Today's peace deal was signed at the palace of Versailles in France. When Italy has a formal event or state dinner it is held at the Palazzo Quirinale in
Rome
When England has a state dinner, It's held at Buckingham Palace. When the United States has a formal event or state dinner, we have to install a tent on the White House lawn, put down a floor, (which ruins all the grass which has to be replanted) and bring in tables and chairs with concomitant labor costs. This is why a White House ballroom is long overdue.
I am William Pulte, and as of this morning the President Trump appointed me acting Director of National Intelligence of the United States.
I am thirty-eight. I have never held a security clearance, never served in uniform, never sat through a briefing that wasn't about interest rates. The President says I have deep experience in the safety and soundness of ten trillion dollars. He is right. I have spent two years deciding which Americans are sound and which are not, and now I get to do it with satellites.
You know me from Twitter. I invented Twitter philanthropy. I picked strangers at random and sent them thirty thousand dollars over Cash App, winners announced in the thread, and three and a half million people followed me to watch it happen. Is that a fanbase? It is a voluntary intelligence database, self-enrolled, fully consented, sorted by who needed the cash most. The desperate identify themselves, like fish swimming up to the boat. I only read the replies.
Before this I ran housing finance. I want to be clear about my method, because people call it political and it is not. It is real estate.
I noticed Lisa Cook had listed two homes as primary residences. Mortgage fraud. I referred her. Then I turned to Letitia James. Adam Schiff. Eric Swalwell. Fani Willis. One after another, the way you'd pull comps on a block before you buy it. I am a homebuilder. My grandfather was also named William Pulte, and he laid the foundations, the literal ones, poured concrete, raised the largest homebuilder in America. I inherited the name and the trade. I know what a house is for, and it is not for shaving a point off your rate, and it is certainly not for sitting in judgment of the President after I have your closing documents open on my desk.
The President removed Cook in August. A judge blocked it in September. The Supreme Court let her keep the seat in October. One of my deputies went on television and promised she will be charged no matter how the Court rules. I did not correct him. I never interrupt a man who is describing the future.
They have a phrase for what I do. Safety and soundness. I applied it to Jerome Powell, who refuses to cut rates and refuses to quit, which renders him, by my own definition, unsound. So I post at him. From my personal account, the same handle where I gave away the thirty thousand dollars, which has lately become the handle where I issue agency directives, because nobody instructed me to stop and I have never once stopped of my own accord.
I still run the FHFA. I chair Fannie Mae. I chair Freddie Mac. Nobody asked me to surrender any of it, so I kept all three, the way a careful man keeps the gas masks. I am the only person in this city who can pull your mortgage, your followers, and the President's Daily Brief from a single chair, and wire you a Cash App payment before I stand up.
The transition team asked for my hundred-day plan. I sent them a screenshot of my following list.
Here is how it works now. The tip line is a giveaway. Report a neighbor, get entered to win, winners announced in the thread. Americans will watch each other for far less than thirty thousand dollars, I have run the numbers, and the ones who do it for nothing are the ones I keep.
Everyone begins sound. Soundness can be lost. This is no longer a watchlist, you understand, because a watchlist names suspects and mine names all of you, which is broader, which is more fair.
I do not declassify documents. I retweet them. The President's Daily Brief drops at nine eastern, peak engagement, and the version with the names goes only to close friends.
Foreign intelligence is the identical trade on a wider street. Ask me which countries claimed two capitals as a primary residence. I have already referred three.
The GAO opened an inquiry into me. Into whether I abused my authority, as though authority came with some gentler setting. I welcomed it warmly. A federal probe is just the government admitting you matter, and I read their letter the way I read all correspondence now, as a roster of names bolted to addresses. They are still awaiting my response. It will come. The GAO leases its office, and I have studied the lease.
Tulsi stepped aside at the end of May. They wanted somebody quickly, somebody confirmed for something, anything at all, and I had been confirmed for housing back when the Senate still confirmed people. So I serve in an acting capacity. It happens to be my specialty. I have spent my whole life qualifying for posts the morning after I already occupied them, and the paperwork has always wandered around to my side eventually, the way a jury softens once it remembers where it parks.
My confirmation hearing arrives in the fall. Am I nervous? I have already read the file of every senator who will sit in that room. I have read the file of every reporter who will describe it. Two of them took my money in 2021, and neither gave it back.
The eighteen agencies no longer need to speak to one another. They need to speak to me. You can reach the entire intelligence community by tagging me, and most of you already have.
