Bill Maher rips the media’s FlyDubai coverage: “The media is always a little reluctant to call it terrorism when it's obviously terrorism.”
“The original reporting was the two pilots had an altercation. Yeah, they had a little argument. ‘I think we should crash the plane. You don't.’ Agree to disagree.” 🔥😂
It is not a good sign when the IRGC shifts from "Death to America" to "Vote Democratic." The IRGC is reportedly encouraging Americans to vote against the GOP in the midterms. https://t.co/QwTj1I7nf4 ...
🚨 JUST IN: MASS WALKOUTS at the United Nations after Israeli PM Benjamin Netanyahu walks up to the microphone to deliver his speech
Applause and chants are breaking out in the room
Not EVERY country's delegation got up and walked out, but several did
Netanyahu is visibly UNFAZED
Let's be honest, the UN is freaking useless. IT'S ALL A SHOW!
@roitele1 Good visualization. Please firm up your representation of the Golan Heights. I interviewed the guy who engineered Israel's taking of it. See URL in next comment.
Zohran Mamdani and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez were spotted giggling as people wept during the annual reading of names during the 9/11 memorial ceremony.
The camera transitioned to Mamdani and Cortez after showing a man weeping as the names were read.
🇺🇸 The Boatlift That Was Bigger Than Dunkirk
At 10:45 a.m. on September 11, 2001, a Coast Guard lieutenant named Mike Day keyed a radio in New York Harbor and said the only sentence that mattered.
“All available boats. This is the United States Coast Guard. Anyone wanting to help with the evacuation of Lower Manhattan, report to Governors Island.”
The boats were already coming.
The bridges were closed. The tunnels were closed. The subways were dead. South of the towers, hundreds of thousands of people had nowhere left to walk. Some jumped into the Hudson. Some stood on seawalls that were never meant to be docks and waited for anything that floated.
Dunkirk took nine days to pull 338,226 Allied soldiers off a beach in 1940.
On 9/11, roughly 800 mariners on about 150 vessels moved as many as 500,000 civilians off Manhattan in about nine hours. Ferries. Tugs. Dinner boats. Pilot boats. Yachts. A retired fireboat. Rubber dinghies that held two people. The largest water evacuation in history.
NY Waterway did not wait for the official call. After the second plane hit, the whole fleet moved. Captain Rick Thornton nosed his ferry against a seawall that was not a slip and started taking people off. Some of them he pulled out of the river. His company alone carried about 158,000 people to Jersey City, Hoboken, Weehawken, Brooklyn, and Queens.
On a normal Tuesday they carried 34,000.
The Staten Island Ferry moved more than 50,000 people and came back the other way with water, bandages, and men who still had work to do in the dust.
The old fireboat John J. Harvey, already retired, tied up near the Museum of Jewish Heritage, took civilians off the seawall, then pumped water when the hydrants downtown died.
Lt. Day later admitted what the day required. “I broke more rules that day than probably I’ve enforced in my whole Coast Guard career.”
In raw numbers it was bigger than Dunkirk. No boat went down. By nightfall the southern tip of Manhattan had been emptied by people who were not on anyone’s list of heroes when the morning started.
They were tug captains. Ferry deckhands. Pilots. A lieutenant with a microphone. Ordinary boats answering one sentence.
All available boats.
A Hero That Trusted His Intuition.
The problem wasn’t that Morgan Stanley didn’t believe him.
Rick Rescorla had already been right once. After the 1993 basement bombing of the World Trade Center, the firm’s security chief walked the towers, studied the site, and reached a conclusion most people preferred not to hear: the World Trade Center was still a target. Next time, he said, it would not be a truck. It would be an airplane.
An airplane. In a 1993 report.
Executives listened. Then they looked at the lease.
Morgan Stanley was the largest tenant in the complex—twenty-two floors of the South Tower, thousands of brokers, and a trading infrastructure that could not be packed into boxes and wheeled across the Hudson.
They literally made it a trading center.
