It’s been more than three years since Gavin Newsom announced he was spending $750 million taxpayer dollars on 1,200 tiny homes for the homeless.
“And so what we are doing is we're deploying these 1,200-plus units. You can see these units are not just in every case for one individual, multiple individuals in these units. We're hoping to get them constructed within a matter of months and not years. I wanted to say the summer, but my staff said the press will attack us if we fall short, so they're saying the fall." - Gavin Newsom, March 2023
I hope you’re sitting down, but in more than three years Gavin Newsom hasn’t delivered on a single tiny home.
But I’m sure this time will be different…
Harmeet Dhillon: "So our Homeland Security has actually informed the state of New Jersey that there are potentially 35,000 people on the voter rolls who are not United States citizens who could be casting ballots. And New Jersey has been mum on that."
"That's why I'm suing New Jersey."
In short this is not a women's sports league. It's a joyless, angry, violent, race obsessed non-stop 2018 Oberlin struggle session filled with entitled lunatics unable to survive without someone else picking up the bill. They whine when they don't get attention, and whine 10x harder when they do. They whine hardest about the problematic "new fans" who quadrupled their pay, tripled their TV audiences, 10x-ed their franchise valuations, got them charter jets, and staved off their inevitable bankruptcy for 10 years or so.
I sincerely hope they achieve their dream of exorcising themselves of CC and all those dreaded "new fans," and return to their beloved Paradise Lost of half-empty 1000 seat high school gyms attended by girl fight fetishists with giveaway tickets printed on Subway Sandwich receipts.
The New York Times claims: "We acknowledge mistakes in our reporting with corrections. If you spot an error, please let us know at [email protected]."
OK, we spotted a big one in 2018. It's your Pulitzer submission for the Russiagate hoax you perpetuated. Will you correct it?
Let us know when you’ve delivered this message to Murkowski, Tillis, and your old boss McConnell (as well as his fundraising machine), given their constant “firing inside their own tent” on the SAVE America Act.
Hey @bariweiss, when Biden admin announced China obtained 40 million of Great Britain’s publicly available voter files @CBSNews covered it seriously. But when DJT announced China got 240 million of Americans voter files your team dismissed like it was no big deal. Why?
Notice how Nithya Raman just completely disappeared after they blocked us out of the general election?
She's not campaigning at all. Like a pickpocket disappearing into the crowd. Just a ghost. I told you her campaign was a scam. Colluding with Bass from the start.
In Louisiana, a man I had known for four hours invited me to eat at his home.
In Japan, this would require two years of restaurant dinners and a formal discussion about scheduling.
He drove me to his backyard. There was no table set. There were no plates.
There was a folding table covered in newspaper.
I assumed the dishes were still inside. I waited politely by the door.
He walked past me carrying a pot the size of a bathtub, tilted it over the table, and poured.
What came out was a red mountain. Crawfish, hundreds of them, tumbling across the newspaper with corn and potatoes and sausage and a spice so strong my eyes watered from six feet away.
I looked around for forks.
Nobody else was looking for forks.
A woman reached in with her bare hand. She picked up a crawfish, twisted off its head with one clean motion, and sucked the inside of it.
I need you to understand something. She was not performing. She was not being dared. This was Tuesday.
Everyone was doing it. Grandmothers. Children. A man in a dress shirt who had come straight from church and had not changed because the boil would not wait for a man to change.
He twisted. He sucked. He reached for the next one without pausing his sentence.
I have held a sword. I have trained to show nothing on my face.
I picked one up. The spice burned my fingers. I twisted the head. Something inside it looked back at me.
I sucked it anyway.
The flavor hit my whole mouth at once, and it was so good I forgot I was horrified.
I ate thirty. Then forty. The spice destroyed my lips by the tenth one and I kept going because the man next to me was still reaching and I refused to be the first to stop.
Then I noticed the boy across the table. He was five. Maybe six. He had a pile of empty shells in front of him twice the size of mine.
He was not concentrating. He was peeling crawfish the way other children breathe. Without effort. Without looking down.
A child was beating me at dinner in front of his entire family.
His grandmother saw my face. She said, "You doin' just fine, baby."
She handed me a beer.
I understood the beer was not a reward. It was medical.
By the end I was sitting in a plastic chair with newspaper ink on my elbows and spice under my fingernails. I had no plate. I had no fork. I had not used a single utensil in two hours.
In Japan, a formal meal takes fourteen steps. The angle of the chopsticks. The order of the courses. A bow before the first bite. A bow after the last.
In Louisiana, the instructions are: boil it, pour it on the news, stand around it with the people you love.
I have eaten kaiseki prepared by a man who trained for thirty years.
He never once served it on a newspaper.
He never once served it this well.
I asked the man when they do this again.
He said Saturday.
I asked which Saturday.
He said every Saturday.
The @washingtonpost put together this helpful list of motorist incidents with ICE.
All 17 involved either trying to run over ICE, speeding away into public, shooting at ICE or a helicopter, or assaulting/interfering with ICE.
https://t.co/C6ImQrKkbs
I tried to order a book documenting Native American attacks on settlers in New England and the only available copies were over $400. That's what a "banned book" looks like.
But the Left wants to pretend The Handmaid's Tale is some impossible to obtain, forbidden manuscript.