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"Shea said the man 'appears' to be a Michigan resident, but when asked if he could specify the area the suspect was from, Shea said he would 'rather not comment.'" --- Dearborn? Hamtramck? Obviously Amish.

It's time for our Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THE OUTHOUSE PROBLEM Ma and Pa were two old folks living on a farm up in the hills. Pa found out that the hole under their outhouse was full. He told Ma that he didn't know how to empty the hole. Ma said, "Why don't you go ask the youngun down the road? He must be smart 'cause he's a college gradjyate." Pa drove to the neighbor's house and asked him, "Mr. College Gradjyate, my outhouse hole is full, and I don't know what to do to empty it." The young man said, "Get yourself two sticks of dynamite, one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse. Put them both under the outhouse and light them both at the same time. The first one will go off and shoot the outhouse in the air. While it's in the air, the second one will go off and spread the poop all across your farm, fertilizing your ground. The outhouse should then come back down on the same spot atop the now-empty hole." Pa thanked the neighbor, then bought two sticks of dynamite, one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse. He went home and put them under the outhouse. He lit them and ran behind a tree. All of a sudden, Ma ran out of the house and into the outhouse. Boom! The first stick of dynamite exploded, shooting the outhouse into the air. Boom! The second stick of dynamite exploded, spreading poop all over the farm. Then, WHAM! The outhouse came crashing back down atop the hole. Pa raced to the outhouse, threw open the door, and asked, "Ma, are you all right?" As Ma pulled up her panties, she said, "Yeah, but I'm sure glad I didn't fart in the kitchen!"

Biden Excited to See What Autopen Comes Up With For His Memoir GREENVILLE, DE — Former President Joe Biden expressed great interest and enthusiasm in his upcoming memoir, adding that he's quite eager to see what the autopen comes up with for it. "That autopen and I go way back, fat," Biden said. "It's always coming up with something creative. I'm on the edge of my seat with... with... on the... I'm... it'll be something." [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/biden-excited-to-see-what-autopen-comes-up-with-for-his-memoir

The author is a former Federal prosecutor who writes brilliantly. To me, this is the best analysis of all the speculative pieces so far regarding Butler. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Butler Probabilities: Were the Secret Service's series of errors intentional? [...] Trump had to be stopped at all costs. But how would that be done? Trump's opponents had tried to impeach and remove him from office, bankrupt him through bogus civil litigation, and imprison him for life through equally bogus criminal prosecutions. But by the time of the Butler rally, despite all of those efforts, Trump remained on track to win the election. So what was left? The answer to that question may be found in the recently released report of the General Accountability Office (GAO) to the Chairman of the Senate Committee on the Judiciary, and the report of the Senate Committee on Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs (HSGAC), which deal with the protection afforded Trump during his candidacy. These parallel reports set forth a detailed narrative of official mismanagement, disorder, incompetence, and inexplicable failures that converged to afford Crooks the clear and readily preventable opportunity to murder Trump. [...] https://spectator.org/the-butler-probabilities/

Well, it's an interesting observational study (that needs a control group, a far larger study group, and Institutional Review Board approval).

Complicated circumstances, yes. Other factors involve lack of inclination, organizational skills, or time to complete the I-130 petition and associated forms. The most crucial skills are to read accurately, interpret literally, and answer/respond completely & honestly, and to be a dedicated student of the entire legal-immigration process. Assistance exists between "do it yourself" and "hire a lawyer." See the "Ask a Pro" tab above any VJ page and drop down to "VJ Partners." One assistance firm in particular has a stellar reputation.

