Some personal news: I am now flying solo on "Acadiana's Morning News" on NewsTalk 96.5 KPEL in Lafayette. If you live here, that means you'll get more of me on the radio BUT there's a catch: I'm shifting to very little commentary in the mornings.
Part of my goal when I took over KPEL in 2024 was to use it as a vehicle to delivery more news and information and less outrage-driven commentary. It's a conservative news/talk station, so there will always be conservative commentary, but I want people to have the information first.
So, the morning show will be almost all interviews, focusing on being your point of access to City Hall, the State Capitol, and Capitol Hill. I'll be reaching out to politicians, newsmakers, and reporters to bring as much information to y'all as possible.
Now, the downside here is that I am a one-man crew running this ship, but I promise the ship is pretty sturdy. You can expect some cool interviews and access starting in August, if not a little before.
Among the more than 300 letters home my Grandpa sent my Gramie during his time in the Army during WW2, we found one dated June 7, 1944.
A D-Day Letter From a GI to His Bride Highlights the Resilience of the Greatest Generation https://t.co/NAYZVvby4V
The “sure he has problems and of course I don’t condone everything, but we need to be big tent to win” excuses for Platner, curiously don’t extend to Fetterman.
I wonder what the difference could be.
Actually, what really sucks about comments like this is that, until yesterday, some of us didn’t realize how badly we failed our friend. We knew Graham was bad, but didn’t push to get the details because it was clear Lyndsey didn’t want us to.
Let this be a lesson. Your friend’s abusive boyfriend could one day run for Senate and then lie through his teeth about his own past, and it would be good if you could tell the NYT how much he sucked, with specifics, so that soulless, demented hacks like this can’t play off her pain.
I don't know if Graham Platner's candidacy survives these latest allegations in the New York Times. It may well do so.
But I do find it the height of hypocrisy that the same Democrats who said that we need to believe all women are rushing to discredit the story because it quotes a GOP operative who dated Platner in the 2010s.
I mean, how do they square that?
🚨The numbers suggest support for populism is declining.
✅When President Trump took office, 59% of voters preferred the populist wing of their parties.
✅That's declined steadily to 47% today.
✅The number preferring a traditional R began to increase about a year ago. The number preferring a traditional D has been inching up this year.
✅Now, while 47% favor a populist candidate, 45% favor a more traditional candidate. That two-point gap is the smallest we've ever recorded.
✅In October 2020, the first time we asked the four-way choice question, the populist wings had a 24-point advantage over the traditional wings.
✅In the 2022 election the populists had a 14-point advantage. In 2024, it was 17 points.
✅Will be curious to see what next month shows.
You have to admit it’s a little funny that the Dem answer to its male voter problem this cycle has been to overcompensate in both directions with Talarico, an androgynous blob who looks like he wear gloves to bed, and Platner, a psycho chronic masturbator with a walrus mustache.
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.