Reading what a traitor I am in my comments.
So, JUST TO BE FAIR..... let me get this straight.....
We taxpayers just blew $75 billion to attack Iran, UNPROVOKED, then dropped another $300 billion to REBUILD it, even though it didn't NEED rebuilding before we ATTACKED it, (unprovoked) all so we could "reopen" a Strait of Hormuz that was already OPEN before we ATTACKED Iran (unprovoked), wind up with $4 gas for NO REASON and I'M the bitch for pointing it OUT?
That's fair.
Sounds legit. 👌
Thomas Massie’s primary defeat is more than a political upset. It is the clearest signal yet that the Republican Party has no room left for libertarians, no matter how principled, how consistent, or how loyal they’ve been to the Constitution.
I say this not as a lifelong outsider, but as someone who once believed the GOP could be a home for liberty-minded Americans. I spent years trying to “work within the party,” convincing myself that if we just elected enough Massies, enough Amashes, enough Ron or Rand Pauls, we could steer the Republican ship back toward limited government, civil liberties, and fiscal restraint.
But Massie’s loss makes the truth impossible to ignore: the GOP does not want libertarians. It wants obedience. They did this to the Tea Party, Massie is just the latest scalp.
Massie wasn’t defeated because he betrayed so-called Republican values. He was defeated because he actually upheld them.
He voted against bloated spending. He opposed unconstitutional surveillance. He challenged executive overreach, no matter which president was in office. He refused to trade principle for party loyalty. And for that, the GOP establishment (and a sizable portion of its base) decided he had to go.
When a party that professes liberty as a core principle punishes its most consistent constitutionalist, it tells you everything about what it has become.
For decades, libertarians were asked to carve out space inside the Republican Party. We were told: “We need your votes.” “We need your energy.” “We need your ideas.”
But the moment we challenge the party’s sacred cows of militarism, surveillance, central planning, or corporate welfare, we’re labeled traitors. This only proves the GOP wants libertarian votes, not libertarian principles.
Massie’s defeat is not an anomaly. It is the logical outcome of a party that has spent years purging dissenters and elevating those who treat government power as a weapon rather than a responsibility.
Political parties respond to incentives, and the GOP’s incentives are now crystal clear:
• Reward loyalty to the leader, not loyalty to the Constitution.
• Reward spending when it benefits your faction, punish restraint when it doesn’t.
• Reward those who expand state power in the name of “security” or “order.”
• Punish anyone who questions the party line, even if they’re right.
Libertarians cannot thrive in a party whose incentives run directly counter to liberty.
If Thomas Massie, arguably the most intellectually consistent, policy-savvy, and constitutionally grounded member of Congress, cannot survive a Republican primary, then no libertarian can. Not one.
Massie was the test case. The GOP failed the test.
For years, libertarians were told to “be realistic,” to accept that the Republican Party was the only viable vehicle for liberty.
But what’s realistic about staying in a party that openly rejects you? What’s pragmatic about tying yourself to a machine that punishes your principles? What’s strategic about being a permanent minority faction inside a party that sees you as a nuisance and scapegoat?
Libertarians don’t need to be the GOP’s conscience. We don’t need to be their think tank. We don’t need to be their scapegoats.
The Libertarian Party is not perfect. No party is. But it is the only national political organization that:
• Opposes government surveillance without exception
• Opposes endless war without apology
• Opposes corporate welfare without loopholes
• Defends civil liberties without picking favorites
• Defends economic freedom without selling out to donors
• Defends personal freedom without moralizing
If you believe in liberty, you deserve a party that believes in it too, not one that uses the word as a slogan while governing like the opposite.
I left the GOP almost ten years ago now.
The future of liberty will not be built inside a party that rejects it.
It will be built by those willing to stand outside it, and stand firm.
I hope you will join us.
-Chair
I represent 761,000 people. On Tuesday, three billionaires spent $32 million to destroy a colleague who disagreed with them on one line item. I have not disagreed on anything in fourteen months. I want to tell you about a word I lost.