Scintillating Saturday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Saturday report, see man: Miu was highly motivated to be served miu-breakfast but then became quiescent, satiated miu man. We ran Many (2+2+1) errands before going to Mama T-B.'s old casa, including man: -- drop Many (2+1) bags of clothes at one donation place, donate we man -- drop 2 bags of clothes at second donation place, re-donate we man -- collect more boxes from hardware store, go out for boxing we man -- visit Post Office, go postal we man -- retrieve Uncle T-B.'s Rx, retrieve we man Free lunch was chicken piccata, green bean salad, spinach, dinner roll, and sugared pound cake, ingest we man. Minor drama occurred between us and some South Asianettes, but small purchase was con$ummated, $i man. Another small purchase was con$ummated much more straightforwardly, $i man. A couple of potentially larger purchases fell through, man. We spent more time trying to enable Mama T-B. to select clothes, see Thrilling Friday-on-Saturday report man. We finally managed to extract what she wanted, Many fotos e-mailed and discussed man. We started getting irked but then put ourself in her shoes, big sigh man. Even if she never gets a chance to wear them again (which is likely, sigh man), we have them for her, si man. Mama T-B. then gave us the green light to out-clear the #2 closet of clothes, now partially completed man. There's some stylish stuff from years past in there, note we man. We remember Mama T-B.'s having worn some items, dim but remembered man. We had to focus on approaching the job clinically and not emotionally, periodic lump-throated we man. We stuffed Many (2+1) more lawn/leaf bags with clothes, more to go man. We found a Many'rd donation place very nearby, save us a longer drive man. We delivered Uncle T-B.'s Rx, his casa at least Many00 degrees inside man. Din-din was Subway*, ingested back in Mama T-B.'s old crib we man. *WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man We then focused on clearing floor paths for Sunday's move-furnituring, to be helped by Ecu handyman man. We threw out Many hangers and took even more back to our casa for recycling, responsible we man. Got back to casa before dark, imagine that man. Miu demanded the following, see man: -- din-din, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man -- miu-treats, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man -- usual afternoon serving of kibble, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man -- thorough brushing, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man -- play, Why Weren't You Here Earlier Daddy man Miu got the first item first and the others after our shower, out-pitted we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Early Sunday caucus with Ecu handyman (EH) for the following, see man: -- move furniture down to purchasers, dismantle/reassemble EH man. -- take down window & shower curtains, purchaser for the former man -- perhaps wrap & box some heavy kitchen items, unsure whether or how much we man -- transport boxes back to our casa & carry upstairs, strong EH man -- estimate whether Mama T-B.'s remaining office desk will fit in Mini-B.'s old room, estimate EH man -- probably other stuff that we will forget all about until EH is gone, preemptive man. We then return to Mama T-B.'s casa for a small sale and to host another potential purchaser, return we man. Try to bag more clothes/items for donation, unsure of timing/stamina we man. Find time/energy for usual Sunday chores, we can't continue like this for much longer man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

A big help will be to do this: Shop for a lawyer who can draft wills, medical & financial powers of attorney, and similar estate documents. These make superlative evidence for ROC, and they're even more crucial to have in "life." Remember that if you move from one U.S. state to another, your will may need to be redone.

Absolutely wonderful. All the pain is replaced by well-deserved euphoria.

This is a cool and fun thread!

You're fine! We do this all the time. Your country-specific thread will get more informed and concentrated advice here in the Regional forum.

Yee-HAAAAA! Really happy for you. And how satisfying for you to update your VJ timeline for the final time, huh?

Just in case, see if anything is helpful in the latter half of the opening post here:

If mom-in-law changes her mind, she can always befriend someone on the plane who can act as her supporter and informal advisor. Keep that in mind for next time, which I hope happens.