Like and retweet for national security. Winners announced in the thread.
Listen closely, because I am not whispering this into the void.
I am done.
Bone-deep, marrow-scorched, soul-fucking done with the slow-motion slaughter unfolding on X.
What was once billed as the last free-speech redoubt has metastasized into something far more sinister:
a gleaming digital abattoir where the good, the serious, the heterodox minds who still dare to think in full sentences are systematically bled out for sport.
The butchers? A coalition of liberal mass-report mobs armed with nothing but ideological venom and the platform’s own soulless AI enforcer…a pattern-matching automaton so devoid of nuance it might as well be lobotomized by committee.
Add in weaponized DMCA lawfare, an algorithmic contempt for anything longer than a rage-bait tweet, and a festering antisemitic sewer that somehow never triggers the same automated wrath, and you have the perfect execution chamber for anyone who refuses to play the dopamine-chasing game.
I watched it happen to me. And too many others.
Months of work… essays, threads, research, audience…vaporized in 2.5 seconds because the mob found the right keywords and the machine lacked the courage, the intellect, or the integrity to ask why.
This is not moderation.
This is psychological warfare dressed in silicon.
The ancient human circuitry for ostracism and status annihilation, supercharged by frictionless report buttons and trained on activist datasets, now runs the show.
Conservatives, classical liberals, truth-tellers… anyone who refuses the script…get disappeared while bots, trolls, and medieval Jew-haters flood the replies with blood libels that somehow slip the noose.
Meanwhile the rage-bait merchants and click-farming grifters chase impressions like junkies chasing the next hit, lying, baiting, manufacturing synthetic outrage because that is what the algorithm rewards.
I wrote the piece you are about to read in a white-hot fury that has not cooled.
It is not a polite complaint. It is a forensic autopsy of a platform that betrayed its founding promise with lethal precision.
And it is my public declaration of exile.
Because I have found my people on Substack.
Not perfect…nothing is…but here depth is not punished as inefficiency, long-form thought is not throttled as spam, and serious conversation can still breathe without the constant shadow of the blade.
X can keep its gladiatorial arena and its baying mob. I am building elsewhere.
Read what follows if you still believe ideas matter more than impressions.
If you are sickened by the same daily executions. If you, too, are done watching good people get erased while the platform that once promised liberation becomes their eager executioner.
The digital guillotine is real.
And it is hungry.
I'll check in from time to time but you know where to find me. I can no longer stand to be here as I once was. This place has devolved into nothing but bullshit and the people who could do something about it... Refuse. So good fucking riddance.
If you want to know what I'm up to you know where to find me. I have had enough of this place and I'm drawing my line in the sand.
If I post anything at all it'll be introductions to my work on substack. Nothing more and nothing less. This has become a shitshow and I am checking the fuck out.
https://t.co/yqDJgAzNFk
RE: My Rant on Thomas Massie Supporters
[THIS POST IS DIRECTED AT MASSIE SUPPORTERS AND NO ONE ELSE.]
I am sick and tired of Massie supporters stating how “disappointed” they are at me for calling out his constant perfidy.
I oppose Massie precisely because I so strongly support conservatism.
Massie always TALKS a good conservative game, but when push comes to shove and actual ACTION is needed, he is the Democrat’s best friend.
Don’t cite some rating agency’s “conservative score” for Massie in a feeble attempt to contradict me. When his vote is not needed, he votes conservative. But when his vote IS needed, he grandstands as the toxic narcissist he is, mumbles about his precious “principles,” and then ensures that things go the Democrat’s way.
Politics requires some level of compromise. Always has. Always will. Anyone who refuses to ever compromise does the bidding of the people he/she disagrees with. Massie talks about supporting Republicans while his actions and inactions (the ones that actually matter) support Democrats.
And Epstein? Show me what Massie has done that actually holds criminals accountable on the Epstein matter. And guess what? Criticizing Massie on his disgusting exploitation of Epstein victims for his own personal gain does not make me a “pedophile protector,” you ignorant, libelous tools.
There is a reason that the New York Times, rabid Marxist Ro Khanna and Crazy Candace Owens all support Thomas Massie. If you are a Massie supporter, I adjudge you as being indistinguishable from the NYT, Khanna and Crazy Candace.
That’s the company you keep, you conservatism-hating Massie supporters.
Don’t like it? Don’t follow me. Go follow the Krassensteins, as that’s where your beliefs align as a practical matter. Now beat it.
