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If you aren’t already follow @HunterBiden To say he is killing it answering the MAGA’s with simple truth is an understatement. His replies are worth getting out the popcorn!!!!🍿
You caught them. Mom and Dad were going to sell bibles and cell phones, golden sneakers, and NFTs, Chinese watches and cologne but wouldn’t you know someone beat them to the punch. They were left with only one choice write two books like every former First Lady and President has done in modern history.
As a native Texan - I feel this as well. I hear it echoing in conversations. There was an energy for Beto against Cruz in 2018 and the younguns almost got him over the line. But…the majority of Texas moderates were still “ok”. Life was not really stressed yet. They were comfortable even though Trump had them a little wary by then. Not now. They are not ok. Mad. Disillusioned. Anxious. Worried about prices/healthcare/school quality and shootings/ jobs/crime. None of which Trump nor Paxton have improved. And women hate Paxton worse Q than they disliked Cruz. On the flip side Talarico isn’t as “scary” as Beto. They like this clean cut, well spoken Christian white guy. They may actually vote FOR Talarico instead of just not voting like they did in 2018.
I loved Beto’s frankness and energy but many Republican moderate women thought he was “too left” - even though on policy he is probably a bit to the right of Talarico but the perception was Beto was too liberal. Talarico plays on his faith and teacher background to come across as someone they would bring a pie to for fixing their porch light. Not scary. Paxton knows this and is already trying to paint him as “extreme and far left and woke/wacky”. The problem for him is …..Talarico just doesn’t come across that way. At all. I think he has a legitimate shot at winning!
Trump didn’t seek to find out what really happened (and who was really behind the “assassination” attempt) because he already knows—he clearly set it up. Real Secret Service would never leave a president exposed for a photo op.
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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
Yes to walking 2 miles to school at 7-9 years old. “If there is trouble - knock on a door with the “hand” poster in the window. Except they weren’t home either lol. At 11 babysitting my 6 month old nephew who had a fever and croup. I was so scared. Parents and my parents 25 miles away at a party telling me what to do over the phone!!!!! Just crazy.
1961 here and indeed! Parents who were there when my Boomer siblings were young were gone all the time with me. I came along 15 years later and it was a totally different scenario. Raised myself and everything said about GenX applies to me but not my siblings. I think “GenX” should start in 1960. We do not really identify with the Boomer mindset.
@jeromeboling@bigarashad@HQNewsNow It’s actually catastrophic she wasn’t President (I still
Maintain she won) on so many levels. Worldwide. Repercussions for generations.
I've been reading the Epstein files.
What’s inside them is horror and evil beyond language.
Pedophilia.
Rape.
Cannibalism.
CSA.
Kidnapping.
Trafficking.
Children spoken about as food.
Code words like pizza.
Photographs of molds taken from real children’s body parts used as decorations.
The elite.
The parties.
The auctions.
Major corporations involved.
Businesses woven into everyday American life, including the company nearly every school uses for student photos.
This was protected.
Investigations obstructed.
Evidence buried or destroyed.
Sweetheart deals granted.
Victims silenced with threats, NDAs, settlements, and intimidation.
This was financed and laundered through shell companies and complex money trails.
It was international.
Multiple countries.
Multiple jurisdictions.
Not one island. Not one network.
Recruitment pipelines where children were groomed, coerced, and forced to recruit other children.
Abuse discussed casually.
Suffering treated like logistics.
Blackmail.
Documentation used as leverage.
Powerful people insulated by proximity to politics, royalty, and intelligence-adjacent circles.
Out of thousands of children referenced, named, or implied, only around thirty are accounted for.
The rest are missing.
Erased.
Unanswered.
People joking about what they’ve done.
Joking about what they plan to do next.
This is not conspiracy.
This is documentation.
I do not know how one could witness what happened on Epstein Island and not turn away. This is the kind of evil that makes hell seem embarrassed. No deity, no devil, no myth feels sufficient to hold it.
What is in these files is so grotesque, so deliberate, so organized, that every single party involved must be held accountable. Not some. Not a few. All of them.
Your politics do not matter here. Democrats and Republicans are named. Celebrities and CEOs are named. Corporations are named. Defending any of them over the safety of children is complicity. We must stand together, united beyond party, fame, or wealth, to end this evil and protect every child.
WE ARE NOT ANGRY ENOUGH!!!!
This is also your reminder, if you read them, to take breaks. Step away when your body tells you to. Drink water. Ground yourself. You are allowed to protect your nervous system while demanding justice. Reset is not complacency. It is survival.
WE ARE NOT ANGRY ENOUGH!!!
The snowstorm Grok is referencing was during EARLY VOTING. Yes closing some polls (including mine) But TODAY was the actual ED voting. No snow. Cold but sunny. And though it was a major inconvenience for me to vote today instead of early - I made sure to go cast my vote for Rehmet!!!!!!
I think you all live in some other world. It’s really not that simple. Not all employers don’t pay the “right wage”. I run a horse farm in Texas. And yet - the Americans willing to do the work rarely last. From 3 hours on the job to 2 months. Averaging about 1-2 weeks and they QUIT. Hours - remember this is agriculture not an office job. Feed starting at 6 am. 30 min break after feeding. Break from 8-9. Lunch 1-2 Feed at 4:30 finish by 5:30. 6 days a week Sun off. One weekend a month have Sat/Sun off. Yes longer than 8-5. Crazy hours? For agriculture- not at all. 54 hours a week and 45 hours one week a month. Pay $800 a week NET (yes we deduct taxes) that’s $41,600 a year but here is the kicker. They have housing provided. No utility/repair etc bills of any sort. They pay for their food,personal and phone. That works out to roughly $15/hr not including housing etc. and $20/hr conservatively including housing etc. !!!! If we are expected to pay more than $20/hr for entry level labor (ie no schooling/degrees/mgmt etc) then expect many agricultural type of businesses to fold. Once upon a time I would have agreed that we exploited their cheap labor. Those days are LONG GONE. Yet - I still cannot keep American workers for any length of time. And I hate to say it but they also do ½ the work in the same amount of time. Would I like to be sure all my employees are here legally - you bet. Design a work permit system where I pay $1000 per year per permit/employee and hire them from vetted (for criminal history) online govt visa/permit site where I can post my jobs and they pay all taxes to a real tax number. Every year I renew the permit if they are still clean record and employed by me. Win win. I get hard working employees who want the job the gov gets money from me annually (imagine the revenue from all employer permits annually) and they pay bonified taxes for the services they use. (And by the way NONE of my workers get any gov benefits or vote - that is bullshit) It is not rocket science. Other countries have a similar setup for foreign labor for jobs the domestic population doesn’t fill (middle eastern countries esp)