Tyler Longval

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I represent 761,000 people. On Tuesday, three billionaires spent $32 million to destroy a colleague who disagreed with them on one line item. I have not disagreed on anything in fourteen months. I want to tell you about a word I lost.

The word was "no."

I don't mean that rhetorically. I mean I cannot recall the last time I pressed the red button in the House chamber. I looked it up this morning. Had to look it up because I couldn't remember it unprompted. H.R. 4217. Fourteen months ago. It's in the Congressional Record like an artifact from a man who no longer exists.

Thomas Massie lost his primary Tuesday night. Most expensive House primary in American history. $32 million total. He voted with the President 84 to 90 percent of the time. His crime was the remaining ten. One line item. One appropriation. One "no."

Cost of that no: $32 million from donors who have never set foot in Kentucky. The Secretary of Defense in a sport coat calling him a coward at a rally, the first time a sitting Defense Secretary has appeared at a congressional primary in modern American history. An AI-generated deepfake depicting him in a hotel room with two Democratic congresswomen, pornographic, funded by a Super PAC, running in heavy rotation in his district during the evening news. Stephen Miller calling his thirteen years of fiscal conservatism "siding with Democrats to defund ICE." The President calling him a bum, a sleazebag, the worst Republican in history. Three Truth Social posts in ninety minutes.

All of it for the word "no." One syllable. Two letters. $32 million.

I remember the first time I said it.

January 2003. My first term. An omnibus appropriations bill. $397 billion. I'd campaigned on fiscal responsibility. I believed what I'd said. I walked from my new office in Longworth to the chamber floor and I counted the carpet squares. I remember that. Counting. Forty-seven squares from the elevator to the door. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From something else. I didn't have a word for it then either, but it was the opposite of what I feel now. I pressed the red button and my chest filled with something warm. Like my body was confirming a decision my brain had already made. Like the button and the belief were the same circuit.

Twenty-four years ago. I was that man. The man who shook pressing a button because the button meant something. Because pressing it was a sentence you were saying out loud to 761,000 people: I disagree and here is why.

The word was "conscience."

That's what I called it in 2003. By 2014, I called it "the Tea Party mandate." By 2019, "principled opposition." By 2022, "pragmatic concerns." By 2024, I stopped calling it anything. The word narrowed each year. Like a hallway getting shorter. I didn't notice when I stopped walking. You don't notice a word leaving your vocabulary. You reach for it one morning and find empty space where the concept was.

Massie held the word. Thirteen years. Every omnibus. Every continuing resolution. Every debt ceiling increase. Every foreign aid package. He pressed the red button and his chest filled with whatever mine used to fill with in 2003 and he called it the same thing I used to call it and he meant it the way I used to mean it.

He was replaced by a man whose family operates a 1,200-acre agritourism birthday party venue in Shelbyville. Petting zoo. Corn maze. Hayrides. U-pick strawberries at $3.99 a pound. The soybeans are a tax classification. The "Navy SEAL hero" added a fourth Bronze Star to his biography the month he became a candidate. The "Trump loyalist" left the Republican Party in 2016 because of Trump and came back in 2021 after Trump left office.

I don't say this as mockery. I say it as a specification sheet. You don't want a replacement congressman with an MIT engineering degree and patents in haptic robotics. Patents indicate thinking. Thinking introduces variance. Variance is risk. You want a compliance product. Pre-tested messaging. Zero ideological fingerprints. $14 million in someone else's convictions loaded like firmware. The spec sheet works. The corn maze doesn't introduce FARA legislation. The corn maze doesn't file amendments five days before its own execution. The corn maze votes green. Every time. That's the spec.

Nobody in Congress said a word about the deepfake. I need you to sit with that. A foreign-interest lobby ran AI-generated sexual imagery of a sitting United States congressman, pornographic, funded by three billionaires who have never visited his district, distributed during the evening news, targeted at elderly voters. And 434 of his colleagues watched it happen and said nothing.

