Jake Lang, who beat Capitol police officers with a baseball bat on January 6, spent four years in federal prison on an 11-count indictment, got pardoned by Trump on day one, and was recently running for U.S. Senate in Florida, was arrested Tuesday night in Frisco, Texas on a criminal trespass warrant.
He hopped a fence into a high school stadium to film what he claimed was dried blood from a stabbing, then posted it online for clout.
Since his pardon he has also been charged with felony property damage in Minnesota for destroying an ice sculpture, charged with threatening a Capitol police officer, showed up outside a mosque in Plano holding a severed pig’s head, threw chocolate coins outside AIPAC while doing a Nazi salute, and dragged a goat on a leash to a protest against a Muslim mayoral candidate. For real though!
Trump pardoned this bastard. He is currently in the Collin County jail complaining about his mattress.
The pardon was 136 days ago. VIA~~Eric Blackerby
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.
In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.
I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.
"Nobunaga."
He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.
"Perfect. Banana, party of one."
Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.
Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.
I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.
It woke.
It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.
He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.
"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"
A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.
All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"
So tell me honestly.
For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.
When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?
Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.
Pro lifers genuinely believe that you should be forced to carry and give birth to a disabled child that will need constant care their whole lives while they continue to support the party that vows to cut funding for every program that would help those individuals the most
Trump was handed the opportunity to preside over a feel-good moment of national unity on July 4, 2026. All he had to do was for once in his life, not act like an egomaniacal lunatic. Instead, he's made a complete fiasco of the nation's 250th birthday. My latest https://t.co/77WQanV3kI
If anyone needs me I’ll be in the trenches defending to death that woman’s right to get the oil change without having her privacy compromised by someone who had the wherewithal to know he was overstepping but did it anyway
Women will openly, actively, tell you exactly what you want, and you'll see men boldly deny it because they don't want to admit they perform for other men.
Se você é um homem que nunca assobiou, estuprou, tocou e/ou assediou uma mulher, você é um homem normal.
Você não é bom, você não é ótimo, você não é perfeito, você não é um cara legal. Você é normal.
Isso é como pessoas normais se comportam, você não merece um parabéns.
KATIE MILLER: "Liberal men aren't attractive"
ALSO KATIE MILLER: *has let a hideous human-worm-hybrid-man into her vag. evil spawn forthcoming*
MEANWHILE, LIBERAL MEN:
Recent retiree Greg Bovino traveled to Portugal to attend a Nazi conference, gave an interview citing Nazi general Erwin Rommel as an inspirational figure, and wore his regulation SS haircut.
When is it ok to start calling them Nazis? Or is that still too polarizing?
A rape case was dropped 13 days before trial.
Years later, an independent review found it should have gone ahead.
But by then, it was too late.
Here's why that matters.
A woman reported a rape.
Three and a half years later, she was preparing for trial.
Then the CPS dropped the case.
The reason? A sexsomnia defence.
The case would never be heard by a jury.
Most people thought that was the end.
It wasn't.
She requested a Victim's Right to Review.
An independent Chief Crown Prosecutor reviewed the decision.
The conclusion was extraordinary.
The case should never have been dropped.
In fact, the review found it was more likely than not that a jury would have convicted.
But there was a devastating problem.
The CPS had already offered no evidence in court.
Double jeopardy meant the case could never be reopened.
The decision was found to be wrong.
The outcome could not be changed.
So she sued the CPS.
The CPS apologised.
They paid damages.
They changed policy.
And today, there is a pilot scheme that gives victims an option for a review before rape cases are dropped.
That woman was me.
My case can't be put back before a jury.
But others shouldn't have to hear that a case should have gone to trial only after it's too late to do anything about it.
That's why I'm campaigning for victims to have a review before cases are dropped.
And for the current pilot to become permanent.
Not after.
When it's too late.
#RightToBeReviewed #VictimsRights #JusticeMatters