(And no, Israel did not pay me $7,000 to post this, you paranoid antisemitic monsters.)
****RANT OVER****
“WE’RE DONE PRETENDING THIS IS NORMAL”
Vani Hari Just Slammed Trump on Behalf of MAHA, Says the Administration is Protecting Bayer/Monsanto:
“You cannot tell Americans to eat “real food” while protecting the cancer-causing chemicals sprayed on it.
You cannot stand with families and side with one of the most evil corporations in the world.
Let's be honest. We wouldn't be here right now if President Trump didn't sign that executive order.
We wouldn't be here right now if they weren't inside this building arguing on Monsanto's behalf.
We wouldn't be here right now if they didn't submit that amicus brief and that recommendation to the Supreme Court to look at this case when they've lost all over this country.
You cannot stand with families and do that.”
@TPUSA Remember, nobody commits 33 billion dollars annually and 215,000+ employees to vague Hallmark platitudes like "building bridges."
They commit that to do a coup on the United States.
This was written on day 545. Today is day 582.
Dear, dear Mr. President
As I sit here on Palm Sunday, and the 545th day as a political prisoner, I'm compelled to write you. This is the second letter I've written from prison. The first one was also to you. So grateful to the millions of people who have voiced support and stood by me like you through this continuing ordeal that continues behind these prison walls. All the support and my faith continues to give me hope.
My agony and frustration, while unimaginable for many, falls a far second to the urgency and silence I see on the real reason I am here and continue to be here — the electronic voting machines.
As a successful business owner for thirty two years before I ran for and was elected to office, I felt my skills could benefit the citizens in my community and put an end to the three and a half hour wait times in our Motor Vehicle dept. Charged with a multimillion dollar budget, five division, three location offices, I accomplished what many critics thought impossible in achievements — all within budget.
What I did not plan for nor anticipate was uncovering the source of the "selected" public officials that most thought were elected. A secret so fundamental to the un-balance of power in our government from local city council, school board elections all the way up, as you know, to president. This is explained partly in my first movie Selection Code on my website https://t.co/S5anW5edzx.
Why I am writing now is due to the daily unending urgency I feel to speak out. The midterms will be "won" by the opposition as we've seen in Virginia, New Jersey, New York city and across the U.S. if the machines are allowed to continue to be used. That is a certainty.
This is what keeps me up at night and makes me feel what I exposed that landed me here seems to be for nothing after five years of its discovery. I am a federal whistleblower but see no progress to the elimination of the machines made in China and proliferated throughout the U.S.
Other countries like France, Germany, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Israel all count the ballots by hand. That system worked in the U.S. for two hundred years and can again if you get rid of the machines. These machines do not meet federal standards.
I experienced and personally observed the votes being switched during my 2022 secretary of state race against Jena Griswold. This is a real national threat and if allowed to continue will steal our country once again. The push back against many "elected" officials to support security and transparency in elections exposes their obvious complicity in the use of machines in our voting that they once spoke out vehemently against (see movie Selection Code for the clips) and any safeguards for the people's vote and voice.
With much appreciation to God I have a voice and the people responsible for putting me here can never take that away. However now is the time to act to safeguard that we have a country that assures every legitimate vote counts.
The obvious disparity between the nine year sentence and Colorado senator that got probation for the similar crime is evidence of the voices hell bent on keeping me in prison to punish me for revealing the truth but still five years later the machines are still being used. Why are we letting them win? Those are the true criminals that seek the devastation of our great country. When judges and politicians champion the release of murderous criminals and minimize the rights of the innocent and truth tellers, it's very easy and plain to identify the enemies within. I believe God has called each person to choose good or evil.
A popular quote, "the only way for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." It's time to act.
Getting rid of the complex, flawed voting machines will bring liberty and justice to all and restore our faith in elections and guarantee our representatives duly do represent the people they serve. God bless you Mr. President and your family for the courage and sacrifice you've shown to this nation. In duty and service I remain
Yours truly, Tina M. Peters
The DOJ has ONE WEEK left to charge Anthony Fauci for the worst cover-up in modern medical history.
He lied to Congress about funding gain-of-function research in Wuhan. Millions died. Trillions were spent. And Fauci walked away with book deals and fawning media coverage instead of handcuffs. I re-upped my criminal referral to the DOJ because the evidence is overwhelming, and justice has been delayed long enough.
RT if you’re ready to see Fauci behind bars.
Farmer Joel Salatin shares a simple way you can help a local farmer thrive.