The President mocked his dead wife. I need you to sit with that too. Massie's first wife Rhonda died in 2024. His high school sweetheart. They met at MIT. They built the off-grid house together. She died. He remarried in 2025. The President of the United States posted: "His wife will soon find out that she's stuck with a LOSER!" A sitting president. Mocking a widow's new marriage. To a man whose actual crime is voting against a spending bill. And 434 colleagues absorbed that too. In silence. Not one statement. Not one objection. Not one "this is beneath the office." The silence held because the silence is the product.

I said nothing. About the deepfake. About the dead wife. About any of it. Saying something is a vote. I don't cast those anymore.

Wednesday morning I walked from Rayburn to the chamber. The bells rang. I counted the carpet squares again. Forty-seven. Same as 2003. My hands were not shaking. Nothing was warm. The hallway was quiet. Nobody stopped me. Nobody whipped me. Nobody needed to. The system no longer requires operators. Kentucky was the last manual input. From Wednesday forward the mechanism is self-enforcing. A thermostat. The temperature never deviates because the furnace already knows.

I inserted my voting card. I need to be precise about what happened next. My thumb moved to the green button before I finished reading the title of the bill. The thumb knew before the brain. The brain is no longer consulted. It is a vestigial organ in this process. I vote the way you unlock your phone. Muscle memory. The decision was made fourteen months ago and everything since is an echo.

The edge of my card is wearing unevenly. The green side is polished smooth from repetition. The red side still has the factory texture. Sharp. Untouched. I held the card up to the light Wednesday morning and looked at it. The physical evidence of what I've become, embossed in plastic. A machine that presses one button.

In March I drafted a Dear Colleague letter opposing an appropriations rider. Three paragraphs. Fiscal responsibility. Deficit language I've used for twenty-four years. The same language every Republican in Congress used from 2009 to 2017. The letter is in my drafts folder. Between a constituent reply I answered and a fundraising schedule I followed. The two things I still do. Answer and follow. I don't initiate anymore. Initiation is a vote.

Thursday a second-term member stopped me outside the cloakroom. He asked how you know when a bill is worth opposing. He's twenty-nine. He's been here fourteen months. Same duration as my silence. He has never seen a "no" vote from anyone in leadership. He was asking how dissent works the way you'd ask a museum docent how a rotary phone works. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Not because I was being careful. Because I genuinely did not have an answer. The knowledge is gone. Not suppressed. Uninstalled. The way a language dies when the last native speaker dies. I am not the last speaker. The last speaker was removed in Kentucky on Tuesday.

A colleague drafted a co-sponsorship for Massie's AIPAC Act on Tuesday afternoon. FARA reform. He deleted it Wednesday morning. Nobody called him. Nobody threatened him. He deleted it the way you delete an unsent text at 2 AM. The self-preservation is automated now. You don't need to be threatened. You threaten yourself. The overhead is zero.

I want to be honest about something I noticed Thursday morning.

I read the appropriations summary. The one I would have opposed in 2003. The one Massie opposed on Tuesday and was destroyed for. I read it at my desk at 6:40 AM with coffee. And I agreed with it. Not performatively. Not as survival. I read the summary and thought: this makes sense. This is a reasonable allocation. I agreed with the spending.

And then I stopped. Because I couldn't tell when I started believing that.

Was it before Kentucky or after? Was it before fourteen months of green buttons or after? Did I change my mind, or did my mind change itself the way a river changes course, slowly, through erosion, until one morning the water is somewhere else and you can't find the old bed? Is this compliance or is this my position? Can I locate the seam between what I choose and what I've been trained to choose?

I sat at my desk for a long time. The coffee went cold. I couldn't find the seam. It's gone. The compliance and the belief have merged into one thing and I cannot take them apart. I think the spending is correct. I think Massie was naive. And I don't know if I think that or if $32 million taught me to think that and the teaching was so gradual that I experienced it as my own conclusion.

That is what I want to tell you. Not that I'm afraid. Not that I'm coerced. That I can no longer tell. The word "no" didn't just leave my voting record. It left my mind. The button and the belief are the same circuit again. Same as 2003. Except in 2003 the circuit was mine.

Sometimes at night I think about—

No. I sleep fine. I told you. I sleep fine.

