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"That's not honest and fair reporting - that's propaganda."
VP JD Vance explains to @gregkellyusa the Trump administration's move to cut White House access to left-leaning news outlets, stressing it's "not a ban."
"It's the refusal to grant special access to people who are engaged in dishonest reporting."
They call her Islamophobic, so she pulls out the photos and makes her argument: Iran before and after the Islamic Revolution. Afghanistan before and after the Taliban. Then she turns to Europe and Michigan and asks a pretty straightforward question:
How is any of this good for women?
Watch the clip and hear her argument for yourself.
I'm not a fan of any president limiting media outlets at the White House. But let’s not pretend what Trump is doing to CNN is unprecedented. Especially you, Barack.
Over the weekend, Obama claimed he could "never imagine" shutting out a network like Fox News. Really? Because I don't have to imagine it… I HAVE THE TAPE!
Back in 2009, the Obama White House literally tried to ban Fox News from a joint pool interview and declared they weren't a "real" news organization. But when Trump calls CNN "fake news" the Left erupts in an uproar? Spare us all the faux outrage.
Something is very wrong here.
In Wisconsin, there's only 4 million voting aged adults.
But there's 7.13 million registered voters.
Pass the SAVE America Act today. https://t.co/YJgUIV6Yyw
Clint Eastwood:
"I love when people call Trump Stupid..
You mean the multi-billionaire who kicked every Democrats butt, buried 16 career Republican politicians, and continues to make fools out of once reputable news organizations ..
You mean the guy who won the presidency?
You mean the guy with the super model wife?
You mean the guy whose words alone put a massive slow down on illegal border crossings?
You mean the guy whose mere presence made the stock market smash its previous records?
You mean the guy who created 1 million jobs in his first 7 months in office?
Are you sure you even know what it is you're resisting?
Are you sure you back a party that enables the decimation of every core principal of Christianity?
Are you sure you back a party that voted 100% against the abolition of slavery?
Are you sure you really take a politician like Maxine Waters seriously?
Are you sure you don't see anything wrong with someone who has a 40 yr career as a public servant living in a $4.5 mansion representing a district.
Elon Musk just described the most sophisticated theft operation in American history.
Not a heist. A system.
Your tax dollars leave Washington.
They enter a non-governmental organization. The government. With different letterhead.
Musk: “Obviously if it’s a government-funded non-governmental organization, it’s just the government.”
They cross a border.
American law stops following them.
They pass through three more entities in three more countries.
They come home.
Different pocket. Clean hands. Perfect crime.
Musk: “The government can send money to an NGO that is then no longer governed by the laws of the United States.”
Now run the math.
Congressional salary. $200,000.
Average net worth of a longtime member of Congress. North of $20 million.
Musk: “There are a lot of strangely wealthy members of Congress. I just can’t connect the dots of how they got $20 million earning $200,000 a year. Nobody can explain that.”
Nobody is supposed to.
This machine ran untouched for decades for one reason. Human limitation.
A forensic team cannot trace ten thousand wire transfers across fifty global jurisdictions at once.
The corruption does not hide in darkness.
It hides in volume.
They built a labyrinth so deliberately complex that the sheer weight of it collapses every investigation before it starts.
Paper buries paper. Bureaucracy absorbs inquiry.
The entire architecture was engineered to exhaust you.
Then artificial intelligence arrived.
AI does not get tired.
It cannot be bought.
It does not lose the thread at wire transfer 4,000.
You give it the entire global ledger. It maps every node, every transfer, every shell entity, every offshore NGO across every jurisdiction. Not in weeks. In hours.
It finds the signal inside the noise.
It flags the pattern.
It traces a dollar from a D.C. appropriation to a Cayman shell to a congressional portfolio in the time it takes a human auditor to find his parking spot.
The labyrinth was built to defeat human eyes.
It is defenseless against a machine that reads the entire maze at once.
This is why the establishment is not just annoyed by DOGE.
They are terrified.
Musk: “We’re going to try to figure it out and stop it.”
He did not arrive in Washington to trim budgets.
He arrived with supercomputing, AI audit systems, and a mandate to map the full financial architecture of the federal government.
For the first time in history, the complexity that protected the corruption is the very thing that will expose it.
Every shell entity is a signature.
Every routing pattern is a fingerprint.
Every congressman who walked in earning $200,000 and walked out worth $20 million is now a variable in an equation that will be solved.
The swamp was never impenetrable.
