THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS
Wrapped in a fresh new facelift that resembles frantically trying to stretch a queen-size fitted sheet over a king-size mattress while karate-chopping the tuck into a hopelessly stuffed crevice, here is Trump’s own personal “spiritual advisor” comparing him to the Lordy Jesus Christ on this holy (shit!) Easter Bunny Sunday.
Meanwhile, in his own early morning social media post likely made from the epicenter of Western Civilization — the White House bedroom toilet — her cult mob boss threatened to murder millions of innocent men, women, children, pets, and goldfish…..dropped the fuck-bomb….and slandered 1.3 billion Muslims.
Ho hum….just another Sunday morning in the Divided States of Madness in 2026.
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Apr 3, 2026 in Blog |
ALL TRUMP DOES IS LIE — ALL THE TIME, ABOUT EVERYTHING
[AND NOW, IT’S COSTING AMERICAN LIVES AND BILLIONS IN WASTEFUL DESTRUCTION]
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 31, 2026 in Blog |
THE MOTIVE BEHIND POLITICAL “CONVERSION” REVEALS EVERYTHING
Yesterday, I posted a short and quick video-reel rant which was diced with some humor asking how we should react to former MAGA activists and ex-Trumpers who finally see the light of day. I need to follow-up on that tirade today, because I left something out which is very important.
That omission on my part is — MOTIVES.
The MOTIVES behind political “conversation” tells us all we need to know. We must ask those who allegedly decide to leave the MAGA cult — what made them finally change their minds?
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 30, 2026 in Blog |
LIVING WITH ALZHEIMER’S: AN UPDATE
I’d like to share something deeply personal because it might help other people who are dealing with a serious problem, nationally and globally. Even if you don’t think this is an issue now, it’s very likely to impact many people out there — whether it’s ourselves or a loved one. Alzheimers (and/or dementia) will impact about one-third of all Americans at some point in their lives, either personally or someone within their immediate family.
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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 29, 2026 in Blog |
IRAN’S BEST WEAPON — TURNS OUT TO BE TRUMP!
Could anybody be a bigger fuck up than Trump?
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