Darby Shaw

Real person, faux name (clients x political spectrum). Flight path: Hillbilly takeoff, coastal landing. Pro truth, pro humanity. Nice but fed up.

[John Collins @Logically_JC]

Where should we send him next?

[Rushi @rushicrypto]

The most annoying thing about being human on Earth right now is the absolute waste of potential.

Brilliant minds and artists could be solving world hunger, climate change, and ending cancer, etc.

We could house, feed, clothe, and care for everyone.

But instead, we’ve decided to let a handful of asshats become billionaires, start wars, murder and imprison people, and keep the majority in poverty while ruining the climate.

It’s so stupid. The wasted ingenuity hurts to think about.

[Molly Ploofkins @Mollyploofkins]

Who needs a $400K salary when you're using the office to make billions through crypto scams, bribes, and market manipulation?

[Gregg Nunziata @greggnunziata]

There are a lot of bad actors on the political scene, in both parties, but @SpeakerJohnson deserves special criticism. It's hard to think of a person who has so completely abdicated a crucial role, while spewing constant, corrosive, untruths.

[Alex Cole @acnewsitics]

Trump is doing to the U.S. what he did to all his businesses: siphon out as much cash as he can and leave the debts to the investors, in this case, the U.S. taxpayer.

[Darby Shaw @darbyshawjd]

@KrisLuckPhoto These are all excellent. Congratulations on the honorable mention!

[Bernard Taylor @BTForFL]

Do you remember in The Lion King when scar told the hyenas if they helped him become king he will make their lives better and then their lives didn’t get better and he blamed them for it.

And upon realizing this, the hyenas ate him.

Do with that story what you will.

[Roose @RuNoseP]

i do not care if Trump's comments result in nothing tonight. no one who even thinks of saying the phrase "a whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again" should be allowed to operate an ice cream stand, nevermind the most powerful office on the planet

[Raveena @raveena_aurora]

it’s crazy that 95% of people just want a nice normal life on our beautiful, already abundant planet where they can have their basic needs met and cute experiences with their loved ones and then we have these 5% of evil, narcissistic goons at the top fucking it up for all of us

[Darby Shaw @darbyshawjd]

@DemocracyDocket 📫

[DulceBiatch @BiatchDulce]

This!!
Nailed it! 🎯 🎯 🎯
Couldn’t say it better myself.

[Darby Shaw @darbyshawjd]

Great substack from Mark Jacob at Stop the Presses.
Fools are taken in by these people daily…and together they are ruining life for all of us as a result.

https://t.co/ADa57zV50R

[Gandalv @Microinteracti1]

Robert Mueller died last night.

He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving.

He had integrity.

And tonight the President of the United States said good!

I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good.

I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word.

Good.

This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather.

That is what is happening. That is what has happened.

The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming.

America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner.

And the church said nothing.

Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary.

Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him.

Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart.

JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn.

These men are something more painful than monsters.

They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again.

Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing.

Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less.

That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him.

And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it.

When Trump is gone, they will still be here.

Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous.

That morning is coming.

Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say.

He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true.

He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad.

The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it.

That is all it needed to be.

A man died. His family is broken open with grief.

That is all it needed to be.

Instead the President said good.

And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸

Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

[Darby Shaw @darbyshawjd]

@Acyn Has anyone considered the possibility that the worst cabinet ever suggested this be called an “incursion” instead of a war, and Trump doesn’t know that word so he’s using “excursion” and everyone’s afraid to correct him? I think excursion is the new “asylum”.

[Darby Shaw @darbyshawjd]

@Acyn Has anyone considered the possibility that the worst cabinet ever suggested this be called an “incursion” instead of a war, and Trump doesn’t know that word so he’s using “excursion” and everyone’s afraid to correct him? I think excursion is the new “asylum”.

[Jay Black @hellojayblack]

At the end of the day, it’s just bad people being supported by stupid people.

The whole world is suffering because someone turned “why isn’t there a WHITE history month?!” into a political party.

[Kate from Kharkiv @BohuslavskaKate]

ANNE APPLEBAUM: "Regarding Russia, the quantity of Patriot air-defense missiles, that has been used in just the last few days [in the Middle East] would have been enough to protect Ukrainian cities from the devastating blows to the electricity system over the past couple of months.

The United States has made a choice: it doesn't want to protect Ukraine or help Ukraine survive the war. Instead, we've decided to use that same capacity for this war of choice, one with an unclear outcome, against Iran. And the Europeans have seen that. The Ukrainians have seen it."

[Mike Levin @MikeLevin]

This is completely insane.

Polymarket is now taking bets on when nuclear strikes might happen, just days after hundreds of millions were wagered on the U.S. attack itself.

Let’s be clear: gambling on nuclear war or military operations where American service members’ lives are on the line is morally bankrupt. The DOJ and CFTC had active investigations into Polymarket that could have helped stop this, but those investigations were dropped after Trump took office.

I’m working on legislation to ban this permanently.

War is not a casino.

[AFRICAN & BLACK HISTORY @AfricanArchives]

If the child on the left was old enough to pick cotton and the child on the right was old enough to attend Klan rallies, then today's children are old enough to learn about both of these and how they've led us to where we are today.