Thrilling Friday-on-Saturday non-ES report, see man: Miu was so quiescent that she didn't even leave her miu-tower for miu-breakfast, quiescent miu man. We wanted to laze like her, cloudy rainy weather man. We considered but skipped a second ES within range of the first, good choice man. We passed a decent Mexican restaurant on the way back and considered stopping but didn't, si and no man. This was in view of prospective free lunch, financially savvy we man. Free lunch was baked whitefish (overspiced), ham/lentil soup, something we forgot, a weird pasta that looked like white lentils, and (again) sugar-free vanilla pudding, ingest we man. It was well below average but free, justify financially savvy we man man. Didn't sell anything, man. Did get offer for the cheapest thing listed, consummate probably on Sunday man. Took fotos of kitchen stuff et al. to post, see below man. Busied self out-cleaning kitchen cabinets/drawers, quite a contrast man. Cabinets were straightforward enough except for too many plastic containers, conclude we man. Drawers were filled with long-expired candy & medicine, some Many (2x2x2 +2) years old man. They were also filled with even more neatly folded supermarket bags, how many is enough man. We found pill bottles filled with coins, as yet untallied man. We filled almost an entire lawn/leaf bag with kitchen garbage, staggering man. During this time, Mama T-B. phoned to ream us about falling behind on vacating by month-end, man. We told her that part of this was her not green-lighting disposal of her closeted clothes, si man. Mama T-B. said it was because we're colorblind and can't pick out what she wants to keep, si man. We said that she shouldn't have passed Grandpa T-B.'s colorblindness gene on to us, so there man. Mama T-B. then tried to tell us which Many (2+2) items to save from one closet rack, egad man. This was a predictable disaster, si and man. First she wanted something "light green," good luck with that man. Then she wanted something "lavender," what the dickens is that man. She told us to pull the potential items from the racks and foto them, confirmation man. By process of elimination, we managed to pull the "green" item correctly, not that color at ALL man. The "lavender" item took Many (2+2) -- si man, Many (2+2) -- attempts, man. We argued that the supposedly "lavender" item was really light blue, we man. We told her that if she'd called it light blue initially, we'd have picked it initially, we man. We again raised the true point that all this was her fault for passing along Grandpa T-B.'s gene, si man. It then took Many (2+1) -- si man, Many (2+1) -- attempts to gain Mama T-B.'s clearance to donate everything else on that one closet rack, man. It filled Many (2+2+1) -- si man, Many (2+2+1) -- lawn/leaf bags, many coats sweaters dusters man. It took 2 trips with the flatbed dolly to get the Many bags to the T-B.-mobile, si man. During this time, Uncle T-B. called, had Rx to be picked up man. We told him that we were too spent to do it until the weekend, truthfully exhausted we man. Uncle T-B. was understanding, not one more thing we could do we man. Returned to casa at sunset, of course no lights left on inside man. Indignantly frantic miu accosted us, Where Were You All Day and Where's My Lunch Daddy man. We serviced miu, mollify miu we man. We showered, praise the Great Sky-Chimp for the relief man. Din-din (at Many [2x2x2 +1] p.m.) was Modified Tuna Glop, ingest we man. Posted new listings online, post we man. Got 2 nibbles right away, bodes well man. Miu then demanded games of feather-roller and Dangly Pole, awake miu man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. On Saturday, we must make donation-drops at 2 different outlets, don't activate IRS form Many2ManyMany we man. We must procure more boxes from hardware store, desperately under-boxed we man. Then we must send Mama T-B. fotos of all other closet racks, looking forward to THAT we man. Must entertain prospective buyers, hopeful we man. Must up-clean, tangled hangers strewn everywhere and kitchen detritus a disaster man. We will never get this all done by July Many'st, no man. Mama T-B. will Many00% go Many00% aysheep, more certain than death and taxes man. Someone please shoot us NOW, increasingly necessary man. And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.

Friday ES report, see man: We kept our streak alive by attending the nearest (very remote) ES, see the take man: -- 2 ~full boxes Kleenex, half-bottle Vitamin D = $Many ($2+2+2), OK man Total = $Many ($2+2+2)

LPoP and unread, no see we or anyone man.

Nathan, welcome to the forum! See this thread for your possible interest: http://www.visajourney.com/forums/topic/562879-cbp-at-tsa-airport-checkpoints-why-theyre-there-how-best-to-handle/#entry7784682

Thread is moved from the CR-1 Process forum to the Mexico/Latin/South America regional forum, to be among other threads regarding Cd. Juarez.

Thread is moved from the K-3 Process forum to the CR-1 Process forum.

This, by the very best investigative reporter out there, is gripping and revealing reading. Hoo, brother, but is Brennan hosed! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How Obama Admin Turned 'Unverifiable' Report Into Russiagate Dynamite The Obama intelligence community's claim that Russian President Vladimir Putin authorized dirty tricks to try and help Donald Trump win the 2016 election was based on "one scant, unclear and unverifiable fragment of a sentence from one of the substandard [intelligence] reports," according to a just-declassified report that had been locked away in a CIA vault. Nevertheless, former CIA Director John Brennan ordered agency analysts to use the claim in the Intelligence Community Assessment issued during the Obama administration's final days – even though the ICA itself noted that how the information on Putin's plans was obtained was "not explicitly clear." A 46-page report by the House of Representatives released Wednesday found that the source of the claim about Putin – reportedly a Russian defector living in Northern Virginia described as "anti-Trump" – merely speculated to Brennan about something he had been told by somebody else: namely, that Putin was "counting on" Trump winning. [...] https://www.realclearinvestigations.com/articles/2025/07/24/how_obama_admin_turned_unverifiable_report_into_russiagate_dynamite_1124640.html

This transcript does sound smoking, huh? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Matt Taibbi: The Smoking Gun That Indicts Obama Is the December 10, 2016 Story In The NY Times And Washington Post Megyn Kelly and Matt Taibbi look at the documents released by Director of National Intelligence Tulsi Gabbard that President Trump says implicate President Obama in "treason." [...] https://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2025/07/23/matt_taibbi_the_smoking_guns_that_indict_obama_are_the_december_10_2016_stories_in_the_ny_times_and_washington_post.html

