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Bill Maher to JD Vance: "Here's my deal breaker for your side. Okay. Under Trump, you guys have two outcomes in an election can be. Either we win, or they cheat it. That shit has to stop. "
Massie: "I think it's ironic that we control the House, Senate, Supreme Court, and the White House, and we're yelling 'election fraud'? I mean, we won all the damn elections."
Find me another college town where the head coach from 60 years ago (Rip Engle)’s grandson is served a beer by the head coach of 15 years ago (Joe)’s granddaughter in one night, in one place, and I’ll tell you the math is impossible.
But it is not. It just happened.
There was a rule when I was in Trump's first term: if a memo had a staple in it, it was too long for him to read.
Life-or-death decisions were cut to one page. Or a half-page. Or less. Bold fonts. BIG pictures.
When you’re wondering why everything’s a mess, remember that.
As a DC9 union painter with 30+ years in coatings, I’m looking at the failure not a conspiracy theory.
When a coating is lifting off in large sheets like this, that points to an adhesion failure: improper surface preparation, contamination left behind, the wrong coating system, poor recoat timing, or water introduced before the system fully cured.
A quality two-part epoxy system can perform well but the product is only as good as the prep and application. The substrate has to be properly profiled/cleaned, the specified primer or first coat applied correctly, recoat windows followed, and the full system allowed to cure before being put back into service.
That is not “vandals.” That is a coating failure that deserves a real independent inspection and an explanation of exactly what system was specified and how it was applied.
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Y’all acting like you’ve never seen an octogenarian drug addict blow 16M on Reflecting Pool reno cause he gave a no bid gov’t contract to a guy who looks like he sold quaaludes to The Riddler & then blame the algae bloom on a 350 ft boxcutter attack by underwater Antifa before?
“The Beast” is generally reported at about 20,000 pounds, roughly 10 tons. It probably weighed a bit more with tubby Trump strapped into his child seat. On May 7th, Trump and his entourage drove across the newly applied coating.
The failure is likely multifactorial, involving adhesion, surface prep, water chemistry, and material choice.
The physics (SCIENCE!!):
The 20,000 lb Presidential "Beast" means about 5,000 lb per tire if the weight is evenly distributed. If the tires are inflated like heavy-duty truck tires, the contact patch may only be around 45-65 square inches per tire, meaning a lot of force concentrated in small areas. The bigger issue is not just downward weight; it is tire shear: turning, braking, accelerating, and twisting rubber on a coating can tug at the surface. On a coating system, that can break weak adhesion points. Once water gets under a lifted edge, peeling can spread.
These assholes drove right over the coating. It's not even a vehicular traffic coating (which is meant to be driven on), and they're wondering why it's pealing? Was it even cured? These people are fucking stupid and can't own up to their own mistakes.
Step 1: Remove filters in Reflecting Pool because Obama put them in.
Step 2: Give your criminal neighbor who runs "Greenwater Services" a $20 million no-bid contract to paint the pool.
Step 3: Fill the pool with water from the Potomac River, the phosphates from which cause algae blooms.
Step 4: Freshly sealed pool and extreme heat result in a super scum event
Step 5: Direct National Park Service to dump hydrogen peroxide into the pool which causes the paint to peel.
Step 5: Deploy US National Guard to stop people from taking photos of the swamp as a perfect metaphor for the administration.
Step 6: Blame someone else.
Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.
George Orwell, 1984
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. I’m still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who won’t answer.
Show up.
Most days that’s the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesn’t make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other people’s sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didn’t.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasn’t symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
I’ve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
That’s the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
To the utter delight of the entire democratic free world, Italian prime minister Giorgia Meloni once again rips America's pedophile psychopath a new asshole.
Americans who cherish Western democracy remain grateful @GiorgiaMeloni has been such a fierce supporter of Ukraine in its ongoing fight against Russian invaders.