I love my country,
I love my wife,
I love my dog.
I'm a member of everything, almost like Superman,
But I rarely get into a fight.
The whole court knows my sentence:
"Слуга Народу"
I have almost everything, dignity and honor
And even shouts of "bravo".
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Oggi ho il piacere di annunciarvi che il “corridoio terrestre” verso la Crimea, che i russi chiamano “rotta di Novorossiya”, è stato ufficialmente chiuso.
Le autorità d’occupazione hanno esteso, “fino a nuovo avviso”, il divieto di transito per i veicoli civili su praticamente tutta l’estensione di questa strada che ora si trova costantemente sotto tiro ucraino.
Complimenti agli ucraini e a tutti i contribuenti europei: è un risultato davvero importante, strategico oserei dire.
Dana Loesch: “God has ordered His church to care for widows, that widows be included, so they are not isolated, to protect widows, to care for widows, to not persecute a widow in the most ungodly ways, because you're jealous that you are not the one controlling an organization that that widow's husband built.”
@DLoesch live at WLS 2026
Stuff like this makes it very difficult for people to trust elections.
California has a serious problem.
Raman was in a distant third and now she’s leading every new drop to completely change the outcome. And there could obviously be legitimate explanations (esp since CA allows ballot harvesting, which is a problem in itself).. but no way anyone can look at them taking weeks to count ballot and outcome completely changing in one direction each time without having serious concerns.
It's hard to overstate how much of an outlier California is for its slow vote-counting relative to literally any other state or almost any other industrialized democracy.
I’m very open to people weighing the possible motivations and actual evidence of any charge (even when it's a friend). I know people don't have the benefit of knowing Lyndsey and having heard about Graham for years from her, as I did.
A problem during the #metoo era was no one seemed to be using any kind of standard of evaluation that was consistent, which seems important in media. I created one for myself: When I was asked to opine in public on various allegations and wanted to do so responsibly, I had a rubric for considering credibility on a spectrum (and also tried not to be rude and dismissive out the gate of almost anything, with Swetnick testing that with sheer audacity).
— a named accuser
— evidence the two people knew each other and had been in the same place at the same time at the time of alleged event
— contemporaneous reports, though not necessarily to police. Diary entries, conversations with friends, etc.
— a demonstrated M.O. from the accused
Christine Blasey Ford’s account had 1 of these (named accuser). By contrast, accusations against Roy Moore had all four. Lyndsey’s has three (and the second named source's story of him showing up at her house drunk and acting such that she cut off contact with him suggests there is a drunken, boundary-crossing, scary M.O.)
By merely marshaling evidence the two were often in the same place at the same time during the acknowledged past relationship, Fifield has surpassed Ford's account's documentation. The NYT verified old diary entries, and her texts confirmed many of her thoughts on him predated him running for office. She was forthright that she hid his worst behavior, as many women in abusive relationships do, and very specific in her characterization of his physical behavior (one suspects if it were a made-up partisan hit, she might not caveat his physical abuse so much and would have dropped this in September, but I digress). It is both scary and embarrassing to admit the truth in those situations.
This is all separate from what voters might find acceptable, but the account Lyndsey gives is one that, if I knew it in real time, I'd actively help the friend get out of the relationship and advise her to stay out of it. I've done this with other friends and wish I'd been able to be there for Lyndsey at the time. It shouldn't be dismissed out of hand, especially given it hits far more marks than other allegations treated with utmost seriousness in the press. The idea that this is either all merely normie, drunk, working-class behavior or "Dem HR lady politics" to find it problematic doesn't fly. So many people spent two decades saying every dude right of a Wellesley gender politics professor was a toxic white supremacist but now think you're just a big pussy if you'd object to being locked in a bedroom by a big drunk guy with a Nazi tattoo.
It's not just the evidence of assault.
It's not just the Nazi tattoo
It's not just lying about the Nazi tattoo
It's not just the Kik account
It's not just the adulterous sexting
It's not just the deranged posting
It's all of it (and the more that may emerge).