It was just too big for human hands.
It was never built for this.
The neighbors call the cops on my dad every six months. They think he’s running a fighting ring or flipping pets for profit. For years, I wasn't sure they were wrong.
My father, Frank, is a man of few words and even fewer friends. He lives on a fixed income in a small, weathered house just outside of town. He’s 68, walks with a limp he got in ’71, and spends most of his day in his garage.
But his most controversial habit involves the local animal shelter.
Like clockwork, Dad brings home a dog. Not the cute puppies everyone wants. He picks the "unadoptables." The three-legged pit bulls, the senior labs with gray muzzles, the curs that cower in the corner. For six months, that dog lives like royalty. I’d visit and see Dad hand-feeding them steak scraps, walking them for hours, talking to them in a soft voice he never used with me.
Then, six months later? Gone.
The dog vanishes. No photos, no collar left behind. Just an empty bowl and Dad driving his rusted pickup truck to the shelter to get another one.
"Where’s Barnaby?" I asked last Sunday. Barnaby was a one-eyed Golden Retriever mix he’d had since spring. That dog worshipped the ground Dad walked on.
"Moved on," Dad grunted, staring at his coffee.
"Moved on? Did you sell him, Dad? The neighbors are talking. They say you’re sick."
"Let them talk."
I couldn't take it anymore. I loved Barnaby. The thought of my father selling that sweet soul to some stranger for a few hundred bucks made my stomach turn. So, when I saw him load a bag of high-grade kibble and a new leash into his truck the next morning, I followed him.
I expected him to drive to a breeder or a shady parking lot exchange. Instead, he drove two towns over to a drab apartment complex near the VA hospital.
He pulled up to a ground-floor unit. I watched from my car, phone ready to record evidence, as he knocked on the door.
A young man answered. He couldn't have been older than 25, but he looked 50. He was missing his right arm, and the way he stood—tense, scanning the perimeter—screamed PTSD. I recognized that look. I’d seen it in Dad’s old photos.
Dad didn't say a word. He just whistled.
From the passenger seat of Dad’s truck, a dog jumped out. It wasn't Barnaby. It was "Duke," a German Shepherd he’d had last year. Duke looked incredible. Focused. Calm. He trotted right up to the young man and sat by his left leg, leaning his weight against the boy’s thigh.
The young man crumpled. He fell to his knees, burying his face in Duke’s fur, sobbing. Duke didn't flinch. He just held his ground, anchoring the boy to reality.
Dad handed the young man a thick envelope. Not money—paperwork. Vaccination records. Training logs.
I got out of my car. "Dad?"
He jumped, looking more terrified than I’d ever seen him. He walked me away from the boy, lowering his voice.
"You weren't supposed to see this."
"You trained him," I realized. "You didn't get rid of them. You trained them."
Dad sighed, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. "A fully trained PTSD service dog costs anywhere from fifteen to thirty thousand dollars. The insurance doesn't cover it. The VA has a waiting list a mile long. These boys... they come home, and they can't sleep, they can't go to the grocery store, they can't breathe."
He looked back at the young man, who was now smiling through tears, throwing a ball for Duke with his left hand.
"I can't give them money," Dad said, his voice cracking. "I don't have any. But I know dogs. And I have time."
"But why the secrecy? Why every six months?"
"Because that’s how long it takes to turn a scared shelter dog into a soldier’s lifeline," he said. "Basic obedience, task training, desensitization. I take the broken dogs nobody wants, and I turn them into the partners these kids need."
"And Barnaby?" I asked, my throat tight.
"Delivered him yesterday to a female marine in Ohio. She hadn't left her house in two years. She went to the park this morning."
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College sports are so disappointing now. NiJaree Canady transferred to Texas Tech who paid her $1,050,024 to go there. I miss the days when you couldn’t buy a “championship” player (yeah, they did it under the table 🤦🏻♀️). College sports are basically semi-pro now which sucks.
@LaraSpencer Watched Flea Market Flip & I have questions. How much did each team profit? Why did the one team win? What was the deciding factor of winning—profit or design?? Their winning made no sense without our knowing why 🤷🏻♀️
@ABCNetwork As long as The View is on, you’re keeping our country divided. I’ve never in my lifetime seen a major station back such hate speech. It’s baffling. No more ABC in my household.
I love Venables, but that call was dumb. Thought surely after the timeout, we’d kick the pat. Dumb decision all the way around #OU#Oklahoma#BoomerSooner