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Good morning. The majority of Americans are starting to reject the progressivism of the past few years.
They’re saying no to biological males competing against biological women in sports, to teachers pushing transgenderism in schools, and to doctors transitioning children with sex changes.
But the Biden administration isn’t budging. They made transgenderism a priority since day one — and are now punishing a doctor who exposed what was going on in his hospital.
date-me doc [ deyt mee dok ]
A date me doc is a document listing someone’s personal information and relationship preferences. The document is posted online in the hopes of attracting romantic partners.
A date me doc most often takes the form of a public Google Docs file, but it may also exist as a PDF, web page, or a text document on a filesharing website.
Typically, a date me doc contains the information a person would normally list on their profile on a dating app or website. That can include personal information, such as age and sexual orientation, and details on what they are seeking in a romantic partner. Date me docs also often include other personal details, opinions, beliefs, and a wide variety of other information a person wants to share. Date me docs do not have the text limits that dating app profiles have, so they tend to be longer and more detailed.
The exact appearance of a date me doc will vary depending on the creator. While they are often simple text files, they may also be detailed web pages or PDFs with illustrations.
Usually, a person will share their date me doc through social media or other online methods, such as a filesharing website or online database.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars—alights,
And is lost in balms
Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars—alights,
And is lost in balms
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I have reached that point of the circuit
where the horizon, when the sun sets,
gives birth to the twin-ruled heavens,
and Love’s planet is remote from us,
because of the bright rays crossing her
slantwise, making of themselves a veil:
while the planet that solaces the frost
shows itself fully from the great arch
in which the Seven cast little shadow:
and yet not one of all the thoughts of love
with which I’m burdened, eases my mind
that seems so much harder than a stone,
gripped firmly by such images of stone.
Lifted high from Ethiopian sands,
those wandering winds that stir the air,
warmed now by the sun’s bright sphere;
cross the waves, carrying in their wake,
such deep fog, which, if nothing clears,
shuts in and darkens all this hemisphere;
and then dissolves, falls in white flakes
of freezing snow and a noxious sleet,
with which the air saddened weeps:
yet Love, who furls his net on high,
because of the power of the winds,
quits me not; such is the lovely lady,
the cruel one, he grants me for my lady.
Some birds chase the warmth, and flee
from European lands that never fail
to see the Seven ever-frozen stars;
the voices of the rest have fallen silent,
not to sing again until green spring,
unless some harshness makes them cry;
and all the creatures carefree by nature,
are freed of love, because their spirits
are wholly deadened by the wintry cold:
yet I feel love within me more than ever,
for those sweet thoughts are neither taken
from me, nor given me for lengths of time,
my lady grants to one with little time.
Leaves the power of the Ram engendered,
to adorn the world, fulfil their hour,
all the grass is dead, and all the green
the foliage of all the trees lost to us,
unless in laurel, in the pines or firs,
or frozen in some other evergreen;
so fierce and bitter is the season,
it kills all the flowers of the field,
that cannot tolerate the biting frost:
yet Love does not intend to draw
this cruel thorn from out my heart;
which I determine to bear forever
as long as I live, were that forever.
The streams run with smoke-laden water,
because of vapours deep underground,
that rise on high from the buried chasms;
so the path that pleased me on fine days
has turned into a river, and so will run
as long as winter’s dire assault shall last;
the earth is floored now as with enamel,
and the dull water changed to glass,
by cold air that seals it from without:
yet I’ve not deviated by a single step
from this war of mine, nor wish I to,
for if anguish is a kind of sweetness,
death must exceed every other sweetness.
Song, what will become of me, now,
in the sweet new season, in which love
rains down on earth from the whole sky.
if love lives on in me alone, despite
this frost, and yet is nowhere else alive?
Surely I will become a man of marble,
if this girl keeps within a heart of marble.
