Nancy the Retired Editor
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@NancyEditor8
Retired Newsie, WOODTV- The next adventure begins.
@Simon_Ingari Well the HR is not wrong. You broke the machine and you expect the company to pay? So everyday some dumb arse who doesn't know how to operate a coffee machine breaks it, the company shd pay for your stupidity?
We already know America's queen of cosplay and horrible DHS Secretary. Kristi Noem splurges on planes to be in the mile high club. But now she is going to spend taxpayer dollars to buy new suits for Secret Service agents. The only reason she is buying the suits is she doesn't like the ones the agents are wearing. Many Americans are unable to afford food, clothing, shelter and healthcare but hey, in Trump's world it only matters how people look not who is hurting. #DemsUnited
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Now this makes all the sense…
THE SECRET TAPES HE FEARS THE MOST Folks, we are long past the point where this is “too complicated,” “too sensitive,” or “too icky.” That’s not caution — that’s cowardice. Because somewhere in a vault, on a hard drive, in a box labeled DO NOT TOUCH UNLESS YOU WANT TROUBLE, sit nearly 100 HOURS OF RECORDINGS that could finally tell us what Donald Trump’s relationship with Jeffrey Epstein actually was. And THAT is why we keep getting the noise. First comes the hype. Trump dangles the Epstein files like bait at a MAGA fishing derby. “Oh, there’s explosive stuff,” he hints. “Very bad people.” Wink. Nudge. Crowd cheers. Then — magically — when he’s back in power, suddenly disclosure becomes a “witch hunt,” a “hoax,” a “very unfair thing people are saying.” Funny how transparency develops stage fright when the spotlight turns inward. Michael Wolff didn’t stumble into this story yesterday. He spent years recording Epstein — nearly a hundred hours — listening to a man who claimed Trump was his “best friend” for a decade. Not a casual acquaintance. Not a guy he waved to across a buffet. A BEST FRIEND. Nicknames. Parties. Planes. Palm Beach. Models. Money. The whole Eighties entitlement sampler platter. And now? Silence. Snippets. Carefully rationed crumbs. Because the full recordings don’t fit neatly into a campaign slogan or a denial drafted by lawyers on Red Bull. Trump says he didn’t write the creepy birthday note. He doesn’t “draw pictures of women.” He barely knew the guy. He kicked him out of Mar-a-Lago. He barely remembers his name — which, given recent cognitive performances he describes as “weaving”, might actually be true, but that’s not a defense, that’s a neurological shrug. Meanwhile, tapes of Epstein’s final night are missing minutes. Guards nap. Cameras fail. Evidence vanishes like it’s allergic to daylight. And we’re told this is all perfectly normal. Just a coincidence…like a carnival booth where the same man always wins the stuffed animal. Here’s the ABSURD LOGIC: We must trust the word of the loudest liar in American history because the truth might make people uncomfortable. If these tapes exonerate Trump, RELEASE THEM. If they implicate powerful people, RELEASE THEM. If they complicate the narrative — too freaking bad. Democracy doesn’t survive on vibes and denial. It survives on FACTS. So stop hiding behind outrage and lawsuits. RELEASE THE TAPES. Do it for the survivors. Do it for justice. Do it for America. LET TRUTH HAVE THE LAST WORD. #TrumpStein #EpsteinFiles #EpsteinTapes And that’s the way this grandpa and political satirist sees it.
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