self manufactured in the celebrity like i m going to use social media i m going to use this twitter so you can all see the realness behind congress an the reality of everyday. she fails to see the reality in her own constituency. a woman was just choke so hard in central park that all of her neck bones were broken. she was just visiting from illinois, is that the kind of new york that she wants to represent so that tourist can some see her and see what it s really like? she has never talked about female victims. ever. to get you know what she remind me of, she reminds me of the radicals of the 70s who talked peace and love, but their actua beliefs were so fascist and so destructive. she managed to opt everybody this week. left got mad at her because she didn t have her pronounce pronouns in her instagram bio. they just added them and they are dip and leap.
some of them are open, which is one of the things that people are amazed, that the people left portals open when all this was going on, and you re going up and up and up, and it seems endless because the ship is huge. this was a floating palace. you can imagine the people walking up and down, taking in the sun, whatever, etc. we went down the side and captured the whole anchor. there is the name of the titanic on the anchor, we were able to see that. so this, sort of, nostalgic view, in a way, and also a tragic view. imagine seeing nothing and then, lights turn. on and you see an entire . skyscraper in front of you that s what it was like. there is no words to - encapsulate the feeling of it. seeing the scale of the titanic is what anchored me - into the realness of that - night, of the numbers of lives that were lost.
which is one of the things that people are amazed, that the people left portals open when all this was going on, and you re going up and up and up, and it seems endless. because the ship is huge. this was a floating palace. you can imagine the people walking up and down, taking in the sun, whatever, etc. we went down the side and captured the whole anchor. there is the name of the titanic on the anchor, we were able to see that. so this, sort of, nostalgic view, in a way, and also a tragic view. imagine seeing nothing and then, lights turn. on and you see - an entire skyscraper in front of you - that s what it was like. there is no words to - encapsulate the feeling of it. seeing the scale of the titanic is what anchored me - into the realness of that - night, of the numbers of lives that were lost. 0k! bottom time expired, return. then we finally started
this was a floating palace. you can imagine the people walking up and down, taking in the sun, whatever, etc. we went down the side and captured the whole anchor. there is the name of the titanic on the anchor, we were able to see that. so this, sort of, nostalgic view, in a way, and also a tragic view. imagine seeing nothing and then, lights turn. on and you see an entire . skyscraper in front of you that s what it was like. there is no words to - encapsulate the feeling of it. seeing the scale of the titanic is what anchored me - into the realness of that - night, of the numbers of lives that were lost. 0k! bottom time expired, return. then we finally started leaving the site. it was a sad moment for me
when you go to the bottom and you start slowly going up and you can see every portal some of them are open, which is one of the things that people are amazed, that the people left portals open when all this was going on, and you re going up and up and up, and it seems endless because the ship is huge. this was a floating palace. you can imagine the people walking up and down, taking in the sun, whatever, etc. we went down the side and captured the whole anchor. there is the name of the titanic on the anchor, we were able to see that. so this, sort of, nostalgic view, in a way, and also a tragic view. imagine seeing nothing and then, lights turn. on and you see an entire . skyscraper in front of you that s what it was like. there is no words to - encapsulate the feeling of it. seeing the scale of the titanic is what anchored me - into the realness of that - night, of the numbers of lives that were lost.