My statement on Marsha Blackburn's refusal to debate:
I don't need Marsha Blackburn to give me a platform. I already have one.
The people of Tennessee gave me that when they made me the nominee, an election I won by nearly 70% compared to Marsha who got merely 43% of her own party.
The truth is she doesn’t want to stand on a debate stage because she can’t tell you what policies she stands for.
She doesn’t want to take the questions because she thinks she only has to answer to her dark money donors.
She doesn’t want to have voters see she has nothing to offer besides culture war talking points, not plans for everyday Tennesseans. But the voters see through this.
And they see her for what she is - a coward.
So, I’ll still be there. I’ll still be answering the questions voters have. After all, this is a job interview. Just looks like I’m the only one showing up.
Marsha, it's time to face the voters and answer their questions. Here's where I'll be—with or without you.
September 30, 2026: Brentwood, TN
October 3, 2026: Nashville, TN
October 9, 2026: Memphis, TN
October 16, 2026: Knoxville, TN
It's time to stop running from voters. I'll meet you on the debate stage, @VoteMarsha.
Imagine growing up in absolute dirt poverty in east Tennessee, daughter of a tobacco farmer, going to school wearing rags your mother stitched into a coat, and when you die the British royal family has its military band play your up-the-workers country-pop anthem in tribute.
please everybody do not forget how important dolly’s philanthropy towards impoverished & illiterate communities in the south & appalachia was. i’m so so heartbroken
Taylor waiting for trump to use 3 of her songs to copyright strike him all at once so he doesn't get to exploit the 90-day copyright strike expiry policy is a crazy level of genius. All he needs now is one trademark strike and his account will be out just in time for the midterms
Dear Joe,
I wish I could sit down with you face to face and explain why so many of us were offended by the UFC fight on the South Lawn of the White House.
For me, it had nothing to do with the UFC or who showed up for the fights. The brand you and Dana have built is a bona fide American success story. More power to you. As for the fighters, in my book, anyone brave enough to put it all on the line in the arena is remarkable to witness. Their dedication and discipline inspire me. I don’t understand anyone who can’t admire that.
And as for the people who attended, I, for one, love Shane Gillis. I think he’s hilarious and brilliant. It was a show. A once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. I can’t blame anyone for wanting to witness it firsthand.
My problem is that I believe some of our public spaces are sacred. And unlike many of the great powers that came before us, these American monuments belong to all of us. Not to whoever happens to hold power at the moment.
The White House does not belong to Donald Trump. It does not belong to any President. It belongs to the people. To treat it as Caesar treated the Colosseum is antithetical to everything our founding fathers fought for.
This is not Rome. Presidents are not emperors doling out bread and circuses for the peasants. The White House is the People’s House. This “celebration” could have happened in any stadium within a stone’s throw of the South Lawn. No one would have had an issue with it.
But that was obviously Donald Trump’s whole point. By holding the event on the South Lawn, what he was saying to the rest of us is:
“This is my house. I own it. I will do with it what I please. I’ll build a colosseum and have the gladiators fight under my gaze. I’ll tear down the East Wing. I’ll pave over the Rose Garden. I’ll cover everything in gold and marble. I’ll erase the names of all the men who came before me.”
The fights were an exhibition of imperial domination, not a celebration of our 250th anniversary as a democracy.
The White House is not Buckingham Palace. It is not the Palace of Versailles. It is not the Forbidden City of Beijing. It does not belong to an emperor, or a king, or a commissar.
The White House belongs to us. All of us. The person who sits behind the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office is nothing more than an honored guest. A temporary caretaker.
The President is our servant. Not our Caesar.
Respectfully, Hunter
P.S. Cage match between me and Don Jr.? Your call on the venue. Anywhere but the South Lawn.
I don't know why any of you haters are surprised I'm the one actually engaging here.
You're the ones who've obsessively pored over the 10,000 photos, the 30,000 text messages, and the 128,000 emails from my hacked iCloud and stolen devices.
If I am anything, I am prolific.
You know what you won't find? Any of the most heinous, hateful things you keep posting about me.
What you'll find from me here is the same thing you found there.
Total transparency. Finally on my terms. Not yours.
Don't mind me, I'm just anthropomophizing Taylor's first 6 albums imagining them singing "I knew it, I knew you" when she got them back and tearing up. Nothing to see here