BREAKING: Aaron F. Farinacci, of Spokane (37), has been arrested on suspicion of first-degree arson in connection with the Old Trails Fire as crews continue battling devastating wildfires that have destroyed hundreds of structures and forced tens of thousands of people to flee across the County.
Farinacci was arrested around 5 pm Monday & is being held on $1 million bail. He is scheduled to make his first court appearance Tues & has a previous felony manslaughter conviction in Arizona.
On Saturday at 10 am, a citizen who lives in the area reported seeing a man bending down along the side of the road near Euclid Road and Old Trails Road. The witness told deputies they saw the same man again while driving home and contacted the Airway Heights Police Department.
An Airway Heights police officer located the man about 1.5 miles from where the fire started, questioned him, collected his contact information, and released him at the time.
Detectives with the Spokane County Sheriff's Office spent the following days gathering evidence, building the case and working to locate the suspect before arresting Farinacci on Monday afternoon
The fires have destroyed about 700 structures, many of them homes, and forced as many as 65,000 people to evacuate.
Big Tent? Fuck that circus shit.
Gavin Newsom keeps peddling this bullshit about the Democratic Party being some big, beautiful, inclusive tent. Meanwhile the goddamn clowns already seized the means of production, abolished the fucking borders, and decided prisons are “problematic” because “nobody’s disposable” ... except the murder victims, those poor bastards can just rot, I guess.
Bill Maher just spent an entire monologue screaming the obvious in the plainest English possible: the DSA crowd isn’t hiding behind “democratic socialism” anymore.
These absolute psychos are quoting Marx, crying over the fall of the Soviet Union like it was a tragedy, demanding the state impoverish the white middle class, and openly declaring the end goal is seizing the means of production.
That’s full-blown fucking communism with better lighting and a blue checkmark.
And the party’s response? Dead fucking silence so loud you can hear it from the donor suite. Only eight House Democrats could even drag their cowardly asses to sign a pledge that said “we are capitalist, not socialist… we are proud, not ashamed of America.” Eight. Out of two hundred and twelve spineless pieces of shit. The rest needed more time to workshop their feelings about the Cold War while the radicals keep winning primaries.
James Carville, the most true-blue Democrat left breathing, already walked. “There’s just some shit I can’t be in the same tent with.” Maher’s standing at the exit right now muttering the same goddamn thing.
When your own liberal comic and your crusty old Democratic attack dog both look at this tent full of communist clowns and start calculating the fastest way out, the branding is finished. Dead. Over.
This isn’t a smear fight anymore. It’s a quote fight. And the quotes keep pouring out of that tent like sewage.
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@EdwardMaumbauer@nicksortor It's the North side. I am about 6 blocks from the area where the fire jumped the river. There are 3 major fires in our area right now. There will be many houses lost. So sad.
I had a dream last night that Michael Crichton was still alive and he wrote a book called “Two Weeks to Stop the Spread.”
The book’s main character was a megalomaniacal, narcissistic senior US health official who was using NIH funds to work with China to engineer a virus designed to wipe out the world’s elderly and infirm populations, thereby decreasing the public health and expense burden foisted on younger generations.
Other main characters included a wildly popular, populist US President who was destroying the trade imbalance with China and revitalizing the US economy (and who was running for a second term), a shadowy mastermind in the Chinese Communist Party, a secret cabal of major US news network executives and a consortium of US state governors from large, Democrat states.
The shadowy Chinese figure determined that releasing the virus into the wild would devastate the world economy, thus making the US President’s re-election unlikely (in favor of a dim-witted candidate whom China had been blackmailing for decades).
The shadowy Chinese figure called a meeting with the US network heads and the Democrat state governors where they agreed to wildly overstate the threat of this new virus, effectively grinding the US and world economies to a halt so that the 90 IQ, blackmailed Presidential candidate of choice could gain the Oval Office.
The story is told in the form of diary entries by the megalomaniacal, narcissistic senior US health official who lays out the whole plot from start to finish while constantly basking in the glow the network executives created for him.
The story has one hero, an enterprising and honest physician who constantly speaks out about the actual origins and effects of the virus, only to find his professional and personal lives destroyed for speaking truth.
Years later the megalomaniacal, narcissistic senior US health official’s diary becomes public, vindicating the enterprising and honest physician, except nobody apologizes to him or gives him his life back.
In my dream, nobody would publish the book, even though Michael Crichton was the author, because the story was too far-fetched and unbelievable.
Then I woke up.
The New York Times just took a steaming pile of Fauci’s own diary pages, wiped their ass with them, and called the result “reflection.”
