I am the man who put Donald Trump on the Madison Square Garden videoboard during the national anthem at Game 3 of the NBA Finals, and I want you to understand that I did it on purpose, with a joystick, the way you'd guide a drone into a hornet's nest you built yourself.
I run the board. I am the board. Forty feet of LED above center court and I decide what twenty thousand people look at, which means tonight I decided what twenty thousand people would feel, and I felt it land in my own chest a half-second before it hit theirs because I am the only person in this building who knows the sound is coming before the sound comes. I cut to the suite. I framed him dead center, presidential, the first sitting president ever at an NBA Finals, and I held it, and I have never been more sober in my life, I have not had so much as a beer, the network does not let me, and that is the problem, because sober is the worst possible state in which to hear what I heard.
The boo. Not a boo. The boo. Twenty thousand human throats finding the same note without rehearsing it, a chord nobody conducted, the building itself growling through my speakers which are technically my speakers, I run those too, and underneath it, threading through it like a man trying to start a lawnmower at a funeral, a "USA" chant, somebody's lonely "USA, USA," and the two sounds wrestling in the air I am responsible for, and me up in the booth thinking, with total clarity, I did this, I made the room make this sound, this is the loudest thing I have ever built and it is made entirely of strangers disagreeing about a man on a screen I aimed.
He salutes. On my board. Forty feet of salute. And here is where my hands start doing the thing, not shaking, worse, working, perfectly, twelve years of muscle memory operating the joystick while the rest of me has left to go stand at the back of my own skull and scream, because I am framing the salute beautifully, I am giving the salute the heroic low angle, I am the best in the league at the heroic low angle, and the better I frame it the louder they boo, and the louder they boo the more the broadcast loves it, my producer in my ear going THAT'S IT HOLD IT HOLD IT, and I hold it, I always hold it, holding it is the entire job.
Nobody up here is on anything. I need you to know that. We are stone sober in the booth, eating the same cold arena pretzel we eat every night, and we are manufacturing the single most charged human moment in America tonight with the same six joysticks we use for the kiss cam. The kiss cam. I want to lie down. The same rig that finds two strangers and makes them kiss for a laugh, I just used to find a president and make a building roar, and the rig does not know the difference, the rig has no politics, the rig serves the boo and the cheer with the exact same obedient little servo whine, and so do I, God help me, so do I.
Here's the part. After. When they cut to commercial and the roar drains out and the game comes back and everyone forgets, the moment doesn't belong to him and it doesn't belong to them. It's mine. It's in my board's memory. I made twenty thousand people feel the realest thing they'll feel all week and it was a camera move. It was a camera move I practiced.
I didn't film the moment.
I aimed it.
And tomorrow there's a hockey game, and I'll aim that too, and the building will roar for something else, and it will be just as real, and I will be just as sober, and I will hold it.
I always hold it.
Let me show you guys how overtime the TPUSA crisis PR team is working to smear me. We’ve just learned via email that they are inserting a puff piece regarding Erika “the Widow” in the upcoming US Weekly issue which will focus entirely on demonizing me. They’ve been working on this massive piece for weeks, but only just informed me the piece is done and I have 24 hours to respond before their publishing deadline.
You are pathetic, @MrsErikaKirk. The full court of press, influencers, government agencies and expensive crisis PR teams can continue to fight your battles but the only result is that the world gets to learn more about you, not me.
I am plenty aware—thanks to all of the employees you fired— that it has been your hand from the beginning directing people to attack me because I was a loose end that would have never fallen in line with the betrayal of Charlie for Israel.
I am also plenty aware of the phone calls you made to the White House and to attendees trying to lobby people not to attend the Catholics 4 Catholics prayer event that I was speaking at.
You operate behind the scenes but you are as transparent as they come.
Send me a signed copy of the issue once it’s published. We’d love to hang it in our studio.
Xx
hearing that Huda was trying to coerce Chris into having sex w her here on Love Island and y'all let her walk away scotch free to millions of followers and fame will forever rub me the wrong way...
“Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is” - Drake on National Treasures
Toronto Police Service was seen parked outside Drake’s home for the duration of both Kendrick Lamar’s concerts while he performed on Toronto 😂😂😂😂😂😂 can TDE lunch speak on this?
Admiral Robert Harward is GOING VIRAL
Here are BOTH CLIPS UNEDITED of the interview from 5/18 and yesterday 5/21
People are saying it is NOT HIM it is someone else WEARING a mask. To me it looks and sounds like two different people, but both are of him
Watch and tell me what do you think?
Akademiks says he talked to Drake about him dropping three albums at once:
"We both agreed, and he's like, 'Yo, this is why I'm different from these guys.' He's like, 'Yo, months later, while these guys are wondering why their guy can't drop nothing, all the girls are gonna be in the party singing all the HABIBTI songs. And in June, MAID OF HONOUR is gonna be going crazy.'"
"My man knows demographics, something that the crip-walking champion does not know. Y'all boy like, 'Squabble Up, Squabble Up,' all that sh*t, man, we ain't trying to do burpees to no song."