I don’t really think it’s about me Karoline. I think it’s about the idea that we all have fallen down and that we all wish we could be a little kinder to each other. And we all hope for a little grace and understanding when we get honest with ourselves and the world. And we all have that friend or brother or parent or son that has fucked up but fought to get back on their feet. Or that may be you. Or it may be the one that lost the battle and we are mourning them every day- and asking why couldn’t he fight for himself. Whatever it is- it’s not about me. It’s about all of us. So I genuinely ask you to forget about me- and reach out to someone you love who is struggling and tell them you’ll fight alongside them if they will fight for themselves.
Kyle Kulinski on Trump crying about Jimmy Kimmel’s joke: “We are not fucking doing this anymore. You make nuclear threats on a regular basis. You triple-tapped an elementary school you bitch. You bombed a hospital. You’re arming and funding a genocide in Gaza. You are the war criminal of all war criminals. You are the terrorist of all terrorists. You don’t get to go on a colossal murdering spree and then whine about mean language”
“I observe daily, folks on-air and in print, acting like the Trump's dysfunction is some recent phenomena - and I can tell you, with first hand knowledge, it has been a part of his life for decades.
The drug abuse, racism and predatory behavior I spoke out about beginning in 2015 were no secret on the set of his reality show and beauty pageants. My colleagues allowed NDAs and apathy to keep them quiet, which was not an option for me. Not so much out of bravery but a realization that there was nothing on the other side of a Trump presidency: he is that destructive.
However, it still seems quite hard to find a mainstream discussion of the threats we face by his mental instability and addictions.
I told Hillary Clinton’s campaign everything I knew about Trump in October 2016. This was after the debate where he compulsively sniffed and menaced her throughout. The outreach was initiated by HRC campaign staff through mutual connections we shared from working on Obama’s two presidential inaugurations and my colleagues that worked on Clinton’s campaign, and they seemed to take me seriously.
I think they believed the former First Lady, Secretary of State and U.S. Senator was assured victory after the release of the ‘Access Hollywood’ tapes until the waning moments of her campaign when they were of course blindsided by then F.B.I. Director James Comey’s ill-timed shenanigans.
I also believe everyone involved wasn’t truly aware of the extent and efficacy of Russian interference into that election, which continues to power the MAGA machine to this day. Kushner played an outsized role in that interference and has yet to face any real scrutiny or repercussions.”https://t.co/9wzfHGf5ma
Don’t worry, the country is safer than it’s ever been. There’s a drunk Fox News host in control of the military, a podcaster in control of the FBI, and a heroin addict in charge of Health. And don’t forget the dramatic, dementia-ridden pedo president.
Everything is just fine.
We are called "the elderly." But that quiet label hides something most people rarely stop to consider. We are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists.
Look at us and you might see gray hair, slower steps, and the patience that time teaches.
But listen to our story — really listen — and you'll realize something extraordinary.
We are the only generation in human history to have lived a fully analog childhood and a fully digital adulthood.
That's not a small thing. That's one of the most breathtaking journeys a human being has ever been asked to make.
We were born in the 1940s, 50s, and early 60s, into a world still rebuilding from the rubble of World War II.
Our toys were marbles and hopscotch and card games at kitchen tables. When the streetlights flickered on, that was it — childhood adventures were over, and it was time to go home. No smartphones. No streaming. No endless scroll.
We built our memories in the real world. With scraped knees and laughter echoing down streets and friendships formed face to face.
In 1969, we sat in living rooms staring at black-and-white televisions as Neil Armstrong took humanity's first steps on the Moon. Hundreds of thousands of us stood in muddy fields at Woodstock believing — really believing — that music and community could reshape the future.
We fell in love to vinyl records spinning on turntables. We waited days, sometimes weeks, for handwritten letters to arrive. We learned patience because information didn't come instantly. Mistakes were fixed with erasers — not a delete button.
Then the world transformed.
Machines that once filled entire rooms shrank to devices lighter than a paperback. We went from rotary phones and party lines to seeing the face of someone we love on the other side of the ocean — instantly, on something that fits in a pocket.
We watched the birth of the personal computer. The arrival of the internet. The smartphone. Artificial intelligence.
And through every single shift — we adapted.
Not because it was easy. Because that's what our generation does.
We also carry the weight of history in our bodies.
We grew up afraid of polio and tuberculosis. We watched science defeat them. We witnessed the discovery of the structure of DNA, the decoding of the human genome, the transformation of medicine itself. We survived pandemics across decades — and kept going.
Few generations have been asked to absorb so much change in a single lifetime.
And through all of it, certain things never changed.
We still know the joy of a cold glass of lemonade on a hot afternoon. The taste of vegetables picked straight from a garden. The value of a long conversation that unfolds slowly, without a screen interrupting it.
We have celebrated births and mourned losses. Carried the stories of friends who are gone. Watched the world become something our younger selves couldn't have imagined — and found ways to belong in it anyway.
We are not relics.
We are living bridges between two entirely different worlds.
Our memory carries something the modern world needs — proof that progress doesn't have to erase wisdom. That speed doesn't have to replace patience, kindness, or reflection.
So when someone calls us elderly, we can smile.
Because behind that word is something remarkable.
We crossed two centuries. Witnessed eight decades of transformation. Walked from handwritten letters to artificial intelligence — and never lost our sense of what actually matters.
Watch the top of the screen when the news team appears and look at their facial expressions.
OMG embarrassing listening to this guy talk about a damn pen.
Donald Trump is lying about our deadly strike on the Iranian school.
He is lying and the press needs to say as much.
Don’t use words like “contradicts” or “at odds with.”
He’s a lying liar who lies.
And the media needs to cut the bullshit and call it what it is.
You know, in the end, Trump’s name will be synonymous for the single most evil and destructive person to ever hold the Presidency, and it won’t even be close.
“I killed 500,000 people by botching COVID, wrecked our economy with a foolish trade war, set loose murderous domestic secret police, ripped off Americans in billion-dollar crypto scams, covered Epstein, sold out our allies, started a second Great Depression and World War III” is a hell of a resume.
Friends,
A unanimous federal jury finds Trump liable for defamation,and orders him to fork over $83,300,000.
OK.
So what does Trump do? He has the DOJ representing him in his ongoing appeal. I.e. Lawyers for free.