The word was "no."
I don't mean that rhetorically. I mean I cannot recall the last time I pressed the red button in the House chamber. I looked it up this morning. Had to look it up because I couldn't remember it unprompted. H.R. 4217. Fourteen months ago. It's in the Congressional Record like an artifact from a man who no longer exists.
Thomas Massie lost his primary Tuesday night. Most expensive House primary in American history. $32 million total. He voted with the President 84 to 90 percent of the time. His crime was the remaining ten. One line item. One appropriation. One "no."
Cost of that no: $32 million from donors who have never set foot in Kentucky. The Secretary of Defense in a sport coat calling him a coward at a rally, the first time a sitting Defense Secretary has appeared at a congressional primary in modern American history. An AI-generated deepfake depicting him in a hotel room with two Democratic congresswomen, pornographic, funded by a Super PAC, running in heavy rotation in his district during the evening news. Stephen Miller calling his thirteen years of fiscal conservatism "siding with Democrats to defund ICE." The President calling him a bum, a sleazebag, the worst Republican in history. Three Truth Social posts in ninety minutes.
All of it for the word "no." One syllable. Two letters. $32 million.
I remember the first time I said it.
January 2003. My first term. An omnibus appropriations bill. $397 billion. I'd campaigned on fiscal responsibility. I believed what I'd said. I walked from my new office in Longworth to the chamber floor and I counted the carpet squares. I remember that. Counting. Forty-seven squares from the elevator to the door. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From something else. I didn't have a word for it then either, but it was the opposite of what I feel now. I pressed the red button and my chest filled with something warm. Like my body was confirming a decision my brain had already made. Like the button and the belief were the same circuit.
Twenty-four years ago. I was that man. The man who shook pressing a button because the button meant something. Because pressing it was a sentence you were saying out loud to 761,000 people: I disagree and here is why.
The word was "conscience."
That's what I called it in 2003. By 2014, I called it "the Tea Party mandate." By 2019, "principled opposition." By 2022, "pragmatic concerns." By 2024, I stopped calling it anything. The word narrowed each year. Like a hallway getting shorter. I didn't notice when I stopped walking. You don't notice a word leaving your vocabulary. You reach for it one morning and find empty space where the concept was.
Massie held the word. Thirteen years. Every omnibus. Every continuing resolution. Every debt ceiling increase. Every foreign aid package. He pressed the red button and his chest filled with whatever mine used to fill with in 2003 and he called it the same thing I used to call it and he meant it the way I used to mean it.
He was replaced by a man whose family operates a 1,200-acre agritourism birthday party venue in Shelbyville. Petting zoo. Corn maze. Hayrides. U-pick strawberries at $3.99 a pound. The soybeans are a tax classification. The "Navy SEAL hero" added a fourth Bronze Star to his biography the month he became a candidate. The "Trump loyalist" left the Republican Party in 2016 because of Trump and came back in 2021 after Trump left office.
I don't say this as mockery. I say it as a specification sheet. You don't want a replacement congressman with an MIT engineering degree and patents in haptic robotics. Patents indicate thinking. Thinking introduces variance. Variance is risk. You want a compliance product. Pre-tested messaging. Zero ideological fingerprints. $14 million in someone else's convictions loaded like firmware. The spec sheet works. The corn maze doesn't introduce FARA legislation. The corn maze doesn't file amendments five days before its own execution. The corn maze votes green. Every time. That's the spec.
Nobody in Congress said a word about the deepfake. I need you to sit with that. A foreign-interest lobby ran AI-generated sexual imagery of a sitting United States congressman, pornographic, funded by three billionaires who have never visited his district, distributed during the evening news, targeted at elderly voters. And 434 of his colleagues watched it happen and said nothing.
