I feel like such a genius lol. I’m a Never Tucker. Never fell for his fake retarded bow tie or his grift. I’m a Never Candace. Researched her long ago & realized her disgusting revenge grift. I really hope people are realizing that.
Today is September 3, 2026 - the border is CLOSED, the streets are SAFER, we’re BUILDING things in America again, and Donald J. Trump is the President of the United States of America. 🇺🇸
If you eat pickles there has been a big ingredients change with the extremely popular Mt. Olive Pickles jars
The new formula now contains potassium metabisulfite. That is a sulfite commonly used in sanitizer
It acts as a preservative but has the common complaint of leaving a sulfur or “off” taste in foods
Customers are now saying the new pickles taste horrible because of his change
This ingredient is commonly mixed into water to create a sanitizing solution for winemaking equipment and now it’s been out in these pickles….
🚨🇺🇸 CARL, WHAT A SLAP! 🔥🔥🔥
CNN: “This is an undocumented immigrant...”
Miller: “They were here ILLEGALLY?”
CNN: “I want this to be a good-faith discussion...”
Miller: “When you use language designed to obscure the truth, that’s NOT good faith. An ILLEGAL ALIEN is an ILLEGAL ALIEN. They’re not ‘undocumented immigrants’.”
CNN: “Stephen, we’re trying to humanize the debate...”
Miller: “Humanize? Then let’s humanize the Penal Code too. The bank robber becomes a ‘specialist in unscheduled withdrawals’. The con artist turns into an ‘entrepreneur of alternative financial narratives’. The guy who breaks into your house uninvited is just a ‘visitor with pending documentation’. How about that?”
CNN: “That’s a crude analogy.”
Miller: “Crude is pretending federal law vanishes because CNN’s copy desk cooked up a cuddlier euphemism. ‘Undocumented’ sounds like someone who forgot their wallet in an Uber. No. It’s someone who crossed the border without authorization, stayed, and now the press treats the legal statute like it’s a matter of writing style.”
CNN: “But many contribute to the economy...”
Miller: “Ah, the classic argument: crime stops being crime if the person washes dishes or builds roofs. By the same token, the cigarette smuggler ‘contributes’ too, creates jobs in transport. Want us to call him an ‘informal logistics entrepreneur’? Would CNN go for that?”
CNN: “You’re polarizing.”
Miller: “No. I’m rejecting the marketing dictionary. You change the word, then accuse anyone who uses the legal term of being ‘inhumane’. It’s the oldest trick in the book: first soften the vocabulary, then declare moral victory. The United States is tired of this theater. Call it what it is. Or admit the goal was never clarity—it was narrative control.”
Tucker Qatarlson encourages young men to get hooked on Nicotine pouches that he manufactures in India.
Because you know, he’s so “America First” and all.
The guy has no self awareness.
What type of person would get young men addicted to a substance and bad habit? Gee, I wonder who…
I drove forty miles across Texas and counted flags.
Sixty-one. I counted again on the way back and got sixty-three, because two had gone up while I was gone.
A car dealership had one the size of a house. A plumber's truck had one on each door. A porch. A bikini, at the lake. A mailbox. A coffin, being carried into a church, and then, at the gas station across the street, a hat.
In my country the flag belongs to the state. It flies on government buildings on holidays and is put away by a man with a key.
Here I could not find the man with the key.
The salesman at the dealership said the flag was theirs. The plumber said his was his. A woman on her porch said, "Honey, it's mine," in a tone that closed the subject.
Nobody had been issued one. Everybody had bought their own.
I bought one. A neighbor showed me the rules, which nobody had ever written down for him either. Up at dawn. Down at dusk, or lit. Never the ground. Folded thirteen times into a triangle. He did the folds with me four times until my hands knew them. He said, "There you go," and did not say why he knew.
I have folded it four hundred times since. There is a light I could buy. I have not bought the light.
In my country the flag belongs to the state.
In Texas it belongs to a plumber named Ray, and to the dealership, and to the woman on the porch, and to a bikini at the lake, and on holidays the state has to ask to borrow it.
They lend it gladly. They have sixty-three.