They loved Marjorie Taylor Greene, now they hate her.
They loved Thomas Massie, now they hate him.
They loved Lauren Boebert, now they hate her.
They made fun of Biden for nodding off ("Sleepy Joe), now they ignore Trump outright falling asleep.
They put "I Did That" Biden stickers on high gas prices, now they ignore gas prices being even higher.
They bragged about Trump being the no wars President, now they support war.
They bashed Biden for sending money to Ukraine, now they ignore Trump sending money to both Ukraine and Israel.
They demanded the Epstein files, now they bash anyone asking for the Epstein files.
To be a MAGA is to be a slave.
Not physically, but mentally.
They stand for nothing.
We're up against people who stand for nothing.
And with the most misplaced confidence you've ever seen, they try to tell us whats-what.
We shouldn't even acknowledge these people.
The Trump supporters that remain are mentally too far gone.
I don't even want to argue with them anymore.
The legacy of this @POTUS won't be the monuments he builds to himself but the destruction of faith in public institutions for his own power and profit.
He wants to rewrite or erase history because he knows it won't be kind to him.
82 years ago, five hours before the first ramp dropped at Omaha Beach, 13,100 American paratroopers were already behind enemy lines in the dark.
It was 12:48 AM on June 6th, 1944. The men of the 101st and 82nd Airborne had boarded 1,087 C-47 aircraft the night before, each carrying nearly 40 kilograms of equipment. Their job was to drop into Normandy under cover of darkness, seize key roads and bridges, and hold them open so the men hitting the beaches at dawn would have a fighting chance of getting off the sand.
Then the clouds came.
Pilots crossing into France hit a dense cloud bank over the Cotentin Peninsula. Anti-aircraft fire opened up from below. Formations broke apart. Pilots panicked, climbed, dove, scattered. Crew chiefs flipped the green jump light on early, before drop zones were even reached. Men leapt into pitch-black French sky not knowing where they were.
Many landed 20 kilometers from their targets. Some came down in the middle of towns. Some in trees. Some directly onto German positions.
Some never hit the ground at all.
The Germans had quietly flooded the low marshes of Normandy in the weeks before. Nobody had told the paratroopers just how deep it was. Men came down in the dark, hit what they thought was ground, and sank. Fully loaded with 40 kilograms of gear, they could not get up. They drowned in less than a meter of water.
Paratrooper John Taylor watched it happen in real time: "Those who jumped from the C-47 before me drowned in the marsh. Just like those who jumped after me. I landed on a thin strip of land a few meters wide that cut across the water. A meter either way and I was dead."
Private John Steele of the 82nd Airborne came down directly over the town square of Sainte-Mere-Eglise. A fire was burning in the square. German soldiers standing in the street watched him fall. His parachute caught the pinnacle of the church tower. He hung there in full view, listening to the firefight below him, playing dead for two hours before the Germans finally cut him down and took him prisoner. He escaped days later and kept fighting.
In the sky above, a C-47 named Donna Mae was struck by anti-aircraft fire west of Magneville. All 18 paratroopers aboard died. The 4 crew members died. 22 men erased from the sky before a single one ever reached French soil.
Only 1 in 6 men from the 101st Airborne reached their intended rendezvous point that night. The rest were scattered across miles of dark, flooded, enemy-held countryside, alone or in tiny groups, with no maps, no officers, no idea where they were, trying to find each other using a child's toy: a small metal cricket clicker that made a single click-clack sound in the dark.
One click. Wait. Two clicks back. Friend. Silence. Enemy.
By the time the beach landings began at 6:30 AM, the 82nd and 101st had already suffered more than 50% casualties in a single night. 156 killed in the 82nd. 182 killed in the 101st. Hundreds more wounded or missing, scattered across Normandy in the dark.
And yet. Sainte-Mere-Eglise fell at 4:00 AM, the first French town liberated in the invasion. Small groups of paratroopers, lost, exhausted, cut off, held bridges and crossroads anyway. The chaos that nearly destroyed them also confused the Germans, who could not figure out where the real attack was coming from.
The men on the beaches that morning had no idea what those paratroopers had already endured in the hours before dawn.
Today is June 6th.
Remember them too.
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I do not understand what billionaires think the final outcome of all this is. If nobody has a living wage, they cannot buy your products, pay for your services, or rent the properties being owned and hoarded. At that point, does the whole thing not just collapse?
JD Vance is lecturing the Pope on Catholicism and Pierre Poilievre is lecturing Mark Carney on economics and RFK Jr is lecturing scientists about vaccines and Donald Trump is lecturing the world on tariffs and Pete Hegseth is quoting Pulp Fiction and thinking it’s the Bible
I am now the most banned author in the United States--87 books. May I suggest you pick up one of them and see what all the pissing & moaning is about? Self-righteous book banners don't always get to have their way. This is still America, dammit.