The President mocked his dead wife. I need you to sit with that too. Massie's first wife Rhonda died in 2024. His high school sweetheart. They met at MIT. They built the off-grid house together. She died. He remarried in 2025. The President of the United States posted: "His wife will soon find out that she's stuck with a LOSER!" A sitting president. Mocking a widow's new marriage. To a man whose actual crime is voting against a spending bill. And 434 colleagues absorbed that too. In silence. Not one statement. Not one objection. Not one "this is beneath the office." The silence held because the silence is the product.
I said nothing. About the deepfake. About the dead wife. About any of it. Saying something is a vote. I don't cast those anymore.
Wednesday morning I walked from Rayburn to the chamber. The bells rang. I counted the carpet squares again. Forty-seven. Same as 2003. My hands were not shaking. Nothing was warm. The hallway was quiet. Nobody stopped me. Nobody whipped me. Nobody needed to. The system no longer requires operators. Kentucky was the last manual input. From Wednesday forward the mechanism is self-enforcing. A thermostat. The temperature never deviates because the furnace already knows.
I inserted my voting card. I need to be precise about what happened next. My thumb moved to the green button before I finished reading the title of the bill. The thumb knew before the brain. The brain is no longer consulted. It is a vestigial organ in this process. I vote the way you unlock your phone. Muscle memory. The decision was made fourteen months ago and everything since is an echo.
The edge of my card is wearing unevenly. The green side is polished smooth from repetition. The red side still has the factory texture. Sharp. Untouched. I held the card up to the light Wednesday morning and looked at it. The physical evidence of what I've become, embossed in plastic. A machine that presses one button.
In March I drafted a Dear Colleague letter opposing an appropriations rider. Three paragraphs. Fiscal responsibility. Deficit language I've used for twenty-four years. The same language every Republican in Congress used from 2009 to 2017. The letter is in my drafts folder. Between a constituent reply I answered and a fundraising schedule I followed. The two things I still do. Answer and follow. I don't initiate anymore. Initiation is a vote.
Thursday a second-term member stopped me outside the cloakroom. He asked how you know when a bill is worth opposing. He's twenty-nine. He's been here fourteen months. Same duration as my silence. He has never seen a "no" vote from anyone in leadership. He was asking how dissent works the way you'd ask a museum docent how a rotary phone works. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Not because I was being careful. Because I genuinely did not have an answer. The knowledge is gone. Not suppressed. Uninstalled. The way a language dies when the last native speaker dies. I am not the last speaker. The last speaker was removed in Kentucky on Tuesday.
A colleague drafted a co-sponsorship for Massie's AIPAC Act on Tuesday afternoon. FARA reform. He deleted it Wednesday morning. Nobody called him. Nobody threatened him. He deleted it the way you delete an unsent text at 2 AM. The self-preservation is automated now. You don't need to be threatened. You threaten yourself. The overhead is zero.
I want to be honest about something I noticed Thursday morning.
I read the appropriations summary. The one I would have opposed in 2003. The one Massie opposed on Tuesday and was destroyed for. I read it at my desk at 6:40 AM with coffee. And I agreed with it. Not performatively. Not as survival. I read the summary and thought: this makes sense. This is a reasonable allocation. I agreed with the spending.
And then I stopped. Because I couldn't tell when I started believing that.
Was it before Kentucky or after? Was it before fourteen months of green buttons or after? Did I change my mind, or did my mind change itself the way a river changes course, slowly, through erosion, until one morning the water is somewhere else and you can't find the old bed? Is this compliance or is this my position? Can I locate the seam between what I choose and what I've been trained to choose?
I sat at my desk for a long time. The coffee went cold. I couldn't find the seam. It's gone. The compliance and the belief have merged into one thing and I cannot take them apart. I think the spending is correct. I think Massie was naive. And I don't know if I think that or if $32 million taught me to think that and the teaching was so gradual that I experienced it as my own conclusion.
That is what I want to tell you. Not that I'm afraid. Not that I'm coerced. That I can no longer tell. The word "no" didn't just leave my voting record. It left my mind. The button and the belief are the same circuit again. Same as 2003. Except in 2003 the circuit was mine.
