A lot of people need to wake up to the fact that actual super villains exist and too many of them are the scientist and doctors we are told constantly to trust unquestioningly.
While this is making headlines I don't think most ppl realize what was actually exposed. The Trump administration knows, financially, every corrupt politician sitting in DC right now. I'm sure they noticed.
USA. A potluck. Everyone brings one dish. I have never been so out of my depth in my life.
I was invited to a gathering. "Just bring a dish to share," they said. Simple words. I did not sleep for three days.
Because I understood instantly what this was. A summit. Every guest, a lord of their own house, arriving bearing tribute. And tribute is judged. Tribute is ranked. To bring the wrong dish to the wrong table is to fall in standing before your peers, possibly forever.
So I prepared. I made my finest dish. I carried it to the door with two hands and a straight back, braced for the weighing of my worth.
The first lord arrived with a bowl of orange powder noodles. Macaroni and cheese. The crowd roared. He set it down at the center of the table. The CENTER. I noted this. The center is the seat of power.
The second lord brought a tower of small brown meat orbs in red sauce. "Meatballs," he announced, like a man laying down a sword. They were placed beside the macaroni. A strong showing. An alliance, perhaps.
I studied the table like a battlefield map. Potato salad: defensive, reliable, old money. A vegetable tray, untouched, clearly a hostage offering no one expected to win. And then a woman walked in, raised a flat box overhead, and the entire room turned and CHEERED.
Pizza. She had brought pizza. Store-bought. Still in the box.
I was stunned. She had not even cooked it. And yet the people rejoiced as if a king had entered. I revised my entire understanding of the hierarchy on the spot. Effort means nothing here. Only the roar of the crowd decides rank.
I placed my dish down, humbly, near the napkins. A peasant's position. I accepted it.
And then a man tapped my shoulder, pointed at my dish, and said the words that changed everything.
"Whoa, did you make this? This is amazing. Everybody, you GOTTA try this guy's thing."
The room turned. The room came. The room ATE. My dish vanished in ninety seconds. The pizza woman herself took a second helping and looked at me with respect.
I had won the summit. By accident. With a dish I placed by the napkins.
I understand nothing about this country. I have never been happier. I am hosting the next one.
So tell me, America.
Is there a system to the potluck? A secret rank? A hidden law?
I have decided there is not.
You just bring the thing you love, and everyone eats it, and somehow everybody wins.
It is the most insane way to hold a war.
I will fight in every single one.
I’m sorry but I find it hard to believe that a former mercenary with a nazi death camp tattoo who used a dating site popular with child groomers might also have committed sexual assault.
We were outraged. None of you shitbags gave a damn and if right wingers had decided to throw a mostly peaceful protest over it, they'd still be in prison.
I'm sure the American right-wingers outraged about Henry Nowak were REALLY outraged about Tony Timpa, a (white) Dallas guy who died in 2016 while being subdued during a mental health crisis by cops who laughed at his distress. (And who went unpunished.)
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If the fraud rate is really as low as Democrats claim, why are they fighting so hard to hide the data? Why not just work with USDA to audit and validate where the money is going? Their resistance to us going after fraud is part of why these programs ballooned in the first place.
The most useful fucking word in this whole rotten system is “random.”
It lets these POS politicians and their media lapdogs pretend a 66-year-old woman getting stabbed twenty times on a MARTA train by some piece of shit who was already permanently banned from the entire system was just bad luck.
Bullshit. He walked up, stood next to her, and butchered her in under a minute while everyone else sat there frozen because they’ve been trained that getting involved will get them fucked by the same system that let this animal roam free in the first place.
And when ICE has to publicly beg some Democrat governor like Abigail Spanberger not to cut loose a 31-year-old illegal alien from El Salvador facing multiple rape charges on a fucking child, they still trot out “random.” Random my ass. That’s what happens when you decide predators and foreign criminals matter more than the people who actually live here.
This isn’t random. This is the direct result of deliberate, vicious policy choices. Decarceration, no enforcement on transit, sanctuary bullshit that treats ICE detainers like suggestions. They knew the warnings were there. They just didn’t give a fuck. They’d rather call it random than admit their precious ideology is getting innocent people slaughtered.
“Random” is the coward’s word. It’s the lie they tell so they don’t have to own the body count their policies keep producing. And every time they say it, another warning gets ignored and another person pays the price.
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When I was young, I had unfettered internet access. I have seen the worst it had to offer. Every second of gore that could break a man, I was exposed to and desensitized to it. Nothing bothered me. No video ever prepared me for the Ronnie McNutt video.
Someone sent me it and didn't say what it was. I remember clicking it and thinking "I wonder what this is?"
I slammed my laptop shut. Easily one of the worst videos ever recorded. After watching it, I felt like I just watched the video from The Ring. I had a small fascination with gore and I'd find myself watching these videos from time to time. It was a curiosity. A "so that's what happens" thing. I never watched anything like that intentionally again.
Watching stuff like this harms your soul, I'm convinced of it.
Occasional reminder that @LeaderJohnThune allowed democrats to blow up the appropriations deal in exchange for absolutely nothing because two communists died trying to kill ICE agents
These two moves aren’t random personnel decisions. They’re precise placements on the board.
Kevin Warsh didn’t bring in some safe, consensus technocrat to run the Fed. He brought in Paul Winfree ... the man who wrote the actual blueprint for taking the modern Federal Reserve apart and replacing it with something far less powerful and far less political. That’s not staffing. That’s installing someone who already has the intellectual architecture for regime-level change inside the building.
At the same time, Trump drops Bill Pulte into acting DNI while leaving him in charge of FHFA, Fannie, and Freddie. Pulte isn’t a spy. He’s a wrecking ball who already proved he’ll refer sitting senators and Fed governors for mortgage fraud without hesitation. Now he sits where mortgage data, property records, ownership structures, and foreign financial intelligence can be cross-referenced in one place.
The institutions that spent the last decade treating themselves as untouchable are suddenly dealing with operators who don’t respect the old immunities. The Fed thought it could keep running jobs policy, climate agendas, and bailouts with minimal pushback. The intelligence community thought its tools would only ever be pointed outward or at approved targets. Both assumptions are being tested at once.
This is what it looks like when you stop treating these bureaucracies as permanent and start treating them as positions that can be occupied by people who actually intend to use the authority they’ve been given.
The people losing their minds aren’t reacting to inexperience. They’re reacting to the sudden possibility that the files, the networks, and the leverage that used to stay safely inside friendly hands might now be examined by someone who doesn’t owe them protection.
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I don’t care what your political beliefs are.
POTUS’ description of what a cease fire is in the Middle East is RIGHT on the nose.
That’s exactly right.
Ceasefire aren’t stop signs. They’re more like yields… ish.