This is the guy you want to burn your moral credibility for to beat ... Susan Collins?
Rodney is a great, great American who has created one of the best, simplest, most beautiful multiplying acts of charity in the country. Been following him for years. Let’s get some Raising Men & Women Lawn Care kids on the WH lawn!
This is outrageous: We requested surveillance video of four recent homicides on the LA Metro. The authorities are now denying our lawful FOIA—because they are scared the truth will get out.
Hey @MetroLosAngeles, preserve your documents. We're not going to stop.
“Tiffany Justice read from explicit books.”
Yes, I did. Watch my lips when I’m reading and you can see me say dildo and vagina.
I stopped at one point and asked @ScottPelley if he wanted me to continue. He said yes, if I wanted to.
So I did.
Incest, rape, pedophilia- multiple excerpts, multiple books, and @CBS cut all of it.
We showed evidence of passages of explicit sexual content found in elementary to secondary public school libraries and @CBS hid all of it.
Please consider showing the whole interview @bariweiss.
@Moms4Liberty
he's not actually gay he wants to rape men as a dominance thing
he's not actually a nazi he just has a nazi tattoo and stashed illegal weapons in his dc apartment
he's not actually an abuser there's just a string of women who say he is
the truth?
he's not actually disabled.
Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isn’t clean or easy.
I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the “cool girl” or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham.
I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist — so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past.
Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo — and I was terrified he would find out it was me.
But of course he knew it was me.
What’s ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadn’t been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out.
I tried to signal that I wasn’t the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is.
But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but wait—there are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men can’t keep getting away with this.
Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwell’s name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate.
I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that “if only those women hadn’t accused him of abuse, this never would have happened…”
But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten.
I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the time—I had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said that’s fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough.
They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldn’t feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong.
One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together.
I should note here that my life is just… beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events — I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists?
Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the “hard right thing” to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me.
Most therapists recommend a “gray rock” approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse — it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that they’ve done nothing wrong.
I couldn’t stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if they’re ever abused as I was.
I don't think he's a actually a Nazi.
I think it reflects very poorly on him that he lies about not knowing what it was.
He should just admit he got it as part of being an edgy 20-something and that he was a dumbass for doing it. Instead, he goes "Nope. Didn't know."
I bucked all advice from my friends (and resisted my conservative bias) and decided to fully trust the Times journalists.
As they left my home they asked that I not talk to any other outlets and I insisted then and repeatedly over the following weeks that I would keep my word and only share this story with them.
But then the weeks dragged on. They kept coming back to us saying the editors needed more. I needed to go on the record (okay). We need more screenshots (okay). I met every bench mark they set, eager to provide more sources or evidence as needed.
After the story went up I began to ask them … wait, where are the stories from the other women? Where are their accusations of sexual assault? Why am I the focus? Why are there 11 paragraphs dedicated to detailing my work history (more than has been published about Graham’s by far)?
Why does it say “nobody could corroborate” when I offered them sources that COULD corroborate?
Why did they include an out of context quote from a friend joking “do not call Graham” after I called off my wedding? (Because she knew I would never).
Where were the screenshots they’d said they would use? Or the mention that I’d supported local democrats and that most of my family (and husband) are liberal?
The editors said it was too much, they explained.
The Times also failed to include any mention that I DID confide in multiple friends through the years that Graham had been abusive — long before he was running for office. Those friends confirm they told the Times so.
It dawned on me that this really was a set up all along. The journalists I trusted who convinced me to share a story I never wanted to tell methodically delayed and twisted this into a gift to the Platner campaign. Violating the trust of his victims. Shattering the trust I placed in them with the most vulnerable story of my life.
And at the end of my call with them I reluctantly accepted their insistence that this was still a powerful story and that I had done a brave thing. And I thanked them for all the hard work they had put into it.
Still fawning after all these years.