“One of the neatest things a non-farm family can do is patronize a couple of these small farms.”
“Be part of that income that enables them to actually be full-time.”
“I think there are few things more noble than an actual plan to say I’m going to be part of a
farmer’s success.”
@JoelSalatin
VIRGINIA republicans beware as we go into midterms that @RepJenKiggans voted AGAINST removing a pesticide liability shield from the Farm Bill and did NOT support @realannapaulina’s amendment. She is a MAHA TRAITOR
UPDATE | USA… the White House is about to receive something that no policy, no ceremony, and no State Dinner could ever match — three babies — and I need every American reading this right now to stop for one moment and feel what that means — Karoline Leavitt, who stood at that briefing room podium for 39 weeks straight without one single complaint, is days away from holding her baby girl — Usha Vance, who showed up to every ceremony, every event, every moment her husband needed her while carrying their child inside her, is almost there — and Katie Miller, Stephen Miller’s wife, who has quietly stood beside her husband through everything, is right there too — three women, all in their final weeks, all carrying new life inside them, all having given this country everything they had while doing it — and I want every American reading this at whatever hour you are seeing this to close your eyes for one second and just pray, one simple prayer, that all three babies arrive safe, that all three mothers are healthy, and that the White House which has carried so much heaviness these last few days gets to finally exhale with the kind of joy that only a newborn baby can bring into a room — because after everything this week has held, America deserves a good news moment, and I genuinely believe God is about to give us three of them at once.
God, please watch over Karoline, Usha, and Katie tonight. Bring all three babies into this world safe and healthy. The White House is ready for some joy. If you are praying for these three families tonight… say it below. Let them feel every single one of us.
#fblifestyle #KarolineLeavitt #JDVance #StephenMiller
🔥The Farm Bill that includes my 🥩 PRIME Act pilot just passed the House!
This is a game changer for farmers — and provides access to locally raised beef, pork, and lamb for consumers!
We also stripped the immunity/state labeling ban for pesticides from the Farm Bill. MAHA!
I am fucking furious.
Still. It's intensifying.
I am motherfucking done with both these necrotic parties that have turned the Republic into a whorehouse where the Constitution gets gang-raped nightly and the only debate is which pimp gets the bigger cut.
But the Republicans...oh, the Republicans.
Those spineless, ball-less, invertebrate sacks of tactical faggotry.
I reserve a special circle of hell for them.
They didn’t just fail to fight; they held the door open, offered lube, and apologized for the inconvenience while the left sodomized every last institution we built.
They watched the country get bent over the altar of “progress” and their only contribution was a strongly-worded press release, a fundraising email, and a performative prayer circle for the cameras.
Pussies.
Clinical, pathological pussies.
Not the garden-variety yellow-belly pussification of ordinary men...no. This is a sophisticated, highly-evolved strain of moral cowardice that would make Nietzsche vomit.
These are men who have internalized the enemy’s frame so completely they now police their own side for “extremism” while the other side burns the village down.
They are not conservatives; they are managed opposition. Domesticated wolves who traded their fangs for 401(k)s, Fox News green rooms, and the warm approval of people who despise them.
They don’t lack power. They lack the will to use it.
And that, my darlings in rage, is the blackest pathology of all:
the suicide of the strong by their own hand.
Philosophy calls it acedia...the sloth of the soul that masquerades as prudence. I call it what it is:
treason with better haircuts.
I see blood because I see the autopsy of a civilization being performed in real time by people who swore an oath to protect it, then spent the next four decades negotiating the terms of its dismemberment.
Every time a Republican “leader” lectures us about “democracy” while another federal agency is weaponized against us, another border is erased, another child is chemically castrated in the name of tolerance, another trillion is printed into the pockets of their donors...I feel the ancient Roman in me rising with a gladius and a simple question:
When do we stop pretending these people are on our side?
They aren’t.
They are the polite face of the same metastatic cancer. The Democrats are the tumor that wants to kill the host quickly and loudly. The Republicans are the tumor that wants to kill it slowly, tastefully, while assuring the host it’s all perfectly legal and bipartisan.
I loathe them with a purity that borders on religious. Not because they are evil in the cartoon sense, but because they are weak in the most dangerous way possible:
the weakness that flatters itself as wisdom. The weakness that smiles, nods, and passes the next omnibus bill while Rome burns and they roast marshmallows on the flames.
Fuck them.
Fuck their “principles.”
Fuck their “statesmanship.”
