motorcades

Every Trump diss in The Bold Type 1x09
  • “how many times does trump have to come back here? doesn’t he live somewhere else now?”
  • “on account of THAT MAN.”
  • “an evisceration of this administration’s immigration policy… the president really has things screwed up here.”
  • massive groups of protesters outside yelling “deport trump! deport trump!”
  • “because…?” [sardonically] “trump.” “so..vodka?”
  • “aces trump jacks. drink.” “you just said the no-no word. take a drink.”
  • “alex said he saw a small orange blur.” “i said i thought i saw the motorcade.” “same thing.”
  • jacqueline trying to convince the restaurant owner to kick trump out. “we all need to get on with our lives.”
  • “number 45″
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“There’d been the biggest motorcade from the airport. Hot. Wild. Like Mexico and Vienna. The sun was so strong in our faces. I couldn’t put on sunglasses…Then we saw this tunnel ahead, I thought it would be cool in the tunnel, I thought if you were on the left the sun wouldn’t get into your eyes…”

— Jackie Kennedy recalls November 22, 1963 in the “Camelot” interview with Theodore H. White for Life Magazine, November 29, 1963.
Like, I feel horribly for the woman who got fired for flipping off  Donald Trump’s motorcade. But, honestly, at one job interview, this anecdote will prove incredibly useful for her.

“Why did you leave your last job?”

“I was sacked because I gave President Donald Trump the finger as he sat in his limousine.”

*pause*

“So, how soon can you start?” 

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Okay, so here you go!  This is for the Anon who was having a rough time of it like a month or so ago, and I said I’d write this, then got started and couldn’t get it to go anywhere.  It just…sucked.  I don’t know.  I’ve tried to clean it up some, so hopefully, it is fun and will lift Anon’s spirits if they are still out there.  I didn’t forget.  I just had a hard time with this one, so I hope it is remotely close to what you were hoping for.  Anyway, enjoy!  Thanks everyone.  

Summary:  Tony and Rhodey end up in jail because they were protesting Trump.  Steve is very displeased by this. Or, the “No One Puts Baby in Cell” Edition. 

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President John F Kennedy, First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy, Texas Governor John Connally, and First Lady of Texas Nellie Brill Connally riding through Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963 before President John F Kennedy was assassinated.  

usatoday.com
Middle schooler confessed to throwing block of wood at Trump's motorcade, Palm Beach police say
The middle schooler implicated four other students in the incident, Palm Beach police say

A middle schooler faces charges after throwing a block of wood at President Trump’s motorcade Friday afternoon in Palm Beach, Fla., police say.

The child confessed to throwing a small block of wood at the motorcade as it headed down Southern Boulevard shortly before 2 p.m., according to a statement from the Palm Beach Police Department, who is working with the Secret Service on the investigation. The child implicated four other students in the incident.

Police received a report Friday that Trump’s motorcade “had been struck by what was believed to be a small hard object,” according to the statement. He was passing through Palm Beach on his way to his Mar-a-Lago resort nearby, where he spent part of the weekend.

No injuries or major damages were reported.

Police said charges will be filed with the Palm Beach County States Attorney’s Office.

this is so disturbing, why is a child fucking facing charges for throwing a piece of wood at a car

In the five decades since graphic footage of the JFK assassination splattered its way onto our television screens, said footage has been played, enhanced, replayed, zoomed in upon, and declared “FAKE!” by everyone from Oliver Stone to your dumbass college roommate. As such, you probably think there’s no gruesome detail of that fateful day with which you’re unfamiliar, and to that we emphatically say, “No, you are wrong. Unless you have heard of it, in which case you are some kind of macabre history buff, and are still wrong, albeit in a more general sense.”

The most distressing detail of the footage – other than the exploding skull – is the outward anguish of Jackie Kennedy, who in just seconds transforms from a poised First Lady into a blood-drenched widow. What you probably haven’t heard was her insistence on staying that way.

Hours after the assassination, Jackie arrived on Air Force One for the emergency swearing-in of her husband’s vice president Lyndon Baines Johnson – still wearing her watermelon-pink suit from the motorcade, filthy with her husband’s blood and brain matter. She had repeatedly shot down her aides’ pleas to change with, “No, I’m going to leave these clothes on. I want them to see what they have done.”

6 Dark Details History Usually Leaves Out (For Good Reason)

anonymous asked:

yo i haven't seen pd2 in like YEARS but yuuri and victor in your little drabble had me weak and i don't even know what kinda factor they play in the movie or if there's anything else you can give us but i'd love to see more of them because. yes @ them being all over each other in front of everyone when people have shit to do, i.e. important ruling a kingdom stuff

well, the dynamic between the queen and joe in the movies (can’t say much about the books bc it’s been years since i read one of them lmao) is that they’ve got a will they won’t they tension going on and literally the entire damn country ships them (the friggin bishop or…. whatever religious leader officiating the wedding was like “finally” when they did get married in pd2 lolol) and yea that’s probably what i’d be going for. but with a couple tweaks since a lot of details have been shifted around in this au to make it work better with the yoi cast lol


Viktor’s never seen anyone as stoic as Mr Katsuki before in his life. He runs a tight ship, getting all the other security officers into line and smartly suited up. He obsessively goes over every possible breach or flaw at every venue, even drawing up blueprints and maps of the buildings Viktor sets foot in just so he knows the weaknesses of each wall, the locations of each ventilation shaft. He knows the precise details of Viktor’s schedule down to the minute, coordinating with Lilia, his chief advisor and assistant, until everything around the King seems to flow like clockwork, the well-oiled cogs of a machine designed to protect his every step.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks Mr Katsuki once, a couple months into his tenure as chief of security, and Mr Katsuki only smiles a tight, brittle smile that doesn’t reach his calculating yet sparkling eyes.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were hurt, Your Majesty,” he replies.

Viktor laughs at just how earnestly serious the man looks. “My life is in your hands already, Mr Katsuki. You might as well call me Viktor.”

There’s a little chink in Mr Katsuki’s armour at that when his cheeks flush visibly pink. “I don’t know if I could, Your Majesty,” he says, his voice quiet, soft, and Viktor immediately realises he’d do anything to see this sort of expression on the man’s face again.

Mr Katsuki is a reassuring shadow at his side, watchful yet protective. Viktor values his work and dedication. Admires his bravery and honour.

But he doesn’t fall in love, though, until one fateful afternoon when he’s leaving his motorcade and a gunman opens fire, and Mr Katsuki is on him in an instant, tackling him onto the asphalt and shielding him with his body. As his heartbeat rings loudly in his ears, Viktor looks up into the wide-eyed expression on his chief of security’s face, and realises that the man is genuinely terrified of losing him.

“Yuuri,” he breathes, reaching up for him. The light haloes Mr Katsuki, making him almost angelic. The noise and commotion fade away with each blink of Mr Katsuki’s long lashes, and then the world fades to white.

When Viktor wakes up, he is in a hospital bed, and Mr Katsuki – Yuuri – has fallen asleep with his fingers inches from Viktor’s own. 

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A Reuters photographer captured a man kneeling by the roadside in Indianapolis, where Trump traveled this week. A man kneels with a folded U.S. flag as the POTUS motorcade passes him in Indianapolis. (Photo: Reuters/Jonathan Ernst). Powerful photography.