Tuesday night I watched the concession. Massie stood in front of his supporters — people who drove hours, who knocked doors, who believed the word still existed — and he said this: "If the legislative branch always votes with the president, we do have a king. But if lawmakers follow the Constitution, we have a republic."

The crowd cheered. They chanted "2028!" They chanted "President!" They still have the word. It lives in that room in Kentucky, in the throats of people who drove to a concession speech on a Tuesday night because they still believe dissent is a right and not a luxury good priced at $32 million.

I heard the quote. I sat in my office in Rayburn and I heard it and I knew it was true. If the legislative branch always votes with the president, we have a king. The next morning I walked forty-seven carpet squares and voted with the president. I knew what I was making. I made it anyway. The quote is true. I know the quote is true. The quote costs $32 million to act on and I don't have $32 million. So the quote is true and I am making a king and I am doing it with a green button every time the bells ring and I will do it tomorrow and I will do it next week and the truth of the quote changes nothing because truth doesn't have a budget.

Truth has a concession speech.

He lost by 4.4 points. $32 million for 4.4 points. $7.27 million per percentage point. A few thousand voters in a district of 478,000. That's how thin the margin was between a republic and a king. The width of a streaming subscription. The thickness of a bumper sticker. The weight of the word "no" when three billionaires are standing on it.

The word was "accountability."

The President ran on releasing the Epstein files. I was there. I heard the applause lines. My constituents want those files. They write me. They email. They stop me at diners. Thomas Massie confronted the Attorney General in a hearing room. He read the names from the unsealed documents. He called the redactions a cover-up to her face. She cited the Dow Jones Industrial Average. Then Massie posted a public proof-of-life. "I am not suicidal. My brakes work. I practice good trigger discipline." A United States congressman certifying his own continued existence because he asked one question about one file.

That was the cost of asking. Before Kentucky. Before $32 million. Before the price list was published.

Nobody will ask again. I won't ask. The files will remain redacted. Not because they're classified. Because the last man who demanded them in a hearing was made into a price tag, and the price tag is now mounted on the wall of every congressional office in the building.

The President ran on no more wars. Massie voted against every foreign military authorization for thirteen years. Every one. He took Article I, Section 8 literally. Congress declares war. Not the President. The Constitution is plain text. He read the plain text. He was the only Republican still voting no on blank-check authorizations by 2024.

He is gone now. The next authorization will pass without a recorded vote. Because recorded votes are accountable votes and accountable votes cost $32 million.

"Release the files." "No more wars." "Drain the swamp." Campaign promises. Bumper stickers. Applause lines. Every single one required one thing from Congress. The word "no." No to redactions. No to cover-ups. No to unauthorized war. No to the budget that funds the swamp.

The man who said "no" is gone. The voters who cheered for accountability voted for the candidate endorsed by the machine that destroyed the last accountable man in the building. I don't say this to blame them. I say this because both things are true simultaneously. The voters wanted accountability. The donors wanted compliance. Compliance has a budget. Accountability has a bumper sticker.

$32 million divided by 478,000 voters in Kentucky's 4th district. That's $66.95 per constituent. Sixty-seven dollars per person to override an entire district's will. Less than a streaming subscription. Three billionaires from Manhattan paid the dinner check for 478,000 people and ordered for them.

There is a woman in my district. Peggy. She has been to every town hall I've held since 2003. Twenty-four years. She brings a yellow legal pad. She writes down my answers in blue ink. She told me once, in 2011, outside a VFW hall, that she keeps all the pads in a box in her closet. A box of my positions. Dated. Transcribed. Fifteen years of promises in her handwriting.

I haven't held a town hall in six months. I don't know how to stand in front of Peggy with her legal pad and explain that the box in her closet is an archive of a dead language. That the man who said those things doesn't exist anymore. That somewhere between 2003 and this Wednesday his vocabulary was narrowed and his button was automated and his chest stopped filling with warmth and he started sleeping fine and agreeing with the spending and he doesn't remember when any of it happened.

I don't know what Peggy would write on her pad now. There's nothing to transcribe. I don't say things anymore. I press a button. The button is green. It has been green for fourteen months.

