@megynkelly@ShawnRyan762 might be right that JD should speak up and start talking to the press and disagreeing with what Trump is doing.
Loved the podcast but one thing missing is talking about educating citizens on how to research candidates and choose ones that align to them vs party.
@WhiteHouse@POTUS Please stop letting Israel put us deeper into something that is making life worse for Americans and the world. We are the super power not them. This needs to stop. I feel very disappointed right now.
@joekent16jan19 I pray to God for a reverse course on this. Israel cannot control the United States anymore. Thank you for being brave and patriotic for standing up for American citizens.
After much reflection, I have decided to resign from my position as Director of the National Counterterrorism Center, effective today.
I cannot in good conscience support the ongoing war in Iran. Iran posed no imminent threat to our nation, and it is clear that we started this war due to pressure from Israel and its powerful American lobby.
It has been an honor serving under @POTUS and @DNIGabbard and leading the professionals at NCTC.
May God bless America.
@sarahadams Recently watched your episode on Shawn Ryan. How can American citizen help to get FBI on board with protecting the homeland? Former social studies teacher who wants to help!
A message from a Kindergarten teacher:
After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:
“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”
No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”
My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.
When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.
But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.
My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.
And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.
They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.
The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”
As if kindness were a weakness.
Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”
Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.
But this last year broke something in me.
The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.
I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.
So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:
“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”
I sat on the floor and cried.
No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.
I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.
I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.
So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.
Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.
Love this administration transparency with the public. If you haven’t already, I highly recommend subscribing to the White House Weekly Newsletter. Change 2025! @POTUS
@realDonaldTrump, why is it that ABC 2020 has a special about the CEO killer that came out 2 weeks after incident, but nothing on the guys who tried to take you? This seems too planned? Stop the globalist trying to ruin this world:
@DOGE Can you investigate and share with the American people who has let Biden stay as President for this long? After everything we have seen and gone through in the last how many months. Why in the world hasn’t the 25th Amendment been invoked? Please for the sake of world peace.
@tedcruz please have Congress do something to stop Biden from increasing this war. We don’t need or want death and violence. America has voted for peace. Please stop this.
@POTUS WHY! Why are you promoting death and war. Stop, the people have voted and we don’t want what you offer anymore. Four months ago you backed out of the election. Why are you still running this country. There has to be someone smart around you to invoke the 25th amendment!!