A mainstay of the Hollywood glitterati, Barbra Streisand recently went too far in her online defense of Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis, claiming that Willis was the victim of a conservative scheme to use her private life to discredit her public one.
The singer and actress claimed in a post on X that Willis is only guilty of desiring a personal connection with Nathan Wade, the assistant attorney she employed to look into Trump and the other eighteen defendants they have accused with racketeering in connection with Georgia’s 2020 election outcomes.
“How absurd it is for the Republicans to want to fire Fani Willis. For what purpose? Believing that a woman cannot lead a private life in addition to a career? Men engage in it frequently! How absurd is this situation? said Streisand on Monday.
“Trump and his supporters are assaulting Willis, the DA, who is bringing charges against him for trying to thwart Georgia’s electorate’s decision. She is close to one of the prosecutors in private. The case’s facts and Trump’s blatant attempt to force the Secretary of State to “find” additional votes for him and present fictitious electors to Congress have nothing to do with this. It’s just another one of Trump’s distractions,” she continued.
My Fоstеr Dаd Gаvе Mе Оnе Dоllаr оn My 5th Вirthdаy – Yеаrs Lаtеr It Rаdiсаlly Сhаngеd My Lifе Whеn I Wаs аt My Lоwеst
As a homeless kid, a single birthday gift—a crumpled dollar bill—transformed my life. I was taken in by foster parents Steve and Linda, who had eight other Black foster kids. They treated us likе their own, and Steve always made me feel special. He’d say, “Dylan, you’re just as good as anyone else.”
On my fifth birthday, my biological parents took me away, and Steve handed me a dollar bill, saying, “There’s a special message for you written on this bill. Never lose it.” Two years later, my biological parents аbаndоned me in a park.
At seven, alone and scared, I promised myself, “No more orphanages. You’re going to make it on your own.” I lived on the streets, learning to read and write from a homeless man named Jacob. He’d say, “Dylan, you’ve got to learn this. It’s your way out of here.”
Years later, I found the dollar bill again and read Steve’s message: “You are my son and always will be… With it, you will succeed, but you have to believe in yourself!” This reignited my spark.
I worked tirelessly until an elderly man, Mr. Brown, offered me a job. His mentorship led me to success, and I returned to my foster parents, showing Steve the dollar bill. He smiled and said, “Maybe it’s not the dollar but you?” Through resilience and belief, I made it.
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