Liz Cheney lost by thirty-seven points. Bill Cassidy finished third. Third. In his own primary. For a vote five years ago. Ten Republicans voted to impeach. Eight are gone. Elon Musk promised to support Massie. "I will." Two words. Ten months of silence. Zero dollars. The world's richest man decided one endorsement was priced too high.

C-SPAN recorded Thursday's vote. Green across the board. Unanimous. Historians will see consensus. They will not see 434 people who watched Kentucky and did the math. Consensus and compliance are identical on camera. That is not a flaw. That is the product.

You elected me twelve times. You knocked on doors. You put signs in your yard. You trusted me to say "no" when no was the right answer. Here is what your trust buys in 2026.

A man who walks forty-seven carpet squares and feels nothing. Who presses green before he reads the title. Whose card wears unevenly. Who drafted a letter and will never send it. Who watched AI-generated pornography of a colleague funded by three billionaires and said nothing. Who did the math in eleven minutes and slept fine. Who lost a word and then lost the word for losing it. Who agreed with the spending Thursday morning and cannot tell you whether he chose to agree or was trained to agree and knows the difference no longer matters.

Your congressman is loyal now. Your files are sealed. Your wars are unvoted. Your swamp is funded. The man who was doing what your bumper sticker says is in Kentucky now. Powerless. Replaced by a corn maze with a compliance guarantee.

I'm loyal. That's the word. The only one left.

The word was—

[Clint Russell @LibertyLockPod]

Last week we ran a moneybomb and raised $1.3 million for Massie from thousands of small donors

The very next day Miriam Adelson signed a check for $1.3 million to offset our efforts

One Israeli donor offset thousands of American voices because Massie forced the Epstein files release.

Yesterday they deployed a blatant hit piece against Massie from a woman who had made the exact same claims against her ex husband. The courts threw that case out. She's clearly nuts.

Did thst stop Con Inc. from running with the story as hard as possible?
Nope.

They have deployed tens of millions and smeared the best congressman in America because he doesn't kneel to Israel. Oh and he has the most conservative voting record in the GOP.

See, what makes our side different is that we defended Trump on the E. Jean Carroll and Russian Collusion ops.

But Con Inc. has no honor. None.

They don't work for America. They work for Wall Street and Tel Aviv.

The Massie primary vote starts tomorrow (early voting) and ends on Tuesday May, 19th.

It is the most important race in the country. It will decide if being honorable is a death sentence in D.C.

If you can donate, donate. If you can door knock, door knock. If you can only scream about it online, do that.

All hands on deck.

Our country hangs in the balance. Thomas Massie may be our last line of peaceful defense.

Do not let the traitors win.

[Mario Zelaya @mario4thenorth]

There’s a principle at the heart of every democracy: that the people get to decide. Not backroom deals or political maneuvering.

The people.

When a Prime Minister actively recruits floor crossings to manufacture a majority that voters never gave him, he’s telling every Canadian, those who voted for him and those who didn’t, that their voice doesn’t matter.

Mark Carney has faced no meaningful obstacle to passing legislation. His government has functioned. So the question becomes unavoidable: why pursue this path?

If not out of necessity, then out of what?

The answer is obvious: the pursuit of unchecked power.

And when Rosemary Barton gave him the chance to deny he was actively recruiting MPs, he couldn’t do it.

That tells you everything you need to know.

Canadians deserve a government that earns its mandate at the ballot box, not one that is engineered afterwards.

No real democracy should tolerate nor accept this as normal behaviour from their leader. It’s shameful.

[CARLA⚡️ @carlabitcoin]

The Grinches of Tyranny

[Jason James @jasonjamesbnn]

To anyone still in denial about what's transpired over the last 8 months, here's a breakdown for you:

It has long been China's aspiration to break up the 5 eyes alliance. For nearly 80 years they were the key military intelligence network that lived at the heart of NATO and western trade. The strategy was to infiltrate the political and industrial centers of the weaker links (Canada, New Zealand, Australia), turn Britain through its banking sector, and isolate the United States.

