Elon is our problem! Elon is back again for 2026 midterms to fuck it up for democrats. Please read.
So, Elon spent over $280 million in electing trump. His platform X algorithm constantly teased white and Latino young man, that trump is their answer. He ran a lottery in the swing states to collect voters information. He called his buddy Putin to call in bomb threats in democratic precincts, and to shut it down for hours. He had SpaceX and Starlink in a precise position. The voting machines were powered by Elon’s SpaceX. The swing states swung dramatically to trump. Elon knew trump won 4 hours before the election was called. His young impressionist son confessed to Joe Rogan that it had something to do with SpaceX, and he knew it. The sweet boy told trump to his face in the Oval Office that he was not the president. Elon later, months after a tangle with trump tweeted, trump could never have been elected without me. The Republican house and senate neither. Elon said months before the election that it’s so easy to hack voting systems. Trump, in a moment of stupidity told the world that Elon knows how to fix the numbers with computers.
Elon is a South African Apartheid white privileged kid, who was humiliated when Apartheid was demolished. He saw himself and his family losing that white privilege with no power. He possibly harbored resentment. He saluted high Hitler salute in a rally, as possibly being a white supremest. He fucked America so hard to become so rich as the highest government Tesla welfare queen recipient ever. His partnership with Peter Thiel tells us he wants to destroy our democratic system and make it an apartheid style, tech oligarchy system, where he calls the shots and Americans, specially blacks and browns are his slaves.
The dude is fucking sick, and possibly hocked on ketamine drugs, and possibly an illegal immigrant.
Deport Elon’s ass today before it’s too late. The mid term will be Elon’s fuckery. This America can’t survive his plan.
🇺🇸🤔Epstein case revelations: U.S. Congresswoman Lauren Boebert stunned Newsmax after reviewing the unredacted Epstein documents:
“It’s far darker than anyone could have imagined: emails about torture, constant references to ‘consumption,’ a place literally called the ‘Cannibal Restaurant,’ and code words like ‘jerky’ and ‘human meat’ being tossed around as if it were nothing.”
Yes. She directly asked whether we are dealing with cannibalism. With literal human consumption.
This is no longer some fringe theory. A sitting member of Congress is openly saying what no one else dares to say: these monsters not only abused and trafficked children — they may have eaten them as well.
And the women? Ghislaine Maxwell, Rachel Chandler, and an entire network of female predators were deeply involved in delivering children into this nightmare machine.
This isn’t “elite pedophilia.” This is satanic depravity. This is ritualized evil in suits and private jets. The documents are so horrifying, she warns, that the public may not be ready for them. But you know what?
We are more than ready. We are furious.
Enough redactions. Enough excuses about “national security.” Enough protecting these flesh-eating demons. Release every page. Name every name. Burn their world down.
The American people deserve the truth — even if it makes us sick.
Especially if it makes us sick.
When the President of France visited the United States in April 1960, he asked the FBI to help him find a man.
The man he was looking for was an American citizen. He was sixty-four years old. He had been awarded fifteen French military decorations and — six months earlier, in a ceremony in Paris — had been made a Knight of the Légion d'honneur, the highest civilian honor France can give. The medal had been pinned to his chest by the President himself, who had publicly called him un véritable héros français. A true French hero.
The FBI located the man within a few days.
He was operating an elevator at Rockefeller Center in New York City.
The elevator operator's name was Eugene Bullard. He had been born in Columbus, Georgia, in 1895, the son of a man whose own father had been a slave.
He had run away from Columbus at the age of eleven, after watching a white mob nearly lynch his father.
He spent the next several years drifting through the American South. At sixteen, he stowed away on a German freighter at Norfolk, Virginia. He landed in Aberdeen, Scotland. From there he made his way to London, where he learned to box. By 1913, at eighteen, he was prizefighting in Paris.
When Germany invaded France in August 1914, Bullard was nineteen years old. He had no legal obligation to fight. He had no French citizenship.
He went to the recruiting office on October 19, 1914, and signed up for the French Foreign Legion.
He spent the next eighteen months as an infantryman in some of the worst fighting of the war — at the Somme, at Champagne, at Verdun. He was wounded three times. The third wound, on March 5, 1916, tore open his thigh and left him with permanent damage to his leg.
He was twenty years old. The doctors told him he would not return to the infantry.
He decided he wanted to fly.
In a Paris café in the spring of 1916, while he was recovering, Bullard mentioned to three white American friends that he was thinking of joining the French air service. A Mississippian named Jeff Dickson laughed.
Gene, Dickson said, you know damn well there aren't any Negroes in aviation.
Bullard answered: Sure do. That's why I want to get into it. There has to be a first to everything, and I'm going to be the first.
Dickson bet him two thousand dollars he would not make it.
Bullard took the bet. He earned his pilot's license on May 5, 1917. He won the bet.
He reported to the front in August 1917 and flew approximately twenty combat missions over the next three months in a SPAD VII. The fuselage was painted with a bleeding heart pierced by a knife and the French phrase Tout le Sang qui Coule est Rouge — All Blood that Flows is Red.
He carried, on every combat flight, a small capuchin monkey named Jimmy in the front of his flight jacket.
The French press began calling him L'Hirondelle Noire — the Black Swallow.
