Hudson Mack

@brianstelter @sarafischer @mikeallen I was a regular @Morning_Joe viewer until their Maralago pilgrimage. They helped elect Trump the first time but deny it. I don’t miss Joe’s bragging and braying, interruptions and 30-year old congress war stories, or Mika’s verge-of-tears raging histrionics and faux feminism.

Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski have "re-signed their 'Morning Joe' contracts with MS NOW through the end of 2029," @mikeallen and @sarafischer report axios.com/2026/03/25/mor…

The Art of Getting Shot Reagan took a bullet on a Monday afternoon in 1981 and had the absolute nerve to walk into the limousine under his own power before anyone realised he was bleeding internally. He then told his wife “Honey, I forgot to duck,” and informed the surgical team he hoped they voted Republican. The man had a hole in his lung and was workshopping one-liners. Butler, Pennsylvania, July 2024. A rifle cracks. Trump grabs his ear, drops behind the podium, then rises – slowly, deliberately – fist raised, blood streaked theatrically across his cheek, as the American flag descends behind him like a director called action. “Fight! Fight! Fight!” Trump and the crowd erupts. You know, the deep state and all that. The photographers, somehow, got every frame. Now pause. Professional photographers at a chaotic, panicked shooting scene. Every agent’s instinct screaming GET HIM DOWN. And yet: wide shot, tight shot, silhouette against the flag, fist in the air, golden hour lighting. A sequence so perfectly composed it would embarrass a Hollywood unit photographer. The FBI found the shooter on the roof. A roof that Secret Service had been warned about. A roof with a direct sightline. A roof that remained unoccupied until it wasn’t. And now Viktor Orban. Hungary. Election approaching. Leaked documents suggesting a staged assassination attempt – enough to generate sympathy, not enough to cause actual damage. The same script, different country, cheaper production values. Reagan bled because someone shot him. Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

Trying not to look blasted

@BoswellDoug Don’t you gullible sheep realize this is fake. Just like the “assassination attempt”.

Trump has decided that he does not want Canada as the 51st state. He does not want that Liberal cancer in the US. POTUS must have listened to a rational leader - Pierre - on the Joe Rogan show.

The Toronto Maple Leafs announced their parade route this afternoon.

Watch how Air Canada Collided With a Fire Truck at LaGuardia Sunday night, March 22, 2026. LaGuardia Airport is already stretched thin. A United Airlines flight has aborted its takeoff after an anti-ice warning light comes on, flight attendants in the back are feeling ill from an unknown odor, and the crew declares an emergency when no gates are immediately available. A Port Authority fire truck, Truck 1, is dispatched to respond. At the same time, Air Canada Express Flight 8646, a Jazz Aviation Bombardier CRJ-900 operating from Montreal Trudeau International Airport, is on final approach to Runway 4. The lone controller on duty, simultaneously managing both ground and tower operations, clears Truck 1 to cross the runway. Seconds later, as Flight 8646 is landing at between 93 and 105 miles per hour, he realises his mistake. He calls for the truck to stop. Over and over. It is too late. The CRJ-900 strikes the fire truck on Runway 4. The impact destroys the cockpit and tears open the front fuselage. Both pilots are killed. A Delta flight on approach is sent around. Jazz 646 comes to rest on the runway, its nose elevated, its cockpit gone. LaGuardia closes entirely. 72 passengers and four crew members were on board. 41 people are taken to hospital. The fire truck had been sent to help one emergency. It became another. (Disclaimer: This is an estimated recreation of the event using Microsoft Flight Simulator, based on publicly available data and real ATC audio. There may be slight variations in timing, aircraft positioning, and other factors. Unrelated ATC audio might be trimmed out. This video does not depict the exact sequence or conditions of the actual event.) Real ATC Audio by LiveATC.net #Aviation #AirCanada #LaGuardia #RunwayIncursion #AviationAccident

You know who’s a perfect metaphor for the GOP? Scott Jennings. A pundit who mocks Trump with us during commercial breaks — but fawns over Trump when the camera is rolling. Brave enough to speak out… in the green room.

Largely unseen POV video from @TheWashigtonPos from Trump's fake assassination attempt in Butler, PA. We can see that the flag is lowered into position for the photoshoot between 16 and 19 seconds in the video as the photographers are ushered in. It takes the Secret Service over 45 seconds from him seen on floor behind podium, to get Trump down the stage stairs towards the car. And the agent in front of him is a very short woman, perfect for that frontpage shot which appeared in the media.

Staggering corruption.

Let me explain what just happened 👇 5 minutes before the President announced a halt to attacks on Iran… someone placed a $1.5 BILLION bet on stocks going up and dumped $192 million in oil. 5 minutes… These trades were 4 to 6 times larger than anything else in the entire market. Whoever did this wasn’t guessing. You don’t risk $1.5 billion on a hunch. There was zero public indication this announcement was coming. No leaks. No press. Nothing. The only people who knew were in the room when the decision was made. Someone in that room picked up a phone. And within minutes they made more money than most Americans will earn in a thousand lifetimes. In a single trade. On a war that cost you $4+ a gallon gas and $16 billion in tax dollars. American citizens funded this war. Politicians are profiting from it. This is not the first time. Every major announcement from this administration has had massive suspicious trades right before it dropped. Tariff reversals. Policy shifts. War decisions. This is the most blatant insider trading operation in the history of American politics. It’s not even close. And it’s happening over and over in broad daylight. You would go to federal prison for trading on a tip from your cousin. These people are front running war decisions with billion dollar bets and nobody will ever ask a single question. Nobody will be investigated. Nobody will be charged. By tomorrow this will be buried under the next satisfying headline. Just like last time. And the time before that. The game is rigged. And they’re not even trying to hide it anymore…

The pilot who died after the collision on the tarmac at New York's LaGuardia Airport was from Coteau-du-Lac Quebec. He was 30-year-old Antoine Forest. Rest in peace ❤️🇨🇦

@LauraLoomer Get over it.

Not in Business or First class. People pay to have comfort in Business and First class so they can work, not listen to crying babies. I don’t want to listen to crying babies when I’m traveling for work and paying more for comfort while I work.

@MediawatchNw Hope you enjoyed your visit.

Well, last night in Victoria. Time to head back home tomorrow. I’m trying to decide if I should remodel my primary bathroom or hop in the car and drive.

@LauraLoomer You obviously have no children. Rest assured no one wanted that baby to stop crying more than its parents. Try kindness.

Is there anything worse than a crying baby on a plane? I wish parents would control their children. It’s so disruptive. I refuse to believe a baby cries for 10 hours. At some point this is just bad parenting, right?

@ConsumerSOS @StLawrenceMkt I love the peameal bacon sandwiches.

So fortunate to live in the oldest part of Toronto, dating to about 1793. And to have the @StLawrenceMkt just across the street. #Toronto

Absolutely faked.

My Prime Minister didn’t insult her with some tasteless Pearl Harbor joke. Instead he impressed her with his ability to speak Japanese.

KIRO Radio is actually the reason CBS has its recorded history through World War II. Somebody, long before me, had a good sense to record newscasts then. Obviously it is much more complicated than that, but what we did back then preserved history for CBS. I cannot tell you how proud it makes me to say “we.” And I thank our friend Scott for perfectly explaining how radio works at its best. radioworld.com/news-and-busin…

The entire planet is counting down to the single most satisfying obituary ever written.
Because he is, was, and forever will be an irredeemable piece of shit.

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