Eleven hundred fucking pages of that smug little bastard writing down the truth ... scientists telling him deliberate insertion was on the table in January 2020, him personally strong-arming de Blasio to lock New York’s kids out of school, quietly admitting Atlas was right about the children while he kept the schools shut anyway, calling the FBI a bunch of clueless assholes for believing the lab leak, jerking off to Julia Roberts getting dry-mouthed at the sight of him, shopping for million-dollar prizes “as usual” like a fucking narcissist at a trophy store ... and the paper of record turned it into a story about a “furious debate” started by “a Republican senator.”
They quoted the safe bullshit. They paraphrased the radioactive parts into “the others were not sure.” They buried the school-closure lie in paragraph 31 like a dead body and closed with some warm Medal of Freedom nonsense so the reader would walk away tasting Bush’s dick-sucking praise instead of the actual stench.
That’s not journalism. That’s industrial-grade media laundering. When the documents are too hot to bury, these cockroaches just rearrange the furniture until the reader’s eyes land on something soft and safe. Quote the celebrity. Soften the scientists. Call the contradiction a “tidbit.” End on the windshield notes about the poor overworked genius who never goes home.
Meanwhile the real Fauci is right there in the diary: the same piece of shit who felt “much better” once the Proximal Origin authors were back on the reservation, the same asshole who got elite private care for a pulmonary infarction while ordinary people reporting the same injury got gaslit into silence, the same fame-hungry little tyrant who collected adoration the way other men collect parking tickets.
He sits his ass down tomorrow with a preemptive pardon in his pocket. The lights are on. The towels under the door aren’t going to save them this time.
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Today I finally understood something about Donald Trump that I had been missing this entire time. And when it hit me — it hit me completely. Because, look at who this man chose to surround himself with.
Not billionaires.
Not people born into power.
Not people who had everything handed to them.
Karoline Leavitt — 27 years old. Ice cream shop girl from New Hampshire.
Trump looked at her and saw something the entire world missed.
Made her the youngest Press Secretary in American history.
Susie Wiles — a woman who has spent her whole life quietly strategizing from the background.
No fame. No spotlight. Just pure brilliance.
Trump looked at her and said — you will be my Chief of Staff. First female Chief of Staff in American history.
JD Vance — a soldier. A boy from Appalachia who served his country in uniform before he ever served it in office.
Trump looked at him and said — you will stand beside me.
Pete Hegseth — a soldier who gave everything on the battlefield. Two Bronze Stars.
Trump looked at him and said — you will lead our military.
Marco Rubio — the son of a bartender and a hotel maid. Two immigrants who came to America with nothing.
Trump looked at their son and made him the first Latino Secretary of State in American history.
My wife heard all of this tonight and said, "Do you understand what Trump actually did?
He did not build a powerful administration.
He built an unbreakable one."
Because every single person in it knows what it feels like to have nothing. And people who came from nothing never take anything for granted.
Tonight, say one prayer for this entire administration. And say a bigger one for the man who chose them.
Then pass this to every American who needs to understand why this administration hits different from every single one that came before it (Jeff Roush)
Let me get this straight, there’s:
SNAP fraud
EBT fraud
Medicaid fraud
Medicare fraud
Home healthcare fraud
Daycare fraud
Medical transportation fraud
Hospice fraud
But we’re supposed to believe there’s absolutely zero election fraud?
They worshipped the hoax because the hoax served them.
The Steele dossier was pure Clinton-funded opposition research ... a sloppy pile of gossip, anonymous bullshit, and lurid garbage ... and these media whores treated it like it came down from Mount Sinai. They handed James Comey a goddamn microphone and let him peddle that piss tape fantasy on national television. They ran every “bombshell” with dramatic chyrons, solemn panels, and years of wall-to-wall speculation while pretending they were doing serious journalism.
Evidence? Optional. The accusation was enough. As long as it was aimed at Trump, these lying fucks couldn’t get enough of it.
Then the receipts started pointing the wrong fucking way.
Internal intelligence fights over China. FBI officials calling real dissent an “absolute red line.” Questions about why Chinese election meddling was treated like a serious threat overseas but got buried at home. Declassified records. Ballot security footage. A sitting president telling people to look at what had been hidden. Suddenly these same hypocritical pricks discovered “standards.” Suddenly claims had to be pre-vetted before the public was allowed to hear them. Suddenly CNN couldn’t air Trump live because the audience needed to be “protected” from dangerous information. Suddenly documents became threats, questions became disinformation, and skepticism was only required when it protected the narrative.
That’s the real fucking story.
The press didn’t learn caution from Russiagate. They learned how to ration credibility like it was a controlled substance. Rumors that hurt Trump got worshipped. Actual records that threatened the story got blacked out. They aired the smear, buried the dissent, then had the balls to congratulate themselves for protecting the truth.
They were never afraid of misinformation.
They were terrified of the moment the receipts made everyone remember exactly who sold the fucking hoax in the first place.
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