In Canada it started with Trudeau Sr and ended with Trudeau Jr. Mark Carney was installed as Liberal leader to finish the job. Carney and Brookfield are deeply invested in China, and are part of a global banking cabal that appears to favor China's hard technocratic version of communo-fascism.

ESG, SDG's, DEI and all the other leftist acronyms are the products of China and Maoism.

Digital ID's are a Chinese invention. Now they've arrived in Europe and will arrive in Canada shortly. The United States are creating their own system that they will introduce as a national security response, but nonetheless will be part of the same effort.

In this strategy the weak links are proactive, the power center is reactive.

The most difficult part of this strategy was always going to be separating Canada from the United States, considering our shared border, close trade relationship and near identical cultures.

Trade tariffs were inevitable in the post-Covid world. The US economy was suffering and simply could not afford to pay 200%+ tariffs on Canadian imports— or imports from anywhere else for that matter. Whether it was a Trump or Harris government, some form of rebalancing was coming. Trump was a gift to China since he is naturally a divisive figure with very little interest in press-friendly diplomatic rhetoric, so the anti-American campaign in Canada swung into action.

But what Canadians were unaware of was the fact that Canada was identified as a national security threat under the Biden (Obama) Democrats. AUKUS was created as an alternative to the 5 eyes. It was the same military intelligence network with Canada and New Zealand removed.

The problem here is that the United States was playing catch up and the damage was already done. CCP affiliated organized crime was using Canada as command central and were pouring millions of kilograms of cocaine, fentanyl and methamphetamine into the United States. The Liberal government's open borders were sending millions more illegal immigrants across the border.

The relationship was rapidly deteriorating. Trump's public reactions to it all sped up the rate of decay. Mark Carney arrived and gullible Canadians were duped into the "elbows up" slogan by way of their own spite and insecurities for having always been a distant runner-up to the American juggernaut.

It was a masterful fait accompli— one that utilized the true nature of metropolitan Canada against itself. They were never proud of who they are— they were always miserable, spiteful and angry. Elbows up gave them the means to finally express it.

And now here we are: a miles wide gap between ourselves and our brothers, clasping to China as an economic savior, willfully self-destructing to escape facing the reality of what we've become.

Somewhere in the darkness of hell Mao Tse-Tung is smiling.

[Marc Nixon @MarcNixon24]

Pierre Poilievre noticed.

They deleted “protect purchasing power” from the Bank of Canada’s mission.

Not a typo. Not an update.
A SIGNAL.

Carney is about to wreck your dollar.

[Steve Miller @StevenJonMiller]

❗️ALARMING NEWS❗️

If you fail to digest this shocking video then you may live in regret.

I recommend you listen, digest. You will be alarmed to this reality.

[Tyler Longval @TylerLongval]

@IanCarrollShow You gotta get your show over to spotify my dude

[Dr. Pat Soon-Shiong @DrPatrick]

https://t.co/ATMycjbTqk

[Calley Means @calleymeans]

Astounding. Reporters at RFK hearing have pre-written negative headlines.

[Tyler Longval @TylerLongval]

@peruvian_bull Just watch Canada as exhibit A

[Walker⚡️ @WalkerAmerica]

"That's why #Bitcoin is so brilliant… it removes humans from the monetary system for the first time in all history." - @peruvian_bull & @kinetic_finance go deep on the Federal Reserve on @titcoinpodcast in advance of their new documentary 🔥

[Tony Seruga @TonySeruga]

BlackRock, one of the world’s largest asset management firms, oversees a staggering $10.6 trillion in assets, which exceeds half of the U.S. GDP. It owns stock in 95% of Fortune 500 companies and is often hired by governments worldwide to manage financial crises and regular operations. Although BlackRock claims to be a passive investor, many believe it holds significant control over the global economy due to the sheer size of its assets and the companies in which it invests.

BlackRock, alongside Vanguard and State Street, forms the “Big Three” asset managers. These firms collectively own large portions of the global financial markets, which raises concerns about their influence. The rise of these asset managers began with the introduction of index funds in the 1970s, which allowed investors to invest in a broad range of companies at once, reducing risk and increasing returns over time. Index funds and ETFs (Exchange Traded Funds) are BlackRock’s primary products, and they enable the firm to buy shares in numerous companies and hold them indefinitely. This is what is known as “passive investing.”

