Spencer Pratt is Teaming Up With Karen Bass' OWN FAMILY to Take Her Down.
The brother of Karen Bass is suing the Mayor over negligence during the Palisades fire and Pratt has joined him.
He is NOT done in California and he also says he has CRIMINAL Evidence that will force Karen Bass or Nithya Raman to resign.
Spencer Pratt just declared WAR...
Justin Gaethje was literally in the Oval Office before his fight, looking at the actual Declaration of Independence.
Then he walked out as a 6-to-1 underdog and beat the piss out of his opponent to win the first undisputed championship of his career.
I genuinely don't care what your politics are. That's one of the coolest sequences of events I've ever seen in sports.
Am I really supposed to think this isn't awesome because people decided to make it political?
@NorCalReport@jammles9 he is grandstanding and hopes to be vindicated as some sort of hero. I don’t think it’s gonna work out for the Newsoms: they have embezzled millions and essentially devastated CA.
And the Pally Wankers march for people who did or are capable of this sort of murder.
Libi Cohen-Meguri was murdered on October 7th at just 22 years old
She went to dance at the Nova festival and was shot by Hamas terrorists while trying to escape on Route 232.
At 8:11 AM, she called her parents:
“I’ve been shot in the stomach, I’ve been shot in the arm, I’m losing blood. I’m going to die.”
In calm and heartbreaking words, she understood the end had come.
She asked to speak to her twin brother Tomer and little sister Maya:
“I’m going to die. Just listen.
I love you, Yariv — the best dad I could’ve had.
Mom, please stop screaming, just listen — you’re the best mom we could have asked for.
Don’t forget to be a good mom to Tomer and Maya.
Tomer, how lucky we were to live life together. I love you.
Maya, never forget you are the treasure of my life.”
Her parents begged her to lie on the road and pretend to be dead. She did.
But the terrorists saw her move.
“Mom, they’re coming to shoot me again...”
Screams in Arabic. A long burst of gunfire.
And the call was cut.
Alone on the road divider, her body was riddled with bullets at point-blank range.
Murdered in cold blood.
Islamic Terrorists in Africa chant "Allahu Akbar" as they film mass graves of Christians - right after they slaughtered them in clear defiance of all international law.
This is why I don't care about anyone's feelings when I call out Greg Abbott for allowing the Islamic Invasion of Texas and providing them $1 Billion of our tax dollars to 24 Muslim-only schools.
I refuse to play 'Red vs. Blue', when we are being conquered by both.
@HillaryClinton
Ma’am, I was the Air Force Lt. Colonel who carried the nuclear football for your husband inside that “people’s house” you’re suddenly so precious about. I saw it all up close for two years.
While Bill was getting blow jobs in the Oval Office from an intern and groping female Air Force enlisted crew on Air Force One, you and your staff treated the military with open disdain, like we were the help, not the men and women sworn to protect this nation. The disrespect for anything non-Clinton was palpable.
You lecture about “respect for the institution” while your husband lost the nuclear codes and shrugged it off.
And when you finally slinked out in 2001? You and your crew trashed the place—vandalism, theft, glue in drawers, obscene messages, stolen property, and filth left behind for the next administration. The GAO confirmed it. Classy exit from the “people’s house.”
The White House belongs to the American people, not your grifting dynasty. They just elected a fighter who actually respects the military and the office. Keep ripping off poor kids in Haiti, selling your merch and clutching pearls.
Sit down, bitch. The adults are back in charge.
Eric and @WillieNelson performing "Night Life" together at New York City's @BeaconTheatre in 2003, as part of a 70th birthday celebration concert for Willie.
This is a thank you to one of the animal control officers who came that April afternoon to take my dog away.
Before they drove off, one of the officers extended his hand to me. On his right wrist was a black KIA band, just like the one I wear, a constant reminder of brothers lost and promises kept. In that moment, the uniform fell away. We were simply two men - part of the same brotherhood - who carried the same kind of weight.
He leaned in slightly, his voice low so only I could hear.
“Fight for her,” he said, his eyes meeting mine with a flicker of something raw. “Don’t give up. Get her back.”
There was weariness in his face, the look of a man who had been sent on too many calls that didn’t need to happen. His heart clearly wasn’t in taking her. I could feel it in his grip and hear it in his voice.
Those words stayed with me long after the trucks disappeared down the road. They became a spark I carried through the darkest days that followed. In a moment when it would have been easy to feel completely alone, a stranger in uniform reminded me that I still had a fight worth fighting.
I’ve tried to find out who he was so I could thank him properly, but no one at the department that I have talked to seemed to know. My description didn’t ring any bells.
He may have been Heaven-sent.
If you’re reading this, brother: thank you. You have no idea how much those few lowly spoken words meant to me when I needed them most.
I am proud to be teaming up with Karen Bass' brother in suing his sister for her reckless negligence that led to the destruction of our homes. I hope their Thanksgiving dinner isn't too awks. I know ours hasn't been the same since last year...
People keep asking, so I've got to answer. No, I don't anticipate going to jail. We learned at the hearing that the deal I signed did not result in the prosecution dropping the charges. It simply deferred them for 12 months and let me bring Lucy home. The Commonwealth Attorney retained prosecutorial discretion, meaning she can try to charge me again, drop charges, or reduce charges. All things are on the table.
I didn't like it. I thought I was agreeing to have charges dropped in a year, but I had no choice but to agree to the deal, even according to the new terms. I had to get Lucy out of there. I can envision a scenario where 12 months pass and the prosecution decides to get charges to stick against me out of the light of public scrutiny. I can also envision a scenario where the prosecutor just wants this to go away and drops them.
I cannot imagine that the judge would send me to jail at that point over an incident that occurred entirely within my own yard and was over in seconds, so for the time being, anyone talking like that's a fait accompli needs to cool their jets a bit.
We'll cross that bridge when we get there.
Yes, that was my reason for feeling a sense of disquiet mingled with my relief at getting Lucy home. I wanted the threat of jail time to no longer be hanging over my head. I've gotten so accustomed to facing charges that carry jail time since we moved here, that I'm just so worn out by it. But it was not to be.
I've had a security clearance for two decades now. I haven't been using it actively for a while. I'm not doing anymore overseas tours. I work from home now on my own private sector business, which gives me the chance to spend time with those I love the most.
I've always kept that clearance in my back pocket though, as a security blanket if things ever go sideways economically.
After all the warzone tours and hardship, it would be a shame to risk losing that over a brief collar slip in my own yard, a weaponized technicality if ever there was one.
I'm not going to dwell on it. It is out of my hands now. I encourage everyone who has supported me and Lucy to let this go too. Just pray for outright dismissal. If things change, I will let you know.
On to the next: #SaveSnuggles