Thrilling Thursday-on-Friday report, see man: We awoke prematurely yet again, man. Miu was normally demanding, yesterday an extreme man. Free lunch was beef taco salad on a shell, salad, and sugar-free vanilla pudding, ingest we man. CBJC (Cute Bistro Junior Chica) served us, really cute JC man. We gave her one of our business cards and briefly explained the POTS* business, interested JC man. *buy yours today, si man! No action or requests for most of the day, weird man. We were slightly worried, uneasy we man. We ran errands, see man: -- deposit $Many into Mama T-B.'s account, get it out of our pocket man -- detour to casa to check NextDoor & Craigslist e-mails, none man -- return Many (2+2) NIP items to supermarket for store credit, regain $Many ($2x2x2x2x2 +2+2+2) man -- drop donation box of odds/ends, drop we man -- collect more big/strong boxes from hardware store, specially saved for us man Got back to Mama T-B.'s old casa and off-cooled, nearly Many00 degrees F. outside man. Started getting sleepy, off-doze we man. Then the texts started coming in, one after the other man. We answered questions about remaining items, si man. Lady across town who wanted the warsher said she could scare up a truck by evening, eager she man. She predicted arrival at half-past Many (2+2+2+1) p.m., long day for us man. Free din-din was carved pork, mashed potatoes, and mac/cheese, ingest we man. Good carver dude gave us a whole extra thick slice of pork, sometimes it's WHO you know man. CBJC served us the glopfuls of the other stuff, capable JC she man. She smiled at us and looked radiant, weak-in-knees we man. We learned that she too does not consume vegetables willingly, another strong point in CBJC's favor man. At Many (2+2+1) p.m., we got a text from a grandmother interested in the warsher/dryer, si man. Granddaughter was getting her first apartment, Many (2x2x2x2 +2) years old she man. We explained the potential sale of the warsher, explain we man. Grandmother was interested only in the pair and wanted to see them, si man. We said that if she got here and paid before Many (2+2+2+1) p.m., they were hers, si man. Grandmother went into adrenaline mode, hyper senior she man. She scared up her son with pickup truck & dolly, scare she man. She, son, & daughter-in-law arrived before Many (2+2+2) p.m., efficient organization man. They took one look at the warsher/dryer and declared them perfect, glee we man. They were surprised and pleased that all hoses were included, well why wouldn't we include them man. Grandmother paid us, $i man. We watched the mom/dad take out the units, watch we man. We had a nice conversation with Grandmother and walked her out, really sweet lady man. We then got a text from lady across town, wondering about status, sigh man. We cooked up a white lie and said that we'd been bullied into the sale, plausible to us at least man. Lady responded with I-saw-through-you displeasure, sigh man. We tried to apologize, sigh man. We are torn between "we broke our promise" and "business is business," feedback solicited man. Answered more texts about more items, nonstop all evening man. Returned to our casa before sunset, exhausted we man. Was called by Mama T-B., update ordered by senior she man of we man man. Mama T-B. was amazed at how much we'd gotten from the above sale, amaze we man senior she man man. "Didn't you tell them about that rust spot, huh man?" grilled senior she man we man man. "What rust spot, huh man?" queried we man of senior she man man. Mama T-B. went into a tirade about Truth In Advertising, man. Mama T-B. then gave us details about the remaining furniture, helpful man. She reminded us exhaustively that we have less than a week to vacate her casa, siiiiiii man. She again refused to give us permission to get rid of her clothes in both closets, man. We are unsure of what action will occur on Friday, sigh man. Worse is that there are precisely zero ESs anywhere convenient to us, sigh man. We have itineraried 2, way out of the way man. There is one semi-nearer MS on Saturday, not sure we want to chance waiting if it's rained out man. This is a quandary, duty over years-long consecutive weekly streak man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

We can't trust hyskoolers, not reliable man. We don't know of any, either, no man. We've been inspired to, but it would hurt her fizzicly, sigh mam ma'am. She would also yell at us to not spill her water cups, yelled-at-enough we man. No cavorting with rubias and therefore no hugs, no and no mam ma'am. We should really begin drinking immediately & heavily, conjecture we man. But gracias for your support and good thinking, si mam ma'am.

Thank you for your update, compliments on your persistence, and congratulations on your result.