The same Lewis Hamilton who used a corporate leasing structure to save money on taxes (around £3.3 million in VAT) when acquiring his Bombardier Challenger 605 private jet in 2013? The same Lewis Hamilton who bought the £16.5 million jet through his British Virgin Islands company (Stealth Aviation Ltd) and who then set up an Isle of Man leasing company (Stealth (IOM) Ltd, to import it into the EU and sub-leased it to a UK jet management firm (TAG Aviation), which in turn provided it back to Hamilton and his Guernsey company under charter agreements? *That* Lewis Hamilton?
🚨BREAKING: California blocks federal audit of its voter rolls. First Assistant U.S. Attorney Bill Essayli just dropped a bombshell: California is refusing to comply with a DOJ audit of its voter rolls despite federal authority.
CALIFORNIA ELECTION RESULTS IF NOT VERIFIED SHOULD NOT BE COUNTED, ESPECIALLY PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION.
This is why this country is so divided - this idiotic girl has not done the most basic journalism or she would know that every time she says there is “no evidence” she dishonors every American. There is evidence from here to Timbuktu & it is right in front of your eyes. Jake Tapper using this to attack the President is also so dishonest. A desperate effort to keep the lies going. We have to face reality in this country: these people are acting as co-conspirators for those who want to bury the truth - not expose it.
Dear @spencerpratt,
Do not concede if the time comes to do so. The people are with you. Fight it legally.
Do not give in to these crooked and corrupt people.
Why does everything have to become a damned race issue? Frankly I thought she conducted the interview in a shockingly bad manner. She kept on interrupting him and talking across him. She wasn't interviewing him so much as trying to argue with him. And like him, love him or hate him, the man is still the POTUS and deserves the minimum courtesy of trying to finish his point. That he got up and walked out hardly surprises me. The rain didn't help either. And yeah, it's Trump and Trump's version of reality. We all know the disconnect. But still. She was downright rude at points.
I just got off the phone with The President. 12:30 am eastern He is still up working. DOES THIS MAN EVER SLEEP? I told him what a coincidence it was to hear from him as i was just finishing up a final monologue for tomrorrow AM about his appearance on Meet the Press. He enjoyed the little preview, i think you will love it too. See you tomorrow. https://t.co/99XFNP1Suf
Last Friday, Alex Meyer @ALMeyer19 completed his last day as the leader of White House Intergovernmental Affairs. Alex solved problems and grew relationships with Governors, Attorney Generals, Member of Congress, State Legislators - elected officials across the country. Too many to count.
Alex was a critical part of our 2024 campaign, particularly leading President Trumps decisive Iowa victory in the Caucus which kicked off win after win in the campaign.
Alex returns now to the political world to helm important midterm races. Candidates are fortunate to have his talent.
The many across the country he helped navigate challenges in the White House continue to admire him and I look forward to continuing to collaborate along the way.
I wish Alex much good fortune and I’m offering my best wishes for many successes in the weeks and months ahead.
250 years ago today, a man stood up in a room full of nervous delegates and said the words that made America inevitable.
Not Thomas Jefferson. Not George Washington. Not Benjamin Franklin.
A Virginia planter named Richard Henry Lee.
It was June 7, 1776. The war had already been going for over a year. Men were dying. Cities were burning. And yet the Continental Congress still had not officially declared independence from Britain.
That morning, Lee rose and read aloud a resolution he had been instructed to deliver by Virginia:
"That these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent States, that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain is, and ought to be, totally dissolved."
John Adams immediately seconded it.
The room erupted.
The debate that followed was so heated that Congress had to table the vote entirely. New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, and South Carolina were not ready. Their delegates had not been authorized to vote for independence. Some feared it was too soon. Some feared it was treason.
So Congress bought time. They postponed the vote for three weeks and quietly appointed a committee to draft a formal declaration, just in case the resolution passed.
That committee included Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, Robert Livingston, and a soft-spoken 33-year-old Virginia lawyer known for his elegant writing.
Thomas Jefferson.
