There has been no person more unfit to serve for public office than Donald Trump. He is the most flawed, foul human that has lived during my lifetime, and I say that without exception.
He exists as the antithesis to all that is good and decent.
He possesses not one quality that I hope for my son to ever possess. Period.
He has an almost god-like inability to feel shame, even when his actions are so shameful that they make shame itself blush.
His lack of depth of knowledge on virtually any subject is numbing to the mind, only rivaled by the man’s complete and utter inability to take responsibility for any of his actions. EVER.
He has a systemic inability to tell the truth — something he should be judged for and not admired because of.
His ego-driven incompetence is rivaled by no one, leading him to fail in ways that no person has failed before.
He is the ultimate sign of weakness when judged against any moniker of manhood.
He is the epitome of everything decent, God-fearing people are against. He is not someone we should ever want anyone to aspire to be.
He represents no higher moral or biblical value of any kind; because, in a nutshell, he’s morally bankrupt and spiritually impotent, followed and admired by people who are also morally bankrupt and spiritually impotent.
Reminder that USCENTCOM still denies the fact that they are quietly attempting to escort Oil Tankers through the Strait of Hormuz.
Why ? Because many oil tankers end up in flames (without UKMTO reporting), and Trump admin doesnt want the public to know this.
Being an American now is just waking up and being told how much more money the president and his billionaire buddies are stealing, then being expected to act like it’s a normal fucking day.
You’re trying to pay for your gas and groceries and this guy is literally sitting in the White House stealing your taxpayer money by the billions to put in his own pocket.
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LINDSEY GRAHAM: “I go back to S.C. and I’m asking them to send their sons and daughters over to the Middle East. To all the isolationists: I’m not with you, I’m with Israel. God bless Israel. We should move all of our stuff to Israel.”
He actually said this on live television.
I am the Director of the White House ballroom. Specifically, I am the Director of the list of people who paid for it.
People think the marble is the hard part. The marble arrives on a truck. The list is the hard part. The list is the product.
Here is the product.
We tore down the East Wing to build it. The First Lady's wing. The one with the gardens. We took it down in an afternoon, the first time anyone had touched the bones of that house since 1948, and we did it for a room she will never need to enter.
The room is ninety thousand square feet. The White House is fifty-five. I want you to sit in that. The People's House is now the smaller building on the lot.
It seats nine hundred ninety-nine. The room it replaces seated two hundred. We did not need more chairs. We needed a bigger door, and a shorter roster of who holds the key.
Three thousand dollars a square foot. You cannot get a school approved at that number. You cannot get a clinic. We got a ballroom, and we got it in a season.
The boss said it would be paid for, and I am quoting him exactly, "one hundred percent by me and some friends of mine." He was telling the truth. Every word of it. You are simply not one of his friends.
Here is how a friend gets made.
A company has a problem. An antitrust review. A labor case. Some unpleasantness with the SEC. The problem is large. The problem has its own floor of lawyers. The problem keeps the general counsel awake.
Then the company writes a check for the ballroom.
I do not connect these two events. I am not permitted to connect these two events. I simply observe that sixteen of our twenty-seven donors were under federal enforcement, and I simply observe that the cases have developed a way of going quiet. Dropped. Scaled back. Resolved on a Friday. I observe it the way a man observes weather. I carry an umbrella. I do not control the sky.
Amazon's antitrust review. Apple's. Meta's. Nvidia's. Coinbase and Ripple, with the SEC, who moved their whole operation from litigation to lobbying and saved a fortune on both.
Google had a grievance. Twenty-four and a half million dollars of grievance, over a YouTube ban. Google paid that settlement to us. Twenty-two million of it, straight into the room. The penalty became the donation. The grievance became the gift. I had the wire confirmation framed and hung by the door, so I see it on my way out.
Lockheed gave us more than ten million. Lockheed has since collected forty-three billion in new federal funding. I am assured these numbers are unrelated. I am the man who assures me.
Fifty billion dollars to our donors in six months. Three hundred thirty-eight billion over five and a half years. They spent a billion and a half on lobbying to arrange it, and most of them used the same three firms to do the arranging, so the list of donors and the list of lobbyists fit on a single page if you turn it sideways.
I did not award one contract. I merely curate the room. The room where the people who sign the deals stand under a chandelier the people who receive the deals paid for, inside a house our spokesman says, and I am quoting him exactly, we are making "better for generations to come."
The People's House. He said it out loud. I had it engraved.
The money runs through a charity for the national mall, because a gift to a park is not a gift to a president, and a clause I drafted myself lets six of our donors give without ever being named. A federal judge had to be sued before anyone outside the room could read that clause. He is still reading.
He ruled the construction had to stop. He wrote that the President is "the steward" of the house, "not the owner." A careful man. A Bush appointee, even. We filed the appeal in ninety minutes and poured concrete on his ruling by the afternoon. He stewards. We pour.
There will be a donor wall. Founders' Tier at the top, in gilt, and I set the spacing myself with a level and my own two hands. Six of the plaques will be polished brass with nothing on them. The anonymous ones. School groups will ask who they honor, and the docent is trained to answer: "Patrons who wished to give without recognition." I wrote that line too. I write the sentences other people have to stand inside.
The families pay for this. Not for the ballroom. The ballroom was free, donated, that was always the genius of it. They pay in the cases that got dropped. The fine no one collects. The merger no one blocks. The settlement that became a chandelier instead of a refund. They pay slowly, in a current they cannot feel, and not one of them will ever set foot in the room, and the room will carry the names of the people who did it to them.
I will be retired before the doors open. There is a chair reserved for me at the first gala. Front table. Under the lights I sourced.
You asked what pay-to-play looks like when it stops hiding and starts winning.
It looks like a ballroom bigger than the White House.
You're just not on the list.
Things most Americans agree on:
Groceries cost too much.
Tariffs suck and make no sense.
Congress and Presidents shouldn’t trade stocks.
The debt is a mess.
The border should be secure, but legal immigration is good.
Endless wars are stupid, especially ones that nobody wants and have never been explained.
Americans are exhausted.
AI is like my new best friend that also might be trying to take my job, my ability to think for myself, and my humanity in the process. Yo like I love you, but WTF, but I still love you.
Diversity is actually awesome! The opposite is boring AF.
Canadians are super fucking cool.
Mexicans are chill.
Putin isn’t a good guy looking out for America’s best interest. Rocky IV and Miracle are great movies.
Good neighbors are a blessing.
Freedom of religion and coexistence without having to blow each other up is probably a good idea.
We all question, are we alone in the universe?
We all fuck up along the way.
Epstein didn’t hang himself.
The Trumps and Epstein were best friends for decades. It’s like Bert trying to tell us Ernie was just an acquaintance in the same social scene on Sesame Street back in the day.
The Cowboys suck. Go Birds!
Things we’re told to fight about:
Me.
Laptop.
Vaccines.
Transgenders in sports.
Pronouns.
That’s the joke.
Staggering levels of corruption.
They’re using every possible lever of power to enrich themselves and their friends and families.
And the “party of fiscal responsibility” simply doesn’t care.
The memo to staff Thursday said staff "must immediately change email signatures, letterhead, and other documents to reflect the name as 'The John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts,' or 'Kennedy Center.'"
Changes to interior and exterior signage and any furniture carrying the current name must be switched back by next Friday, according to the memo.