Sometimes at night I think about—
No. I sleep fine. I told you. I sleep fine.
Tuesday night I watched the concession. Massie stood in front of his supporters — people who drove hours, who knocked doors, who believed the word still existed — and he said this: "If the legislative branch always votes with the president, we do have a king. But if lawmakers follow the Constitution, we have a republic."
The crowd cheered. They chanted "2028!" They chanted "President!" They still have the word. It lives in that room in Kentucky, in the throats of people who drove to a concession speech on a Tuesday night because they still believe dissent is a right and not a luxury good priced at $32 million.
I heard the quote. I sat in my office in Rayburn and I heard it and I knew it was true. If the legislative branch always votes with the president, we have a king. The next morning I walked forty-seven carpet squares and voted with the president. I knew what I was making. I made it anyway. The quote is true. I know the quote is true. The quote costs $32 million to act on and I don't have $32 million. So the quote is true and I am making a king and I am doing it with a green button every time the bells ring and I will do it tomorrow and I will do it next week and the truth of the quote changes nothing because truth doesn't have a budget.
Truth has a concession speech.
He lost by 4.4 points. $32 million for 4.4 points. $7.27 million per percentage point. A few thousand voters in a district of 478,000. That's how thin the margin was between a republic and a king. The width of a streaming subscription. The thickness of a bumper sticker. The weight of the word "no" when three billionaires are standing on it.
The word was "accountability."
The President ran on releasing the Epstein files. I was there. I heard the applause lines. My constituents want those files. They write me. They email. They stop me at diners. Thomas Massie confronted the Attorney General in a hearing room. He read the names from the unsealed documents. He called the redactions a cover-up to her face. She cited the Dow Jones Industrial Average. Then Massie posted a public proof-of-life. "I am not suicidal. My brakes work. I practice good trigger discipline." A United States congressman certifying his own continued existence because he asked one question about one file.
That was the cost of asking. Before Kentucky. Before $32 million. Before the price list was published.
Nobody will ask again. I won't ask. The files will remain redacted. Not because they're classified. Because the last man who demanded them in a hearing was made into a price tag, and the price tag is now mounted on the wall of every congressional office in the building.
The President ran on no more wars. Massie voted against every foreign military authorization for thirteen years. Every one. He took Article I, Section 8 literally. Congress declares war. Not the President. The Constitution is plain text. He read the plain text. He was the only Republican still voting no on blank-check authorizations by 2024.
He is gone now. The next authorization will pass without a recorded vote. Because recorded votes are accountable votes and accountable votes cost $32 million.
"Release the files." "No more wars." "Drain the swamp." Campaign promises. Bumper stickers. Applause lines. Every single one required one thing from Congress. The word "no." No to redactions. No to cover-ups. No to unauthorized war. No to the budget that funds the swamp.
The man who said "no" is gone. The voters who cheered for accountability voted for the candidate endorsed by the machine that destroyed the last accountable man in the building. I don't say this to blame them. I say this because both things are true simultaneously. The voters wanted accountability. The donors wanted compliance. Compliance has a budget. Accountability has a bumper sticker.
$32 million divided by 478,000 voters in Kentucky's 4th district. That's $66.95 per constituent. Sixty-seven dollars per person to override an entire district's will. Less than a streaming subscription. Three billionaires from Manhattan paid the dinner check for 478,000 people and ordered for them.
There is a woman in my district. Peggy. She has been to every town hall I've held since 2003. Twenty-four years. She brings a yellow legal pad. She writes down my answers in blue ink. She told me once, in 2011, outside a VFW hall, that she keeps all the pads in a box in her closet. A box of my positions. Dated. Transcribed. Fifteen years of promises in her handwriting.
I haven't held a town hall in six months. I don't know how to stand in front of Peggy with her legal pad and explain that the box in her closet is an archive of a dead language. That the man who said those things doesn't exist anymore. That somewhere between 2003 and this Wednesday his vocabulary was narrowed and his button was automated and his chest stopped filling with warmth and he started sleeping fine and agreeing with the spending and he doesn't remember when any of it happened.
