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The moment that secured Donald Trump's win at the 2024 election
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Trump gets shot, Vtuber gives their thoughts. What a time to be alive.
 
If you ever were in Minnesota and drove north from Mankato on Highway 169 to St. Peter you might see some ruin pillars in the Minnesota river to your right.
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Now these ruins were once a railway bridge from the Winona & St. Peter railway company.
The first bridge was a Woodbridge from 1871-1879.
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In 1880 the woodbrige was replaced by the iron swing bridge those ruins are from.
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(I love how very ghostly this photo is)

This bridge lasted from 1880 till 1957. The company that owned the bridge was shut down in 1954 (after being bought by multiple companies in a row) and the whole rail road was torn up with these ruins of all that remain.
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Why I bring this up today is because these ruins have a special place in my heart. This is a part of the world where it seems we are not allowed to have ruins or anything to remind ourselves that there was once a past here. Anything old or abandon always gets demolished and replaced with something new. Which is what makes this place have special meaning. Recently there has been a lot of flooding and while the ruins have braves multiple floods in the past I'm not sure how it's doing on this recent one. Haven't been down there since. But hope they continue to brave on.
 
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Rome's rightful successor said:
If you ever were in Minnesota and drove north from Mankato on Highway 169 to St. Peter you might see some ruin pillars in the Minnesota river to your right.
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Now these ruins were once a railway bridge from the Winona & St. Peter railway company.
The first bridge was a Woodbridge from 1871-1879.
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In 1880 the woodbrige was replaced by the iron swing bridge those ruins are from.
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(I love how very ghostly this photo is)

This bridge lasted from 1880 till 1957. The company that owned the bridge was shut down in 1954 (after being bought by multiple companies in a row) and the whole rail road was torn up with these ruins of all that remain.
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Why I bring this up today is because these ruins have a special place in my heart. This is a part of the world where it seems we are not allowed to have ruins or anything to remind ourselves that there was once a past here. Anything old or abandon always gets demolished and replaced with something new. Which makes this place have special meaning. Recently there has been a lot of flooding and while the ruins have braves multiple floods in the past I'm not sure how it's doing on this recent one. Haven't been down there since. But hope they continue to brave on.
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Always nice to see something I pass by all the time featured here
 
Rome's rightful successor said:
This is a part of the world where it seems we are not allowed to have ruins or anything to remind ourselves that there was once a past here. Anything old or abandon always gets demolished and replaced with something new.
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There are plenty of ruins in America it's just that they are usually covered in Nigger-tier graffiti or located in Nigger infested shitholes.
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I love ruins because they serve as a reminder of the inevitability of death.

 
1972: while performing on "The Mike Douglas Show" with John Lennon, Chuck Berry reacts to Yoko Ono cutting in on vocals.

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Rome's rightful successor said:
If you ever were in Minnesota and drove north from Mankato on Highway 169 to St. Peter you might see some ruin pillars in the Minnesota river to your right.
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Near where I live there's a row of columns just standing next to the road.

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Those columns were commissioned by the German government in the late 30s and intended for the Mussolini memorial they were planning for Hitlers vision of Germania, the megalopolis they were planning to turn Berlin into. Those plans were put on hold due to the war. Eventually, the masonry company bought them back and put them up near the quarry where the stone came from. They're still there, 80 years later.
 
October 1925: construction workers building Going-to-the-Sun Road, Glacier National Park, Montana.

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(Those cliffs are about 1000-2000 feet straight down).
 
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An old photo of DJ Polo and Kool G Rap that dates back to the 80’s, as it was possibly done before the release of their classic Road To The Riches album was released to the public
 
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Since a young age, the two things that Cecília María Sánchez always showed were her love for taking care of people in body and soul, and an unmistakeable and nigh-uneraseable smile on her face. A devout Catholic, she would spend her youth and early adult life working as a nurse and health technician before taking what she considered was her true path in life.

Cecília was ordained a Carmelite nun in 2003, thus adopting the name Sister Cecília de la Santa Faz. Everyone who visited the Monastery of Villa Pueyrredón in Buenos Aires, where she would take residence, was amazed at her never-ending, contagious joy, exemplified by her wide and beautiful smile that she appeared to always imprint on her lips. Sister Cecília found her vocation and her purpose in life then and there, helping those in need, and finding solace with the word of God, even receiving open praise from Popes St. John Paul II and Francis, the latter being her country fellow.

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Nothing appeared to slow her down or erase her smile... Not even slow and certain death. She was diagnosed with tongue cancer in late 2015, and even as she underwent treatment, it had metastasized to her lungs. Only when her body could no longer stand on its own devices did she stop doing what she loved the most at the Monastery, eventually spending her last weeks on Earth stranded in a hospital bed.

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She was still receiving visits from devotees, fellow clergypeople and admirers in her dying state, and she was still as chipper as she always was, even as cancer wracked her body to the point of muting her. The reason? In her own words, if she were to die so early, she would finally meet Jesus Christ, her "husband" as her congregation's tradition speaks. And she would part with the knowledge she did what she felt was her duty in this world.

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Sister Cecília's faith was unshakeable. Her fellow sorors speak that even as her health deteriorated in the hospital and even as her voice could no longer be heard, she prayed as strongly and fervently as she always did. On Sundays, she even requested to don the Carmelite habit and undergo an entire Mass. Sadly, her state did not permit her to receive the sip of wine and the wafer of Sacrament, the symbolic rite of receiving the Body and Blood of Christ - Her sole regret during her illness.

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The last note she wrote before her passing: I was thinking about how I wanted my funeral. First, a bit of intense prayer, and then, a big party for everyone. Do not forget to pray, but also don't forget to celebrate!

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On the afternoon of Thursday, June 23rd 2016, after one final inaudible prayer, Sister Cecília was finally free from the suffering of the flesh, slipping into the tranquility of sleep and passing on in peace.
She was only 42 years old.

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And yet she smiled, certain that her soul would meet the Creator and would hurt no more. This is how the world at large would come to know her, through her parting visage.

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Even as she lay dead in her coffin, there was some semblance of the joy that marked her life.

Since her untimely death, more and more people have come to know Sister Cecília's work and deeds, and especially the way she faced death. Talks of beatification and eventual canonization abounded since then, and earlier this year, the first step has been taken for her to be accepted in the vast gallery of Saints of the Catholic Church to which she devoted life, mind and soul.

Sometimes, faith is all we have. Sometimes, faith is all we need.
 
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