It starts in your own backyard
read more…: It starts in your own backyardWe walked into the gymnasium, grabbed our ballots, dodged a piece of tumbleweed, and voted in less than five minutes. This begs the question: Where was everyone?
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We walked into the gymnasium, grabbed our ballots, dodged a piece of tumbleweed, and voted in less than five minutes. This begs the question: Where was everyone?
Joe Kelly Levasseur embodies everything wrong with Manchester politics: a parasitic presence draining taxpayer dollars and bullying anyone standing in his way. As his house of cards collapses, he attempts to gaslight our city into believing his resignation as chairman of the board of mayor and aldermen represented some noble stand.
The question remains: Can we prioritize the well-being of our children, or will we allow influential figures and organizations to dictate our future and impose globalism? It is crucial that we set aside our minor disagreements to effectively confront the threat of globalism. True freedom is not free, and we must move beyond the left versus right narrative.
The Guinness Book is full of lunatics chasing immortality.
Men who dunk their heads for apples until their lungs give out. Women who crochet scarves so long they could strangle Rhode Island. One guy painted the same baseball eighteen thousand times until it ballooned into a yoga ball. Another piled up 8,226 Batman trinkets, because apparently Gotham didn’t need his help.
Residents of Manchester need to know about changes in the Governor’s Advisory Commission on Intermodal Transportation (GACIT) 10-year plan and voice their opinions through the upcoming/ongoing public hearing process.
This is in response to the recent Ink Link article “It Was Horrifying: Chester Family’s Scare Highlights Gap in NH’s Group Home System.” The article detailed a significantly developmentally-disabled man recently and unfortunately wandering from his Chester home and unexpectedly entering the home of a neighbor.
I almost feel like my mother must have felt 30 years ago when we had to put masking tape on the constantly flickering 12:00 clock display on her VCR.
Social media was aflame this week with sanctimonious posts from both sides of the political spectrum.
I was recently having a discussion with a friend regarding Jesus when their friend spoke up and said that they did not believe in all that “hocus pocus” religious stuff and that preachers just want money to live their lavish lifestyles while the rest of us try to make ends meet. They also added that so-called Christians are nothing but hypocrites who pretend to love each other on Sundays.
Housing has already become unaffordable, and now thousands are left hanging by a thread, unsure if they will have a place to call home tomorrow. These struggles cut across party, race, faith, and income, because the hardships of life spare no one. Humanity is shared, and so should be the responsibility to protect it.
My wife was communicating with angels.
NH citizens need to step up to fill open roles. If you know people in Manchester – ask them if they are in Wards 4, 5, 11 or 12 and suggest they and their friends sign up to be a poll worker. The same for Rochester Ward 5.
Fellow parents, have you noticed that some parts of Black history seem to be missing from your child’s education? It’s crucial that we take action and fill in the gaps left by traditional schooling.
Without direct support professionals and home providers, many disabled people would not be able to get out of bed, get dressed, feed themselves, or obtain basic necessities for survival.
Three Tales of Misplaced Royalty, Existential Pancakes, and the Queen of the Sunrise Café
Unless you’ve been living in a bomb shelter like Adam Webber in the 1999 cult favorite, Blast from the Past, you know that PFAS are bad. Bad for you, bad for the environment, bad at any level and cumulative in effect. Forever chemicals. Lingering in humans for years. And causing havoc.
There is a John Prine song titled “Summer’s End” that I listened to repeatedly this past Labor Day weekend. It’s a beautiful, haunting song, and also depressing as hell. But when I’m looking to wallow in self-pity, depressing songs are my magic elixir.
The following is a letter from State Representative Steven Kesseling (R-Manchester)
Our community is better with art. Manchester Citywide Arts Festival, which begins this Sunday with a kick-off event at the Currier, celebrates the thriving cultural heart of our hometown. The Currier is part of a vibrant creative landscape full of historic institutions and vibrant new galleries, dance studios and eclectic boutiques, shelves stocked with wares from local makers. Art – whatever the form – is a vital force for connection.
Three Tales of Misplaced Royalty, Existential Pancakes, and the Queen of the Sunrise Café