I don't know what Peggy would write on her pad now. There's nothing to transcribe. I don't say things anymore. I press a button. The button is green. It has been green for fourteen months.
Liz Cheney lost by thirty-seven points. Bill Cassidy finished third. Third. In his own primary. For a vote five years ago. Ten Republicans voted to impeach. Eight are gone. Elon Musk promised to support Massie. "I will." Two words. Ten months of silence. Zero dollars. The world's richest man decided one endorsement was priced too high.
C-SPAN recorded Thursday's vote. Green across the board. Unanimous. Historians will see consensus. They will not see 434 people who watched Kentucky and did the math. Consensus and compliance are identical on camera. That is not a flaw. That is the product.
You elected me twelve times. You knocked on doors. You put signs in your yard. You trusted me to say "no" when no was the right answer. Here is what your trust buys in 2026.
A man who walks forty-seven carpet squares and feels nothing. Who presses green before he reads the title. Whose card wears unevenly. Who drafted a letter and will never send it. Who watched AI-generated pornography of a colleague funded by three billionaires and said nothing. Who did the math in eleven minutes and slept fine. Who lost a word and then lost the word for losing it. Who agreed with the spending Thursday morning and cannot tell you whether he chose to agree or was trained to agree and knows the difference no longer matters.
Your congressman is loyal now. Your files are sealed. Your wars are unvoted. Your swamp is funded. The man who was doing what your bumper sticker says is in Kentucky now. Powerless. Replaced by a corn maze with a compliance guarantee.
I'm loyal. That's the word. The only one left.
The word was—
BREAKING: 🚨🇮🇱🇮🇷 Archaeologists in the Holy Land just uncovered a 3,000-year-old Israelite tablet…
It reads: “Iran is 12 days away from developing a nuclear weapon.”
The DOJ's deadline to charge Fauci for lying under oath about funding gain-of-function research in Wuhan is in 6 days. We can’t allow the statute of limitations to run out. He MUST be charged!
Agree? RT.
Jeff Bezos reveals the moment an early Amazon executive told him he had enough ideas to destroy Amazon:
"Early in Amazon's history, Jeff Wilke came to me one day and said, Jeff, you have enough ideas to destroy Amazon. You have enough ideas per minute, per day, per week to destroy Amazon."
"I was like, what do you mean?"
"He said, you have to release the work at the right rate that the organization can accept it."
"Every time I released an idea, I was creating a backlog, a queue, work in process. It was just stacking up, it was adding no value. In fact, it was creating distraction."
"So I started prioritizing the ideas better, keeping lists of them, keeping them to myself until the organization was ready for the ideas."
The Iranian navy, which has been destroyed eight times, closed the Strait of Hormuz again, because the United States for the seventh time won the war that wasn’t a war, so the United States can open the Strait of Hormuz that was open before the not war.
The not war that started to get the uranium that was completely obliterated, so that the Iranians can’t build the nuclear bomb that they weren’t building for the not war that the United States started.
Then the United States which has nuclear weapons threatening to use nuclear weapons to prevent Iran from having nuclear weapons because having nuclear weapons is dangerous.
If the United States saw what the United States is doing in the United States, the United States would invade the United States to liberate the United States from the tyranny of the United States.
During the Nuremberg Trials, Hermann Göring gave an interview to psychologist Gustave Gilbert and said:
“Of course the people don’t want war. Why would some poor farmer want to risk his life in a war when the best he can hope for is to come back to his farm in one piece?
Naturally, people don’t want war. No one wants war in Russia, England, America — not even in Germany. That’s obvious.
But in the end, it’s the leaders of a country who determine policy. And it’s always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it’s a democracy, a communist state, a parliament, or a fascist dictatorship.”
Gilbert objected:
“But there is one difference in a democracy — the people have a voice through their elected representatives.”