Fuck their carefully calibrated outrage that always arrives two years too late and five degrees too polite.
I will not let this go.
I will carry this rage like a blade between my teeth until the day either the Republic is reborn in fire or I am lowered into the ground still snarling.
There is no third option.
There is no “both sides are bad so I’ll just grill.”
There is only the cold, clear recognition that one side is actively destroying us and the other side is masturbating to the polling data while it happens.
And history, that merciless bitch, will not record their careful excuses.
She will record only the blood on their hands...and the fact that they washed them in the same sink as the people who held the knife.
So here I am teeth bared, eyes full of murder-light.
Not asking for permission.
Just waiting for enough real men to finally admit what I already know in my marrow:
The Republicans didn’t lose the country.
They surrendered it.
And I will never, ever forgive them for it.
💀⚖️🗡️
Why do I feel like I’m screaming into an abyss—like people still aren’t getting it?
Stop blaming Thune like he’s some rogue actor. He’s doing EXACTLY what Senate Republicans put him there to do: stall, sabotage, and run out the clock. This isn’t on THUNE alone. Every single Senator who allows him to stay in leadership is responsible. They hide behind him as the excuse, and he’s more than willing to take the heat because he is McConnell 2.0.
Same playbook. Same results. UNIPARTY politics—and he couldn’t care less.
I've tried rewriting this to be less angry…
Screw that.
I'm fucking sick and tired of the GOP pretending like they can't do anything.
WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN "WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING"???
Don't any of you realize what's at stake here?
Do any of you actually give a damn about the country or where Democrats will take it once they gain power?
Are you not paying attention AT ALL to what's happening?
If Democrats win the midterms... it's over.
Fucking done.
No DOGE cuts.
No Executive Orders codified.
No opportunity to cut legislative regulations.
None of it.
And guess what happens after that?
They start passing bills.
They actually do everything you won't do, for God-only-knows-what-reason...
They nuke the filibuster DAY ONE.
They start ramming through insanity.
Transgender plays in Uganda are back.
Elmo in Afghanistan comes back.
NPR/PBS funding is back.
ICE gets defunded.
ALL OF THIS IS ON THE TABLE AND YOU DO...
…NOTHING TO TRY TO STOP THE ABSOLUTE SHIT STORM THAT IS ABOUT TO BEFALL YOU????
YOU CAN’T EVEN PASS THE SAVE ACT SO AT THE VERY LEAST WE CAN HAVE ELECTION INTEGRITY???
YOU WON'T DEFUND THE FUCKING TALIBAN????
WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE GOP????!!!!!!
The playbook is obvious.
It's been staring you in the face this entire time.
Yet you are content to ONCE AGAIN TAKE LOOOOOOONG vacations and make bullshit tweets, Fox News appearances and cringe-ass TikTok videos and do podcasts blaming Democrats.
WE DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK ABOUT YOUR CONTENT.
NOT ONE!!!
We want you to deliver results.
That's ALL WE HAVE EVER WANTED FROM YOU.
Do any of you seriously think you'll win again without Trump on the ballot to drag your sorry asses over the finish line?
You think you'll be able to come back home and look us in the eye and make up excuses for why you didn't deliver?
No way.
Maybe that worked for you in the past, but not this time.
The stakes are far, far too high.
Stop talking about what you’d do, “if only you had the power.”
You have power. Right now. Today.
And if you’re too cowardly to use it… then STOP ASKING FOR MORE OF IT FROM US.
“We can’t do anything” is no longer a valid excuse for your pathetic performance, it’s just a confession that you don't care enough to try.
It’s you admitting you’re fine with losing.
You’re fine with the country going to hell in the hands of the Left.
Would you PLEASE fight for us by actually PASSING LAWS????
Use every lever you’re allowed to touch and make Democrats explain, on record, why they’re voting the way they’re voting.
Put clean, single-issue bills on the floor and make them vote yes or no.
Make them OWN it.
If your own GOP leadership blocks it? Then NAME them. LOUDLY.
Don't let them hide. Be relentless.
All gas, no breaks until the midterms.
I am literally watching you treat the most important moment in politics like a content calendar...
...and I’m telling you right now, our collective patience for this crap is GONE.
And Trump won't be there to save you either when it's election time and you ask us for votes and we ask you for your record.
None of us are asking for perfection.
We’re literally just asking for ANY PROOF AT ALL that you care about America enough to save her.
Deliver results.
Or don’t be surprised when the people you keep taking for granted stop showing up to rescue you from yourself.