Woke Native Texan, Liberal Democrat, Widower, Orlando resident, Lamar U. grad, retired civil engineer. Doggie Dad to two senior shelter chihuahua mixes.
Good god this is a crazy interview. Listen as Scott Pelley describes how Bari Weiss wanted journalists at CBS to cover the killing of Renee Good in Minnesota. This is why we can’t have oligarchs running our news outlets, this is absolutely devastating.
When Donald Trump heard Robert Mueller had died he posted “Good, I’m glad he’s dead”
When Donald Trump heard Robert Reiner had been brutally murdered along with his wife in his own home…
Trump said “I bet he died because he had Trump Derangement Syndrome”
When Donald Trump heard Paul Pelosi had been savagely attacked with a hammer, his skull fractured and almost died…
Trump got on stage, mocked the attack and everyone laughed.
Donald Trump accused 5 Congressional Democrats of Treason…
Trump said they should be “Put to Dearth”
Donald Trump accused his hand picked Chairman of the Joint Chiefs General Mark Milley of treason…
Trump said General Milley should be executed.
Trump encouraged his followers to attack the Capitol on January 6th and overturn the election results.
His supporters attacked the Capitol, built a Gallow and looked to execute Mike Pence and Nancy Pelosi.
Trump stood by for 186 Minutes and let the violence ensue.
Hundreds of Capitol Police Officers were injured.
4 Capitol Police Officers Died.
Trump has encouraged his supporters to “Knock the hell out of them” referencing protestors at his rallies.
Trump even stated he pay their legal fees.
This is the same motherfucker calling for the firing of Jimmy Kimmel because of a comedy skit.
The same motherfucker who just had James Comey arrested for posting a meme on Twitter.
If anyone needs to tone down the rhetoric.
It’s this piece of shit.
They made fun of Paul Pelosi being attacked by a guy with a hammer.
They mocked that Rob Reiner was murdered by his son.
Trump said he was glad Robert Mueller died.
…and we’re the hateful ones.
This woman has seen the videos of young girls being r*ped and s*xually assaulted.
This woman has seen the faces of the victims,
And their abusers.
This woman has read thousands of documents identifying the victims and abusers by name.
Yet she’s done nothing.
This is the face of a soulless fucking ghoul.
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
@UberEats My lunch order was delivered to the wrong address, and the chat rep denied a refund, he said that since I requested that the order be left at my door it was my responsibility. He did not care that it was not MY DOOR. I will be using other services from now on.
Dear @DonHuffines,
We have reason to believe that there are several young females illegally buried on your current property. (Formerly known as Epstein Ranch)
I will pay for 100% of the costs to professionally scan and exhume the remains.
As a republican running for public office in Texas I'm sure you would want to help put an end to this terrible chapter of US History.
My DMs are open. We can give the bodies the respect they deserve.
- Zack Nelson
ICE break window to enter U.S. citizen's house without warrant—violently tackle man for filming them.
Agents turn to leave and close front door—suddenly barge back in to physically assault homeowner.
"They're inside my house with no warrant—I'm a U.S. citizen!" she tells 911 operator. "He's not an immigrant!"
The adults in the family—who were trying to protect the young children also present in the home—did manage to chase the 2 ICE agents away before they were able detain anyone.
The incident occurred in San Antonio, Texas.
ICE is now just stopping retired couples on their way to church and shoving guns in their faces.
Won't ANYONE stop these 4th Amendment violations?
Revoke this "absolute immunity" bullshit from ICE immediately.
🚨BREAKING: ICE/Border Patrol agents are assaulting U.S. citizens on public sidewalks in Minneapolis.
In the video, agents are walking down a public sidewalk. A man is standing there, doing nothing but existing in public space. He glances back, and an agent uses both hands to shove him off the sidewalk toward the street, then casually walks away.
Moments later, another person is standing on the same sidewalk. An agent pushes them into the street, directly in front of a car, and continues across the crosswalk as if nothing happened.
Let’s be clear about what this is.
This is assault.
This is use of force without legal justification.
This is reckless endangerment, pushing people into traffic.
This is deprivation of civil rights under color of law.
This is law enforcement interfering with lawful use of public space without cause, orders, or any articulated threat.
These are members of the community, on their own sidewalks, not blocking anyone, not threatening anyone, not committing a crime. ICE agents do not have the authority to clear sidewalks by force, and they absolutely do not have the authority to put civilians in danger because they feel entitled to the space.
If any ordinary person shoved strangers into traffic, they’d be arrested on the spot.
When federal agents do it, we’re told to look away.
So ask yourself this:
If armed federal agents can assault U.S. citizens for standing on a sidewalk, what exactly is left of the rule of law?