Jefferson wrote the Declaration. It was adopted July 4. The world celebrated.
And Richard Henry Lee, the man whose words started everything, whose resolution is the reason any of this happened?
He had already gone home to Virginia. He missed the signing entirely.
Jefferson is immortalized. Lee is a footnote.
History is funny that way.
I am a J6er.
My President tells MY story to the lying media trying to prosecute him and persecute me.
I was ushered into the capitol. There IS mountains of evidence.
I did nothing wrong.
Many "Assault" charges were J6er blocking cop's batons and shields with their faces or neing pushed into bike racks.
My illegal picketing plea was forced.
The media filmed crisis actors inciting peaceful protestors to riot while ANTIFA counter protesters caused more damage. That's all the fake media wanted you to see and that continues.
The propaganda media machine is the real enemy and the underlying cause of the stole 2020 election and the division in thia country.
If you hate Trump and J6ers its because you believe CNN and 60 minutes. 34% of the country still does. Theu know not what they do.
To those that do know and still follow hate and violence, Karma is a bitch.
My president has my back.
God Bless the J6ers.
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.
While 56 men signed their own potential death warrant, one of them stood at the table and studied every single face to see who flinched. His name was William Ellery, and he might be the coolest Founder you've never heard of. Buckle up.
He was a Harvard man at 20, fluent in Greek and Latin, and then he did almost nothing with it for decades. Merchant, customs official, clerk. He didn't even start practicing law until he was 43.
Then Rhode Island sent him to the Continental Congress in 1776, just in time to sign the Declaration of Independence.
Here is what makes him unforgettable. Ellery understood exactly what signing meant: if the Revolution failed, every name on that page was a confession of treason punishable by hanging. So instead of looking at the document, he positioned himself right next to the secretary's table and watched each man's face as he signed.
His verdict, in his own words: "Undaunted resolution was displayed in every countenance." He wanted to know if his fellow Founders were scared. They weren't.
He also signed his own name huge. On the actual Declaration, Ellery's signature is one of the largest there, second only to John Hancock's. No fear, on the record, in ink.
The British made him pay for it. In 1778 they occupied his hometown of Newport and deliberately burned his house and property to the ground. He lost much of his wealth and never fully recovered it.
He didn't break. He became an early abolitionist by 1785, decades ahead of most of his peers, and pushed hard against slavery in Rhode Island, the very state that had dominated the American slave trade.
He outlasted nearly everyone. Ellery lived to 92, one of only three signers who reached their nineties, alongside John Adams and Charles Carroll.
The ending is the most Ellery thing imaginable. On February 15, 1820, the 92-year-old was sitting in his chair, calmly reading Cicero in the original Latin. His doctor checked his pulse and was amazed at how steady it was. A short time later he simply died, book still in hand, as composed in his last moment as he'd been watching those faces 44 years earlier.
Some men signed the Declaration and hoped no one noticed. William Ellery signed it in giant letters, watched everyone else to make sure they meant it, and went out reading Cicero with a steady pulse.
Further, I’ve never seen so many people
out on a Sunday night at the Lincoln Memorial to see the reflection. Decline is a choice - as is refusing decline, putting in the work to keep things beautiful and being proud of our capital city/our incredible country. 🇺🇸
Lesley Stahl on @60Minutes just feigned shock we can't transport LNG to New England from PA. She didn't note @GovKathyHochul blocks the pipeline to get the gas there, or that Democrats have propped up Jones Act forever. She blamed Trump for steel tariffs hurting shipyards, but didn't note Biden kept the tariffs all 4 years. Great example of why this show has to be reformed.
I’m the only one who is not remotely disturbed by the Democrat fraud unfolding in the Los Angeles mayor’s race. And why? Because I knew to a certainty that statistically impossible cheating would take place AGAIN. I said it, I was right, and I’m done with it.
America is lost.
Because I’m neither ready nor willing to give up on America I refuse to believe the final chapter on this CA election travesty has been written. Something major must come from this; if not a reversal of the election, a catalyst for widespread election reform & voter awareness.