On January 6th I followed the crowd into the Capitol and shouted. Police stood by the whole time, hanging out with us and sometimes directing us places.
At one point near the House Chambers I was walking downstairs when a trio of some special section, secret service looking men started pointing guns in my direction.
Confused and annoyed, I walked the other way and when I saw a normal police officer asked him why they were doing that.
He informed me a protestor (Ashli Babbit) had been killed, and advised me to leave the building.
I walked towards the exit and after a short rest on the bench I left.
I harmed nobody and damaged no property that day and complied with all police orders.
What I received for that was a pre-dawn raid at my parents house, where my 1 month post-partum wife and I were staying, on Biden's first day in office. His DOJ had signed the order to arrest me 3 hours after his inauguration.
In the subsequent weeks I received death threats online and harassing phone calls, something that would be ongoing for the next few years.
I was banned from Meta and Paypal. My wife and I were both debanked by PNC and banned from Airbnb. My wife was detained at the airport for hours with our newborn daughter.
I was charged with 4 misdemeanors and the 1512 unconstitutional felony. The government offered to drop the misdemeanors if I pled to the felony. The felony was a lie, so I refused and went to trial.
At trial the prosecution for 2 days straight was allowed to show footage to the jury of things that occurred around the Capitol I wasn't present for "for context." When we asked to put forward footage that contradicted the prosecution's "context" we were not allowed. They could show what they wanted, we could not.
Police officers were then put on the stand for the next 2 days who cried about their experiences. I had no idea who they were. They admitted they never saw me or interacted with me.
Nevertheless like every other J6er, I lost, and was sentenced to 4 years and $22k in fines and restitution. Yet even after the Supreme Court overturned the felony, the judge would not let me out until my misdemeanor sentences of a year were maxed out. Because she can't count she actually kept me in longer - to the extent she intervened at the last minute to make the prison release me on a Sunday, something that is against BOP rules. My family sat outside the prison gates the Friday before practically the whole day waiting in vain because of this pettiness.
But the government wasn't satisfied with their pound of flesh: after my release they took me back in for resentencing, to attempt to have me resentenced after the fact to my misdemeanors consecutively, so I'd be taken from my family again and have another 1.5 years behind bars. This time I won, as they had no legal precedent and it skirted on violating double jeopardy since I had served my full prison time. Even still, it cast a cloud over the holidays and cost me another 20k my family couldn't afford.
People ask whether prison was bad, and yeah of course prison sucked. It was a hard and violent place. I was present for a stabbing, and was lucky to avoid two fights and a race war.
But dealing with Biden's DOJ and the DC Judiciary was the real trauma - they would grind down your spirit by weaponizing the legal system and use the endless procedure to bankrupt you. I had nightmares for months after release that I had somehow been hit with new charges.
By the time I was pardoned by President Trump, I had spent literally every single day of Biden's presidency either in prison or under some form of supervision. I had incurred over $300k in legal fees and over $1 million in lost business.
It was a reign of terror, and yet it was a mere foreshadowing of what they had planned for anyone else who opposed them under Kamala. The country should never forget it.
Anger is one of the stages of grief.
As an American, it does not surprise me that the POTUS is still angry about Bob’s Betrayal.
Mueller (a known drinker), spent taxpayer money to pursue a phantom Russia Collusion Hoax that was held up and manufactured by our partner’s in the Five Eyes (UK included).
So your perspective from London, as to how he should be remembered, glosses over the fact that Bob destroyed his own legacy in the end.
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
The US needs 500,000 new electricians this decade.
Apprenticeships take 5 years.
Microsoft’s Brad Smith says it’s the #1 thing slowing data center expansion.
The AI bottleneck isn’t chips. It’s the trades.
@JasonrShuman It's the regulatory state around occupational licensing.
To become master plumber in Texas, you must:
> work 8,000 hours as a plumber
> log 4 years as a journeyman
> pay the state licensing board
> pass an outdated exam
Oh, and your license won't transfer to many states.
There was a time when OJT was a thing. Perhaps we need to bring that back and remove some of these hurdles. We have the same problem with engineers. They get a degree in engineering, then have to take an EIT exam, and then work as an EIT for 5 yrs, take another exam, and THEN they’re finally an engineer. WTF??
@marcorubio a/k/a Marcus A Rublius
Is this a Simulation, Destiny, or a Call of Duty?
Will he rise to the occasion or wallow at the DC trough?
So far, so good.
BUT~
Will absolute power corrupt him? Can he be bought? Will he be our next POTUS? Will he stay the course?
@marcorubio a/k/a Marcus A Rublius
Is this a Simulation, Destiny, or a Call of Duty?
Will he rise to the occasion or wallow at the DC trough?
So far, so good.
BUT~
Will absolute power corrupt him? Can he be bought? Will he be our next POTUS? Will he stay the course?
Steve Witkoff just revealed what the Iranian regime told him about their nuclear program during negotiations — and it may have sealed their fate.
President Trump drew a red line and it appears the Iranians thought he was bluffing. Clearly, they thought wrong.
This has always been a spiritual battle, that’s why it keeps repeating itself.
What are bio-weapons, COVID, manufactured epidemics, war, and abortion?
After they destroy economies and can find no way out, what do they do? They are all faced with the same question:
“What do we do about the poor people”?
So, like devouring lions, these “big thinkers” of every age have the same evil “solution”.
Francis Derby was the owner of a boutique & trendy restaurant called, The Cannibal. The Paleo & Carnivore Diets crazes were peaking when this meat-focused restaurant was open.
Jerky is not one of the code words.
If you think it is, you sound ridiculous and are missing the target. Aim better. 🎯
@Bannons_WarRoom Steve… Your interview was fascinating. Epstein’s recordings with former PM, Ehud Barak were also illuminating. Did this poser really belong on the Trilateral Commission though?
“Surviving Wonderland: A Descent into the Epstein Labyrinth”
@Lovetheblockc @ghayoor_malak @CA_Matthius The image of the man in Tel Aviv appears to be AI-generated, based on reports from sources like Hindustan Times, which note it was created using Gemini AI and has a watermark in the full version. It doesn't match verified photos of Epstein@Lovetheblockc @ghayoor_malak @CA_Matthius The image of the man in Tel Aviv appears to be AI-generated, based on reports from sources like Hindustan Times, which note it was created using Gemini AI and has a watermark in the full version. It doesn't match verified photos of Epstein@Lovetheblockc@ghayoor_malak@CA_Matthius The image of the man in Tel Aviv appears to be AI-generated, based on reports from sources like Hindustan Times, which note it was created using Gemini AI and has a watermark in the full version. It doesn't match verified photos of Epstein.
@Ceo_Branding@AFpost Remember Tom Hanks and his wife getting COVID early in the pandemic? How about that PSA he did to scare the crap out of the entire world right on cue? Tommy boy is in those files too. He’s locking his comments on social media and scurried off to Greece.
@AFpost Who else remembers Tom Hanks and his wife coming down with COVID early in the Pandemic? How about that little PSA he did to scare the crap out of everyone? Right on cue, right?
@SenJohnBarrasso
This is the pivotal moment in US History you will forever be lauded for by future generations:
~Preserving and Defending our Republic with the SAVE Act~
Thank you, Senator!
@exjon Precisely.
We cannot exercise our civil rights by interfering with or denying the civil rights of others.
If this goes to SCOTUS, this will be the majority opinion by the court.