George H.w. Bush

10 Dec 18
News Exc Celebrity

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Jenna Bush Hager returned to the Today show on Monday after a week of mourning her late grandfather George. H.W. Bush. 

The former president passed away on November 30, at the age of 94, and while the 37-year-old Today correspondent said she is still ‘in pain,’ she feels lucky that she and her family were able to give her grandfather a ‘proper sendoff.’ 

Jenna acknowledged that it can be difficult to lose someone publicly because you hear people talking about your loved one, but she stressed that she and her family ‘felt so surrounded with love.’ 

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10 Dec 18
Lion of Judah Blog

­God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear, even though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though its waters roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with its swelling. (Psalm 46;1-3) Praise Reports President Donald […]

10 Dec 18
Viral News Pedia

President Donald Trump is interviewing candidates to serve as his new chief of staff after announcing Saturday that General John Kelly would leave the position at the beginning of next year. Anyone taking the job needs the unique qualifications for success in the Trump White House, including a willingness to fight, political knowledge, an understanding […]

10 Dec 18
Archy news nety

Mike DeBonis Congressional reporter on the House of Representatives December 10 at 15.38 The leader of the minorities of the house, Nancy Pelosi, conducts more advanced negotiations with critics in her party about an agreement that paves the way for her to be elected speaker next month. Despite chairing a midterm pick-up of 40 seats […]

10 Dec 18
Genetic Dissenter

In 1992, media reports claimed that then-president George H.W. Bush was “amazed” at the sight of a grocery store scanner. While the claim has since been debunked, the encounter says a lot about his presidency. Bush Sr.

10 Dec 18
Archy news nety

Only because he quietly by George H.W. Bush's funeral on Wednesday, Donald Trump was greeted by some as a more presidential page. Unfortunately, it was another Groundhog Day in a Trumpian false dawns loop. Since then, Mr. Trump announced the resignation of his chief of staff, John Kelly, who accepted Heather Nauert, a former Fox […]

10 Dec 18
ALL IN ONE NEWS

Navy pilots who participated in the 21 aircraft flyover at George H.W. Bush's funeral in Texas describe what it was like to be part of that historic tribute for the late president.

10 Dec 18
Marin Independent Journal
I was paraplegic once, for a day. Let me explain. When I was the editor of a small weekly newspaper in Miami in the mid-1980s, a local nonprofit sponsored a disability day for media folks. I showed up, they gave me a disability — there were many but you couldn’t choose your own — and a wheelchair, instructed me to go about my day as usual and wished me luck. I needed luck. Or something. Mostly the use of my lower body again. That day was one of the hardest days of my life (giving birth, twice, is up there, too, but a lot more joyous). I couldn’t navigate the crooked and cracked sidewalks well or cross streets easily. I couldn’t open the front door of my office building, couldn’t fit into the bathroom stalls. It was exhausting just wheeling myself around. Just as exhausting was how people reacted to me. Some stared, some beamed huge smiles at me or wished me an enthusiastic, “Hello!” but I’m not sure why; I did nothing to deserve those smiles, those greetings. Some offered to help, which I appreciated sometimes, but not when I didn’t need help because I could do it on my own. I didn’t like all the unwanted attention — attention I didn’t receive when I present as “abled.” It felt like pity. No one wants to be pitied. Say what you will about George H.W. Bush — I was not a fan — but the 41st president who died last week understood that, which is why he passed the Americans with Disabilities Act. What a game-changer. “This act is powerful in its simplicity. It will ensure that people with disabilities are given the basic guarantees for which they have worked so long and so hard: independence, freedom of choice, control of their lives, the opportunity to blend fully and equally into the rich mosaic of the American mainstream,” he said the day he signed the ADA into law, on July 26, 1990. “Together, we must remove the physical barriers we have created and the social barriers that we have accepted. For ours will never be a truly prosperous nation until all within it prosper. … We rejoice as this barrier falls for claiming together we will not accept, we will not excuse, we will not tolerate discrimination in America.” If only that were fully true. If only the current administration felt the same way. Still, even the most tolerant of us sometimes feel awkward in the presence of someone who’s not “normal” like we are, although some disabilities aren’t clearly visible. Or we consider them brave or heroic, notes San Rafael’s Francine Falk-Allen, who contracted polio when she was 3 years old, in her witty and honest memoir, “Not a Poster Child.” That isn’t right either. “Sometimes people who put us crips on a pedestal are then disappointed when we eventually display that we have the same warts as everybody else.” It makes me wonder, who’s the truly disabled person — the one with the disability or the people who only see the disability and not the person? I often forget to appreciate the privilege of my ableness, the ease of being able to get up on my own, dress myself, taste, hear, see — life at its most basic, and its most fullest. How quickly it can change! The past few weeks, I have been hobbling about in a boot, crutches and a knee scooter thanks to a fractured metatarsal bone in my left foot — don’t ask; I’m a klutz — and I am now painfully aware of, and humbled by, the loss of my ableness. The simple things I enjoy — playing on the beach with my dog, hiking, cycling — are gone. For now. It’s not permanent, thankfully, but something else could be one day. Then what? Being forced into in a wheelchair for life made Mill Valley’s Dr. Grace Dammann feel suicidal at first, after the trailblazing AIDs doctor survived a head-on collision on the Golden Gate Bridge that led to multiple surgeries and years of rehab. But what she told me before the Mill Valley Film Festival premiere of the 2014 documentary “States of Grace,” which details her story, and what she says by the film’s end, is a different story. The grace is in being alive and appreciating the impermanence of everything. “Nothing lasts forever, including great pain, great sorrow, great helplessness.” Or even great happiness. How true. As we exchange gifts this holiday season, those words are a gift each of us can treasure. Vicki Larson’s So It Goes runs every other week. Contact her at vlarson@marinij.com and follow her on Twitter at OMG Chronicles      
10 Dec 18
Lowmiller Consulting Group Blog

In the 1990s, William Barr, President Trump’s pick for attorney general, oversaw a program that sent some 12,000 Haitian asylum seekers to Guantanamo Bay, effectively creating what one detractor called “the world’s first HIV detention camp.” After operating for about 18 months, the detention system was forcibly ended by a judge in 1993, but Barr defended […]

10 Dec 18
Nathaniel's bloggggg

The Thousand Points of Light organization was created by President George H.W. Bush. The goal of the organization was too promote solutions to non private social issues. This mission is important because it helps build up small communities and help them move forward and grow. Anyone can perform such a small deed to become a […]

10 Dec 18
Thrive Global

At the recent funeral of former U.S. President George H.W. Bush, his good friend and former Canadian Prime Minister Brian Mulroney shared the story of a small, unobtrusive plaque outside of the Bush family’s estate at Kennebunkport, Maine. It simply said “CAVU” – and it had deep personal meaning to the former world leader. It […]

10 Dec 18
Radio Free

I breathe dead people. The words ran unfettered across the chalkboard of my mind as I drove the curves of Oregon Route 66 back down into Ashland. It had taken nearly a week for the haze to blow north into our valley from the horrific and devastating Camp Fire that was burning three hours south. […]