🧵: I debated posting this thread, but after a lot of reflection, I feel compelled to share. On Saturday afternoon, I was in the children's section of a local bookstore. Luckily, I was there. I noticed an older man talking to a young female employee at the front desk. 1/10
This is pissing me the fuck off. As someone who manages gyms for the past 20 years in LA, let me clear something up about the “homeless” problem in LA- since this POS wants to generalize:
There are layers to the homeless problem in LA not everyone homeless is on fucking drugs. Not everyone homeless does not like rules. Not everyone who is homeless is some person trying to abuse animals. Do some actual fucking research on the problem and you will see it is a very layered conversation. There are some who are on the streets because of drugs and alcohol abuse. There are other others on the streets because of life situations that caused them to be on the streets. For example, this guy I interviewed when I was working on a documentary about the homeless problem who talked about how his mother didn’t have anyone but him and he had to drop out of school to help her only to become an adult with no education and no job opportunities and since she didn’t have anything to leave him when she died, he ended up on the fucking streets, not because of drugs not because of he’s trying to do something against the system, but because of life situations.
Then you have another layer of homelessness people who have cars a lot of people who have cars choose to live in their cars because of the cost of living in this overpriced city. They’re not on drugs. They’re not breaking the law. They just don’t wanna pay this expensive rent so they live in their car. They join gyms so they can have a place to come in and shower and change their clothes.
And as a veteran myself, it pisses me off to hear people talk about the homeless like this when people sit up on their asses passing veterans on the side of the road every single fucking day and do nothing about it, but wanna sit around and talk about how much they love the soldiers. 🙄 fuck off.
He’s a clown and has no business in charge of anything. He needs to return to the irrelevancy of his entertainment career.
Sincerely,
An Army Combat Vet
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I was a long time Trump supporter, I became a National Delegate to make certain Trump was seated as the nominee.
While en-route to Wisconsin, I learned of the attempt on Trump's life at the Butler rally. I was in the middle of having dinner at a restaurant in Little Rock, AR. We immediately got the check and left, I was very upset.
Prior to learning of the "assassination attempt" I was to scheduled to do an interview with The Washington Post, they had a reporter who was going to shadow me at the convention. He reached out to me after the shooting in a way that I found lacked concern for Trump, so I canceled the interview and did not allow them to shadow me.
The purpose of allowing them to follow me was to bring awareness to J6ers. One of the hats I wore at the convention dawned the images of 4 J6ers, that hat now sits in the Smithsonian.
At the convention of course there was massive concern for President Trump the consensus was it was divine intervention that saved Trump and we were all incredibly grateful.
On the night Trump spoke, he had the ear patch on and many in the crowd did also. As Trump begin to speak, he started with this:
“So many people have asked me what happened. Tell us what happened, please. And therefore, I will tell you exactly what happened, and you’ll never hear it from me a second time, because it’s actually too painful to tell.”
As I stood on the convention floor you could have heard a pin drop as he spoke. My first thought was how odd for him to begin this way. He was nearly assassinated just a few days before and yet he was declaring this would be the only time he spoke of it, that was my first red flag.
When people tell a lie, certainly a big one it is tough to keep all the details straight and doing so is an effort. In my opinion Trump made that statement to stop any further conversation about what happened. He gave us his official story, would only do it once and that was the end of it. Now we all know no one loves Trump more than Trump so this to me felt completely out of character.
Fast forward to the questioning of Secret Service on how this was allowed to happen. If you look at the perfectly timed ICONIC photo Trump standing triumphantly screaming FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT, certainly this was divine intervention....right?
Following the inauguration, I found it odd that Trump wasn't going aggressively after those who allowed this to happen. He seemed to behave like it was no big deal.
His Secret Service detail failed him massively, allowed him to be shot, and they allowed that perfectly timed photo op to take place
Instead of his SS detail being terminated as they should have been, Trump made the gentleman in the white shirt the HEAD of the Secret Service on January 22, 2025. Instead of losing his job Sean Curran was given a massive promotion.
Now, I want you to look critically at this photo. They allowed President Trump to stand up, exposing multiple potential kill shots, as the flag is gently lowered. Interesting that the other SS agents lower their heads as the perfectly time ICONIC photo is taken. Honestly, it couldn't have been scripted better if were to have been done in a studio.
Since the attempt on his life, Trump has show no interest in investigating what really happened. He never mentions it, it's as if it never happened, except when he tells us, he took a bullet for us.
As for Corey Comperatore, he was used in this plot, someone had to die otherwise, it would have been much easier to claim it was a HOAX. They killed Corey, likely because he was truly a real life hero, one people would rally behind and defend passionately, as they should.
Then to top it off, they used Corey to their benefit at the convention. To this day his wife is begging for answers, answers she has repeatedly been denied. Sadly, they have no more use for her, she no longer matters.
If you cannot look at this story, and use critical thinking skills and have at least some questions, you are the problem and we need you to snap out of it.
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
To the right-wing creators LYING about Canada's MAID 🇨🇦:
It's NOT "euthanasia on demand."
This man has 3 brain masses, asked for MAID multiple times and his doctor said NO.
His illness isn't "ready" yet he doesn't fully meet the strict criteria.
Even with devastating suffering, MAID requires:
- Grievous & irremediable condition
- Advanced irreversible decline
- Intolerable suffering no one can relieve acceptably
- 2 independent assessments
- For non-terminal cases: 90-day wait + extra safeguards
Thousands of requests get denied or withdrawn every year. In 2024, only ~16,500 provisions out of more requests many ineligible.
Doctors say no when needed. It's regulated dignity, not a free-for-all.
Stop the fear-mongering. Facts over lies. Watch this. 💙
Riley Gaines hasn’t said ANYTHING on Trump diminishing the women’s Olympic hockey team, other than retweeting (eh hem, all men) MAGA hacks.
Because it was *never* about women’s sports for her.
It was about the grift—and a pathetic hatred for trans people.
🟥 Listen, I’ve got a pretty fantastic sense of humour and enjoy a good sporting rivalry, and the creative jabs that come with it. 👍🏼
If THIS post from yesterday was just some American gloating over their Olympic hockey gold medal win – I’d probably even appreciate the witticism of the post.
But it’s not.
This is the official WHITE HOUSE handle!
It has become a trolling station and MAGA propaganda platform in recent months.
When did America become such a joke??
When did the proud global symbol of the U.S. Presidency and the American government, that once hosted Kings and Queens and Popes, and inspiring figures like Winston Churchill, Mother Teresa and Nelson Mandela, become a building that is the roost of criminals and clowns?
When did this bastion of democracy and American history become the lowly mouthpiece of immature MAGA trolls?
And most importantly – why do the American PEOPLE allow this perpetual degrading and scouring of their institutions??
CENTURIES of painstaking influence-building, being pissed away in just a matter of months… 😔
Do they not see what a mortifying laughingstock they are becoming to the world? 🤦🏻♂️
I worked for years as an Officer of the Court as a child advocate and victims rights advocate.
I was once held in contempt for telling a sitting judge on the bench to man the fuck up and do his job because he continually returned a child to his abusive parents.
I was mugshotted. Fingerprinted. Locked in a cell.
I have seen evil.
I have NEVER seen anything like what's in these Epstein files.
Fuck this government.
Fuck Trump.
And fuck YOU if you continue to support him.
You're not just stupid.
You are COMPLICIT.