🇺🇦🇪🇺🇬🇧I’m appalled by politics and its lack of common sense. we all have more in common than we know. no DM’s selling crypto, nft’s or special pictures.
Don’t stop believing. It’s a cheesy Song by journey. But life’s a bit of a journey and well, it’s important to not stop believing in something. #bekind
@SBarrettBar I can’t decide if you’re a bot, paid by Isreal or by Putin. The things you say are so ridiculous it must be one of them!?!?! Or maybe just a clickbait thing? But you don’t have enough engagement for that to be profitable. Pathetic really, posting utter BS.
@RealJamesWoods This is just bullshit. I expect better from you. Much better. We are NOT "standing on the edge of the Islamist abyss". If you were really concerned about keeping power in the hands of the people, you would not have elected Trump.
Russia Russia, Russia was never a hoax. It was never disproven. He was never vindicated by it. It was another lie you were dumb enough to believe. Look at what he has just done recently for his buddy Putin, who likely has a video of him doing something HORRIFIC to a child.
Robert Mueller died last night.
He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving.
He had integrity.
And tonight the President of the United States said good!
I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good.
I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word.
Good.
This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather.
That is what is happening. That is what has happened.
The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming.
America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner.
And the church said nothing.
Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary.
Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him.
Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart.
JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn.
These men are something more painful than monsters.
They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again.
Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing.
Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less.
That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him.
And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it.
When Trump is gone, they will still be here.
Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous.
That morning is coming.
Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say.
He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true.
He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad.
The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it.
That is all it needed to be.
A man died. His family is broken open with grief.
That is all it needed to be.
Instead the President said good.
And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸
Gandalv / @Microinteracti1
Another day another day of Donald trump showing us all exactly what a piece of sh1t he is re the death of ex FBI chief Robert mueller .trump is the worst example of a human I have ever encountered .I thought Margaret Thatcher was evil but this cvnt is human trash .must go .
Why does the Europe, Middle East and China not ask Trump to drop all tariffs, admit that the US lost the war and delivering the Epstein files in return for peace in the Middle East? We can then concentrate on Russia. At least the rest of the world can get on the their lives.
Hegseth: “Our ungrateful allies in Europe should be saying one thing to President Trump: thank you.”
Are you f**King kidding me!!!!! Trump has shit all over us (UK) & Europe from insults & tariffs to tantrums about Greenland then the worst of all shittin all over our war dead from Afghanistan... we came after the USA cried for help.
So f**k you @SecWar
@fleurmeston My father died last month, we had his funeral last week. My mother and my family had to listen to him begging to go for months. He was 90 bed bound with stage 4 cancer. Not being able to help him felt cruel. The palliative care nurses were amazing and have so much experience.
@trussliz You are an absolute joke of an ex PM. Trump will be an absolute joke of an ex president. Nobody will remember either of you in a positive way in 10 years time.
Hi @FoxNews — small clarification.
We appreciate that international media such as FOX News highlight the effective work of interceptor drones. The footage shown in this segment features STING — a Ukrainian interceptor drone developed by engineers at Wild Hornets and used by Ukrainian air defense units to destroy Shahed-type drones.
This result is the outcome of a long and difficult path taken by Wild Hornets engineers together with Ukrainian soldiers, and we would be grateful if these achievements remained properly credited.
We also deeply appreciate all the support we receive and are very grateful for the trust people place in our work.
You can see more interception footage and feedback from Ukrainian soldiers on our page.
More about STING:
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I'd like to assure the Catnadian people and their staff that this government is working to help unfreeze @Number10cat's Twitter account.
Please continue to spread the word, especially the members of the press and Parliament who follow me.
#FreeLarryTheCat
Darren Grimes, you pathetic little Brexit cumstain, with your greasy rat-face and that nasal whine like a choking chihuahua mid-fuck. Deputy Leader of Durham? More like Deputy Dildo, riding Farage's shriveled cock for scraps while your "Reasoned" shitshow flops harder than your limp Brexit boner. Talentless twat, flip-flopping faster than a whore dodging STDs—go crawl back up your own arse, you irrelevant wanker. No one gives a shit.
Rupert Lowe, you sniveling cunt. Booted from Reform like the bullying twat you are for threatening your boss and slagging off women in your office. Your pathetic "Restore Britain" wank-fest preaches deporting millions while your Covid test firm raked in £7.9m profit and pocketed £100k furlough cash like a greedy pig. Failed Southampton chairman, farm boy whose guns got seized after your drama—you're a limp-dicked has-been whose midlife crisis "revolution" is as useless as your tiny balls. Go fuck yourself, you hypocritical prick.
Elon Musk, you pretentious bald fuck with a micro-penis and god complex—you blew $44B on X to stroke your fragile ego after endless ratioings. Your Teslas are flaming deathtraps, SpaceX rockets are pricey fireworks, Neuralink fries brains, and your Mars fantasy is cult bait. You breed kids like a stray dog but can't hold a wife 'cause you're a narcissistic shithead. Suck a bag of dicks and fuck off to your red planet.
@DeborahMeaden@Frances_Coppola What happened to the survivors from the balgrano in the fawklands war? I believe that was actually the first sinking by torpedo since ww11?