An insanely rigged economy is when someone can work in government their entire life, never produce anything of value, and end up a millionaire with three homes while bemoaning the “oligarchy.”
I’m concerned that not a single person we’ve elected to national public office can do math, or, it seems, knows how much *they themselves spend* on anything.
Like, not everyone gets stocks, I understand that. But this isn’t even remotely correct.
If you taxed 100% of Elon’s net worth, confiscated every penny, you could fund the current US government for about… 49 days.
We don’t have a revenue problem.
We have a welfare spending problem.
Really hard to imagine someone not knowing that business endeavors that employ people and create needed and desired goods and services make the world a better place.
No, Graham Platner is not relatable. He's not like most guys. Most guys don't have the skeletons in their closets that he does.
Stop letting politics make you psycho.
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.
@shipwreckedcrew@Jaytrigs If Dean Logan has anything to do with LA city elections, you will be correct. He stole the governors election in WA state and then moved to LA county. His MO is to count until the Democrats win. https://t.co/2t4L262Nv7
@jarvis_best My main idea: sponsor a DNC monster truck to promote the principles of democratic socialism among the hillbilly lumpenproletariat, they eat that shit up.
Then use the monster truck to spin donuts on the lawns of the Supreme Court until they surrender
I'm a board certified OBGYN. I've practiced for 20+ years. Here's what's actually happening with mifepristone, because the coverage of it has been a mess.
On May 1, the 5th Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that the FDA overstepped its authority in 2023 when it eliminated the in-person dispensing requirement for mifepristone and allowed the drug to be mailed. On May 4, the Supreme Court issued a temporary administrative stay restoring mail-order access while it reviews the emergency appeals from Danco and GenBioPro. That stay expired May 11. We're waiting on the Court.
Let me say this clearly: I don't want mifepristone banned. Almost no OBGYN I know does. It has a legitimate place in our practice. What's being argued in Louisiana v. FDA is not whether the drug exists. It's whether the FDA's safety protocol "the REMS" should include the in-person dispensing safeguard the FDA itself required for the first 23 years this drug was on the market.
Here's what an in-person visit does that a telehealth call cannot:
1. It confirms gestational age by ultrasound. Patients are not always accurate about their dates. They are sometimes weeks off. Without imaging, no one knows.
2. It rules out ectopic pregnancy. Mifepristone does not treat an ectopic. If you take it and your pregnancy is in your fallopian tube, the tube will still rupture. Women die from this.
3. It creates a local physician who is accountable when something goes wrong — hemorrhage, sepsis, incomplete abortion requiring surgery. A doctor in another state on a video call cannot manage a bleeding patient at 2 a.m.
The 2023 REMS change removed all three. And here is the part the mainstream media will not tell you: it is entirely predictable that a partner, a parent, or a boyfriend will substitute themselves on the telehealth visit to spare the patient an awkward conversation. That means the person actually taking the drug may never be seen, never be examined, and never have her dates verified. If she is further along than she said, the outcome can be a severely preterm infant. This is a child who may live decades with profound disability, at a public cost in the tens of millions of dollars over a lifetime.
This is why the FDA itself opened a safety review in September 2025. Real-world claims data is suggesting complication rates well above what is on the drug label. Secretary Kennedy and Commissioner Makary launched that review for a reason. Until it's finished, returning to in-person dispensing is the conservative clinical position. And by "conservative" I mean cautious. Careful. The standard of care.
The Fifth Circuit didn't ban anything. It restored the same safeguard the FDA enforced under Clinton, Bush, Obama, and the first Trump administration. That's not extremism. That's medicine.