The contract with the Port Authority ran until 2006. Walking away from premium Manhattan space of that scale would have meant penalties measured in the hundreds of millions, plus the operational chaos of relocating an entire downtown machine. So the company stayed.
Rescorla adjusted. If they could not leave the building, they would learn to escape it.
He built a protocol and treated it like doctrine. Unannounced drills. No exemptions. Brokers who billed by the minute were pulled off their desks and sent into the stairwells two by two, starting from the top floors, leaving a lane for firefighters coming the other way.
People complained. He did not care. Practice, he believed, was the only thing that would beat panic.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, American Airlines Flight 11 hit the North Tower. From the 44th floor of the South Tower, Rescorla could see the fire. Then the Port Authority came over the speakers: the South Tower was secure. Stay at your desks.
Rescorla grabbed a bullhorn and ignored them.
He started the drill his people already knew by heart. Floor by floor, two by two, down the stairs. He sang as he moved—Cornish songs from childhood, then “God Bless America”—keeping the line moving, refusing to let the stairwell become a stampede. Seventeen minutes later, the second plane struck the South Tower.
By then, most of Morgan Stanley was already on the way out.
Of the 2,687 employees in the building that morning, all but 13 survived.
It was stunning.
Rescorla could have been outside with them. He went back up instead. Colleagues told him to leave. He said he would, as soon as he was sure no one was left behind.
He was last seen around the 10th floor, heading higher.
The South Tower fell at 9:59 a.m. They never found him.
He was one of the 13.
He was a hero in every sense of the word.
Remember Rick Rescorla, he remembered for us.
Bombshell: Erdogan's AKP set up a $6.2 million Washington HQ and met with Mehdi Hasan, CAIR, John Kiriakou, and....Tucker Carlson's business partner?
According to several FARA filings from the past year, submitted by the political party of Turkish dictator Recep Tayyip Erdoğan and which I personally reviewed, the party spent $6.2 million to establish a permanent Washington office that is now run by Halil Mutlu, Erdoğan’s cousin. This has already been reported on.
But what has not yet been covered is that in the three FARA filings going back to early 2025, nearly every one of Mutlu's logged activities is recorded as either "Discussion regarding U.S.-Turkiye relations" or "Public Event" — so the public has no clue what was actually discussed.
But several notable meetings stand out:
🔸️ On June 11, 2025, Mutlu met with Mehdi Hasan.
🔸️ In October 2025, he attended CAIR-NY's banquet.
🔸️ On April 23, 2025, Mutlu met with John Kiriakou, the disgraced former CIA officer who leaked the identities and classified operational roles of covert CIA officers to journalists, and now hosts a show on Russia state-run media. Kiriakou has spent the last several years promoting anti-American conspiracy theories. They met again on March 11, 2026.
🔸️ On March 12, 2026 — one day after the Kiriakou meeting — Mutlu met virtually with Neil Patel, almost certainly the same Neil Patel who co-founded the Daily Caller with Tucker Carlson, and is also a co-founder and current CEO of the Tucker Carlson Network.
About 5 weeks after the Patel meeting, Tucker hosted Kiriakou on his podcast. The Tucker Carlson Network is also publishing Kiriakou's forthcoming book.
Despite all these bizarre findings, a lot is still left unanswered. What the heck did Erdogan's cousin talk with all these people about? And why are we only learning about it from a FARA filing?
Mi nombre es Shani Louk, soy una joven judía de 23 años, fui asesinada por terroristas palestinos el 7 de octubre — mi cuerpo sin vida fue paseado por Gaza en la parte trasera de una camioneta de Hamás.
Los civiles inocentes de Gaza me ultrajaron con escupitajos, palazos, insultos y maldiciones. Yo les aseguro que no hay inocentes allí.
Me convertí en un símbolo internacional del terror que azotó ese día, pero yo hubiera preferido estar viva y continuar con mis sueños, como los de todos Uds.
No me olviden, soy Shani Louk.