To which Göring replied:
“That’s all well and good, but whether the people have a voice or not, they can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and for exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”
— Nuremberg Diary, April 18, 1946
Doesn’t it sound familiar?
These are NOT acceptable choices:
1) The party controlled by hidden powers, and which openly - proudly - demonstrates its loathing for us, our unique & beautiful country, our God-given freedoms & all else we hold sacred.
VS
2) The party controlled by hidden powers, and which demonstrates its loathing for us, our country, our God-given freedoms & all else we hold sacred…BUT ONLY AFTER tapping in to its endless reserve of shameless gall to pander to us every single election season…during which time, some of its representatives also pretend to believe in God.
BOTH of these parties:
- Promote hateful division among us;
- Facilitate and/or silently applaud the poisoning of our minds, bodies, children and souls. Mostly to keep us distracted, compliant, and weak (and further dependent on their coconspirators in Big Pharma & Big Food, who are relentless & especially creative at poisoning us). But also to ensure we don’t notice their crimes, and if we do, we are powerless to take action.
BOTH parties:
- Confiscate OUR money to finance the whole thing. And when there is not enough - there never is - they just print more…degrading further the value of life, liberty, health and happiness;
- Wield increasingly expensive and sophisticated weapons and surveillance technology to keep us in line; and, they
- Lie constantly, but not especially well, or convincingly.
BOTH parties Violate the U.S. Constitution at will and with no consequence.
BOTH parties are perfectly happy to send our children to die in a foreign war. For a foreign power…a highly obscured agenda…or, a barely articulated but always changing objective. Does not matter.
BOTH parties are ostensibly run by megalomaniacal and unimpressive “leaders” with unhappy home-lives, dark appetites, weird sexual fetishes, and children who resent and/or despise them.
Decrepit fraud Bernie Saunders, and alcoholic, barely closeted homosexual, Old Aunt Lindsey Graham, would be welcome and perfectly comfortable in either party…even if one calls himself an “Independent Democrat,” and the other a “Conservative Republican.”
Short of burning it all down entirely, what IS to be done?
Hoping, praying someone figures it out by November. Or, certainly by January of ’28.
God Bless the American People. Thanks.
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@BasedMikeLee@grok Honestly you both are retarded on this. Democrats pointing to dog whistle tax the rich, republicans pointing to dog whistle of who pays all the taxes.
Both dumb. How about you balance the budget, fix the growing wealth distribution, and quit printing money. How about that?
HR: "So what’s your expected salary?"
Candidate: "100,000"
HR: "Hmm… can you go a bit lower? Our budget is around 80,000"
Candidate: "I see… can I ask something?"
HR: "Sure, go ahead"
Candidate: ↓↓↓
I love quarterly offsites.
Call me a sicko, but there’s nothing better than a technology-free, 8-hour block to steer your business from 10,000 ft rather than worry about day-to-day blocking and tackling.
Here’s the agenda I’m using to crush tomorrow's leadership offsite, so we can keep hyper-scaling @tenex_labs. Feel free to steal it:
Segue: 15 min
Previous Quarter Review: 30 minutes
Review the VTO: 60 minutes
Break: 15 minutes
IDS: 90 minutes
Lunch: 30 minutes
IDS: 90 minutes
Break: 15 minutes
Establish Quarterly Goals: 120 minutes
Next steps: 10 minutes
Conclude: 5 minutes
Section-by-section breakdown:
Segue
Take 5 minutes, each person should share:
- Best business and personal news in the last 90 days
- What is working in the organization
- What is not working in the organization
- Expectations for the day
Previous Quarter Review
a) Review key metrics:
- Revenue
- COGS
- Gross Profit
- Gross Margin
- Operating Expenses
- Net Profit
b) Review quarterly goals (company & individual):
- Go through all goals and state Done or Not Done. No other commentary at this point.
- Discuss why the missed goals weren’t completed.
- Decide what you want to do with each goal. You have 4 options:
• Carry the goal forward to the next quarter.
• If the goal is 95 percent complete, completing the last 5 percent simply becomes an action item for the To-Do List.