Despite their vast holdings, the Big Three’s power lies not in ownership but in influence. By owning 3-10% of most major companies, they have significant voting power in corporate decisions. Even with a relatively small percentage of shares in individual companies, this is enough to make them some of the largest shareholders, which can sway board decisions and company policies. For instance, BlackRock and its partners own 16% of Amazon’s shares, surpassing even Jeff Bezos’ personal stake.

BlackRock manages assets primarily for institutional investors like pension funds, insurance companies, and university endowments. However, much of this money originates from everyday people through public and private pension plans, 401(k)s, college savings, and insurance. While these institutions seek strong returns, BlackRock’s profits come mainly from the fees it charges clients, not the performance of the investments themselves. This fee structure incentivizes the firm to grow its assets under management, leading to “universal ownership,” where BlackRock holds shares in virtually all major companies.

The concentration of ownership among a few asset managers has raised concerns about competition and monopolistic behavior. Since the Big Three often own shares in competing companies, they are less interested in fostering competition. For instance, BlackRock has significant stakes in companies like Nike, Adidas, and Under Armour, which diminishes the incentive for these companies to compete aggressively on price. This anti-competitive structure allows them to profit regardless of which company performs best, leading to higher prices for consumers and reduced market innovation.

Moreover, BlackRock and other asset managers have been criticized for contributing to wage stagnation. As corporate shareholders, they encourage companies to prioritize profits and shareholder returns over employee wages and benefits. Since the 1980s, corporate managers have been rewarded with stock options tied to company profits, leading them to prioritize shareholder interests at the expense of workers.

In terms of political influence, BlackRock is deeply intertwined with governments and central banks. The firm has hired over 80 former government officials and central bankers, creating a “revolving door” between business and politics. Larry Fink, BlackRock’s CEO, has served on influential boards like the World Economic Forum (WEF) and even attempted to become Hillary Clinton’s Treasury Secretary in 2016. During the 2008 financial crisis, BlackRock secured a lucrative deal from the U.S. government, further expanding its reach.

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[Ian Carroll @IanCarrollShow]

I finally am getting canceled.

This chick has a huge following on TikTok and she fully caught me and exposed my whole grift.

I’m really sorry to everyone I’ve hurt. It was fun while it lasted. I guess I’ll go back to driving Uber eats…

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[Lycos247 @Lycos82]

Things that make you go hmmm🤔🤔🤔 someone didn't realize the space started and he wasn't muted #ApesNeverLeft @VONNIEJustMe @StonksBatman @The1_RadioShow @S_O_J_K_A

[InvestorTurf @InvestorTurf]

GameStop and AMC Entertainment experienced over 30 trading halts in one day during their surge. So, why aren't there also 30 halts when they drop?
Simple answer: Rigged

Long Answer:
When stocks experience rapid increases in price, trading halts are sometimes implemented to allow the market to catch up and ensure fair trading. However, when stocks decline rapidly, halts are less common because market mechanisms are generally better equipped to handle downward movement. Halts are primarily used to prevent disorderly trading or to provide a brief pause for investors to digest information during extreme price swings.

[Ian Carroll @IanCarrollShow]

By all means, come join the team. This party is 🔥.

But know what you’re getting into and come with conviction if you’re gonna come party with us 🚀

[Ian Carroll @IanCarrollShow]

In case you’re wondering why the whole internet is talking about $GME today.

Can’t stop
Won’t stop
#GameStop

[Robert F. Kennedy Jr @RobertKennedyJr]

Who are these “rich men north of Richmond” that Oliver Anthony @AintGottaDollar sings about, and how have they made it nearly impossible for the average American to afford a home?

[Roberto Rios @peruvian_bull]

Peruvian Bull Meta Thread: A compilation of all my best work.

The central banks are trapped in a black hole of their own design. They will soon be forced to choose which to save- their currencies or the system itself.

The Dollar Endgame Thesis. 🧵🔥👇

https://t.co/78NQQZo4ac