Yesterday was my final day as Director of National Intelligence. I declassified and released never-before-seen documents exposing the truth about Fauci directing millions of US taxpayer dollars to fund dangerous gain-of-function research at the Wuhan lab, worked with the Intelligence Community to suppress the truth about his actions and hide the virus’ lab-leak origins, and lied to Congress while under oath in 2024. It’s time you know the truth. Go to https://t.co/tVwWp0TxZ4 to see for yourself.
Let me break it down in a simple way that I’ve been reporting from the beginning.
To invent a vaccine for a disease that didn’t exist, our scientific Einsteins used taxpayer money to partner with communist China to create the dangerous virus in a lab—So that they could create a vaccine for it.
Covid was a result of primarily US funded vaccine research, and that’s the thing they could not let you know.
They stopped at nothing to obfuscate, misdirect, cover their tracks, protect themselves, and controversialize anyone telling the truth.
The scientific establishment and media aided and abetted.
I can think of no more impactful, crimes and violations that have occurred in our lifetime.
I can’t speak for the entire country, but I can speak for my own backyard.
My baseball-obsessed 7 year old hasn’t ever so much as touched a soccer ball in his life and now he’s spending his evenings out here pretending he’s Flo Balogun.
I don’t think it’s possible to overstate the impact this World Cup will have on this sport’s popularity in America.
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
37 years ago, the Chinese Communist Party massacred their own citizens at Tiananmen Square.
The Chinese victims who escaped to America raised champions.
I think libertarians have lived in a fantasy world for so long they can’t get out of it. They’re out of touch with reality as it is. They’ve never won a thing except some local elections but they have made a lot of republicans lose around the country and boast about it.
To me that signals they’re good with democrats winning and that’s not ok.
No retrospective on the greatness of Old MALE Hollywood would be complete without 1992’s "Bram Stoker’s Dracula."
I saw it on the big screen at Philly's SamEric Theater, and it was truly a transformative experience.
Francis Ford Coppola delivered a dark, sensual, operatic masterpiece dripping with gothic atmosphere, romance, and pure masculine energy.
Gary Oldman's Dracula instantly became my favorite.
Anthony Hopkins as Van Helsing added to my joy.
Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder were...questionable, but the film was so glorious I gave them a pass.
And what really sold it was the thunderous score by acclaimed Polish composer Wojciech Kilar bouncing off the high ceilings.
No social justice sermons, no girlbosses.
Just pure cinematic greatness from a time when directors and actors were allowed to go all out.
Produced on a $40 million budget, the film went on to gross $215.9 million worldwide.
It won 3 Academy Awards for its opulent costumes and practical makeup effects.
Took Best Horror Film, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Writing, and Best Costumes at the 19th Saturn Awards.
But the most important part: it made me understand the true power of cinema.
That’s the Hollywood I miss.
R.I.P Genius and Creativity.