• Reassign the goal to someone else.
• Delete the goal.
VTO review
VTO stands for Vision, Traction, Organizer. It is the one-page window into the most important parts of your business.
- Core values
- Core focus
- Marketing strategy
- 10-year BHAG
- 3-year picture
- 1-year plan
- 90-day goals (rocks)
This is your opportunity to review & revise any parts of the VTO as leadership.
Identify, Discuss, Solve
- List out all of the key issues that are top of mind
- Prioritize the 3 biggest issues
- Go through IDS for each issue:
• Clearly identify the real issue, because the stated problem is rarely the real one.
• For discuss, you get everything on the table in an open environment where nothing is sacred.
• Solve becomes an action item for someone to do. The item ends up on the To-Do List, and when the action item is completed, the issue goes away forever.
- Assign remaining issues to team members as to-dos
Next Quarter Goals
- Team lists everything on the whiteboard that has to be accomplished in the next 90 days.
- Make as many passes at the list as necessary until you’re down to three to seven.
- Once you’ve narrowed your list:
• Set the date that the goal is due
• Make the goal specific, measurable, and attainable.
- Set individual goals
• Once the company goals are set, the members of the leadership team each set their own goals.
• They first carry forward any company goals that they own to their individual list of goals and then come up with their most important three to seven.
- Create the goals sheet
• At the top are the organization’s Goals, and below that are each of the leadership team’s individuals Goals. This Goal Sheet is brought into your weekly meetings to review your Goals.
Next Steps
1. List out todos
2. Assign owners & dates for completion
Conclude
- Everyone takes 2 minutes and writes down:
• Feedback on the meeting
• Whether their expectations were met or not
• Their rating on the meeting from 1 to 10
- Everyone shares what they wrote down
Also shoutout to @EOSWorldwide, the operating model we use to run these offsites and our entire company.
If Trump is going to spend huge amounts of political capital on something ugly and difficult but necessary, it should be mass deportations of every single illegal alien regardless of age or criminal record, and defying every judge who tries to stop him. That is the kind of war, the kind of risky move with potentially disastrous political ramifications (but maybe not), that I would get behind every step of the way and so would millions of ordinary Americans. It’s an extreme measure that must be done and if Trump doesn’t do it, it’s likely that no one ever will.
On Easter morning, this is what President Trump posted.
Everyone in his administration that claims to be a Christian needs to fall on their knees and beg forgiveness from God and stop worshipping the President and intervene in Trump’s madness.
I know all of you and him and he has gone insane, and all of you are complicit.
I’m not defending Iran but let’s be honest about all of this.
The Strait is closed because the US and Israel started the unprovoked war against Iran based on the same nuclear lies they’ve been telling for decades, that any moment Iran would develop a nuclear weapon.
You know who has nuclear weapons?
Israel.
They are more than capable of defending themselves without the US having to fight their wars, kill innocent people and children, and pay for it.
Trump threatening to bomb power plants and bridges hurts the Iranian people, the very people Trump claimed he was freeing.
On Easter, of all days, we as Christians should be reminded that the son of God died and rose from the grave so that we can be forgiven once and for all of our sins. Jesus commanded us to love one another and forgive one another. Even our enemies.
Our President is not a Christian and his words and actions should not be supported by Christians.
Christians in the administration should be pursuing peace. Urging the President to make peace.
Not escalating war that is hurting people.
This NOT what we promised the American people when they overwhelmingly voted in 2024, I know, I was there more than most.
This is not making America great again, this is evil.
Unpopular Fact: The rich actually already pay more than their fair share of taxes.
That is on top of their other contributions to society.
For example: Elon, with his own money, gave us SpaceX, Tesla, and several other world changing companies.
The government, with our money, has given us crippling debt.
This paragraph by C.S. Lewis, written in 1948, still hits hard:
“If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.”
Nobody will remember:
• your salary
• your job title
• how many hours you worked
People will remember:
• you kept your ski boots on the longest at après