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Simon has been found dead, reportedly from "suicide." RIP to Simon and to all whistleblowers who have died too young. The truth about Lutnick will never die

guess the memo went out. take a look at this psyop

The Wall Street Journal Editorial Board tears apart Trump’s tariffs in a blistering editorial: “The President is right that his tariffs are at work—in destroying U.S. jobs and raising prices. The U.S. has lost some 75,000 manufacturing jobs since January 2025, including 25,900 in motor vehicle and parts production... there’s no question his tariffs are raising costs for U.S. manufacturers.…Mr. Trump and his advisers claim that foreigners pay his border taxes, but the evidence shows that U.S. companies, workers and consumers are picking up most of the tab. The Anderson Economic Group estimates that auto tariffs on Canada and Mexico alone added about $1,600 to the cost of each car made in the U.S. last year. While auto makers absorbed some of the Trump tariff costs, they also passed on a large share to customers…Call it the Trump tax.”

#BREAKING: MTG: “…I want to calm this out. This really irritates me. Republican Party is all campaigning against communism right now. What about @ElaineChao? Elaine Chao flew to China and met with the Vice President just a few days after #MitchMcConnell practically died…so when are we gonna call out a possible communist Chinese spy right there?”  TMZ: “You are calling his wife a possible Chinese spy?” MTG: “Yes. Yes. Yes. 100%…” 😳

Trump: Americans have won the most Olympic medals of any country in the world by far, the most Nobel Prizes. Well, they haven't given me one. I settled 8 wars and I still haven’t gotten it.

Someone is leaking the SCOTUS decisions to the WH before they're released to the public. There's a reason we have the Postmaster General suddenly talking about post marks and how mail might be delayed before it's post marked. You mark my words. We are going to see mail held up and not post marked, until after the election in key races. They have already worked out how to cheat this decision. Do not drop your vote in a pickup box. Take it into the post office wait in line and make them post mark it in front of you.

NEW: A retired Brooklyn priest who befriended Donald Trump is alleged to have taken money from a convicted $1.6 billion fraudster to lobby the president for his release. Days after the commutation came through, Trump's Justice Department quietly shut down the federal probe into the priest. thelettersfromleo.com/p/broo…

.@JamesTalarico: There's been a lot of talk in this race about what it means to be a real man. Recently on the campaign trail I told the story of my adoptive dad, Mark Talarico. Every Saturday morning, he would mow our lawn, and then without anyone asking him to, he would go next door and mow our neighbor's lawn because she was a widow. My dad never talked about it — he just did it, because that's what a man does. A man takes responsibility, upholds his commitments to his family and his neighbors, and does what's right, even when no one is watching. Here's what real men don't do. They don't lie and cheat their way through life, sell their soul to the highest bidder, or steal from other people in order to enrich themselves. Real men serve others. Weak men serve themselves. I welcome this debate about what it means to be a man, and I don't think Ken Paxton or Ted Cruz are in a position to tell anybody what a real man is.

A UFC cage. A Tesla showroom. A gold-encrusted ballroom. Trump has been busy turning the White House front lawn into his billionaire playground. What has he done for American families?

Funny how these ‘patriotic Christians’ never seem to follow this part of the Bible. Leviticus 19:33–34.

How private equity gutted local malls: Joann Fabrics, Red Lobster, Claire's, and more.

Thomas Massie: “The force of the whole swamp has come down on me.” “It’s three billionaires.” “They’re hedge fund managers and gambling magnates.” “They’re upset that I’ve never voted for foreign aid.” “Particularly foreign aid to Israel.” “And they’re upset that I vote against the wars.” “These billionaires are funding a super PAC called MAGA Kentucky.” “They are not MAGA, and they have never been to Kentucky.” “There will be $6 million spent this week on TV and radio and mail.” “Fox News, they’ve got a monopoly on the screens in a lot of Republican houses, particularly people between the ages of 65 and 75.” “For the last 18 months, they’ve not invited me on a single show.” “They have blacklisted me.” “I can’t get on TVs in the living rooms of the people that vote in this election unless I can buy TV ads.” @RepThomasMassie @MassieforKY

Retweet and pass it on: Follow Democrat @ElaineLuria and flip this seat from Racist to Blue.

This paint job—if you can call it that—is costing you $7 million, America, because Trump gave a no-bid contract to a pal This would have been Exhibit A of the sort of shit DOGE was actually *supposed* to be looking for when it was instead cutting lifesaving scientific research

Gas is $4.56 a gallon Let's check in on what the president is working on today:

Mark Levin abruptly cuts to a commercial break after telling Joe Kent to “talk more slowly” and focus on “one point at a time.” JOE KENT: “Secretary Rubio said there was no imminent threat coming from Iran against the Americans.” MARK LEVIN: “He corrected that.” JOE KENT: “There was an imminent threat coming from the Israelis, who were going to attack [Iran].” MARK LEVIN: “Hold on, hold on. We’re going to do it honestly. One point at a time.” JOE KENT: “The Iranians had observed an escalation ladder. They hadn’t attacked us under President Trump.” MARK LEVIN: “Can you do me a favor, and I don’t mean to be rude. Can you talk a little more slowly? I’m having trouble hearing. Take your time. Go ahead.” JOE KENT: “Sure. When President Trump came into office, the Iranians knew that President Trump wanted to get a deal.” “They observed the escalatory ladder very carefully.” “They stopped having our proxies attack us like they were attacking us under the Biden administration.” “And they got to the negotiating table with us about the nuclear agenda.” “When the 12 Day War kicked off, and the Israelis started that, the Iranians still didn’t attack us.” MARK LEVIN: “We have to take a break.”

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

“If Kamala wins, only death and destruction await because she is the candidate of endless wars. I am the candidate of peace. I am peace.” - Trump, 11/1/24 “I’m not going to start a war, I’m going to stop wars.” - Trump, 11/5/24