When the United States entered the war in 1917, Bullard immediately applied to transfer to the U.S. Army Air Service.
His application was rejected.
The U.S. Army Air Service had a policy, in 1917, of not accepting Black pilots. The other American pilots flying for France in his unit, all of them white, were transferred to the U.S. Air Service.
He was the only one who was not.
For the next twenty years, he was one of the most familiar faces in the Montmartre nightlife of Paris between the wars. He owned a nightclub called L'Escadrille. He spoke fluent French, English, and German. Hemingway drank there. Fitzgerald drank there. Langston Hughes drank there. Josephine Baker performed there. Louis Armstrong was a personal friend.
When Germany invaded Poland in 1939, Bullard was forty-four. His fluent German and his ownership of a nightclub frequented by German officers made him useful to the French Resistance. He became an intelligence agent — eavesdropping in his own bar on conversations between German officers who did not know he understood every word.
When France fell in June 1940, friends in the Resistance smuggled him across the Spanish border before the Gestapo could arrest him.
He came back to the United States for the first time in twenty-eight years.
He arrived in New York with thirty dollars in his pocket and a permanent limp.
He did not return to a hero's welcome. He returned to a country that had no idea who he was.
He worked at a perfume counter. He worked as a security guard. He worked at the Staten Island shipyards. By the late 1940s, he had taken the job that he would hold for most of the rest of his life.
He operated the elevator at Rockefeller Center.
He was wearing the elevator uniform on the day a producer from NBC came down from the studios upstairs to ask if he was the man Charles de Gaulle had been looking for.
A few weeks later, NBC sent a film crew to interview him in the lobby. The studios where NBC produced The Today Show were on the floors above. He had operated the elevator that took the network executives up to those studios every morning for nearly ten years. He had not been recognized as he did it.
He went back to operating the elevator the following Monday.
He died of stomach cancer on October 12, 1961, three days after his sixty-sixth birthday.
He was buried in the French War Veterans' section of Flushing Cemetery, in Queens, in the uniform of the French Foreign Legion. The casket was draped with the French flag.
In 1994 — thirty-three years after his death — the United States Air Force formally commissioned Eugene Jacques Bullard as a Second Lieutenant, posthumously.
It was the first commission the U.S. military had ever offered him.
He had been the first Black combat pilot in American history.
The French had been calling him a hero since 1917.
The Americans got around to it in 1994.
⛔️Disgusting ‼️
⛔️ - Trump did not leave the stage due to anger towards Kristin Welker‼️
⛔️- His sudden departure was prompted by a significant accident that occurred in front of her‼️
As a human rights defender — in 15 years of work, I have NEVER seen anything like the Epstein files.
Rape. Cannibalization. Trafficking. Filming. Terrorizing. Torture. Murder.
Children aged 13, 14, 15.
Politicians and multimillionaires — recorded. 🎥🔥👶⛓️
The horror has a hard drive. The silence has a price. 💀👁️🕯️
Trump didn’t leave the stage in rage because he was upset with Kristin Welker. No, he left suddenly because of a gigantic accident that happened right in front of her.
D-Day wasn’t about keeping desperate refugees out of Europe.
It was about defeating a fascist regime that treated human beings as less than human.
Hegseth using that anniversary to score cheap political points is cynical, disgusting & fucking shameful.
Social media slamming Caroline Kennedy, 68, for ageing is repulsive. She's had tragedy in her life since pre-K and her only daughter *just* passed away. And she has her dad's lovely sandy/red-haired complexion.
America, you are truly a confederacy of dunces.
When I see photos like this, I always imagine the feelings of the people in them.
Today a woman at CEDIA 24 Hours, a social service agency in Madrid, encountered Pope Leo XIV @Pontifex. Perhaps she has difficulty speaking and asked for this sign to be written, so that Pope Leo could understand her. Perhaps she was worried that she would be too nervous to get the words out once the Pope was passing by. Perhaps those are her daughters, or caretakers, behind her, looking on, grateful that she has had this moment with the Pope. Once she heard the Pope would be visiting, perhaps she prayed for weeks that she would be able to meet him. Maybe she has a photo of him in her room, like my own mom did. Think of how much time she and her daughters spent getting her dressed and ready this morning. Look at her elegant dress, maybe her favorite one, and how lovely her freshly painted nails look. She seems to use an IV and so getting ready would have been an even more arduous task, but worth it.
At the same time, when I see photos like this I also think of passages from the Gospels. In the story of Bartimaeus, a man who is blind and a beggar, is sitting by the roadside in Jericho, when Jesus passes by. Bartimaeus cries out "Son of David, have pity on me!"
The woman's sign reads: "Please, Your Holiness, could you bless my family, especially my grandson Will, all my friends, and the sick throughout the world?"
Jesus, busy in Jericho, on his way to Jerusalem to face his Passion, stops to listen to Bartimaeus, and heals him of his blindness. Pope Leo of course doesn't have the same kind of power to heal, but he offers Christ's love to all he meets.
How blessed we are to be able to see photos like this, just a few hours after the event. Still more blessed are we to have Pope Leo as the Vicar of Christ.
Thanks to @vaticannews_it for this photo.)
🚨 Trump's AG Todd Blanche announces that the DOJ will not be releasing the 2.5 million remaining Epstein files they have.
He says they have "moved on."