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It was on this day, 8 years ago, that I gave political advice for the first time to @realDonaldTrump and he responded with the below. 👇#MAGA

@Cernovich @flulrich Exactly!

@flulrich also people playing started younger. pickleball is being picked up by gen pop.

@Cernovich This is a serious issue. Fantastic that older people are being active but systemic inflammation creates the environment where minor soft tissue injuries turn chronic eg. osteoarthritis etc. The death spiral of immobility ensues…

@HarmeetKDhillon This Fishback idiot thinks lawyers take defense cases on contingency

Siri, what is a contract?

@Cernovich @wil_da_beast630 Yeah and penicillin

@wil_da_beast630 I wouldn’t trade places with the aristocracy either. Hot showers are nice.

Last comment on this absurdity: Literally no one living in the modern United States would trade places with a Black American slave, or serf in Ireland, back in 1850. Our lives today are SO remarkably soft and easy that adult fighting men of the various human tribes can spend hours arguing, on the magic computers in our hands, about which group has it worse.

I really appreciated President Trump’s TRUTH SOCIAL on the death of ROBERT MUELLER. Just because someone Is Dead DOES NOT sanitize one’s life or automatically confer NOBILITY. Marcus Aurelius, Seneca, Montaigne and other Kick Ass philosophers felt EXACTLY the way Trump does. This “Mandatory Praise Ritual” is out of control. And “Say Something Nice or Don’t say anything at all” stuff is now “Say something positive even if it’s wildly Exaggerated or FALSE because the guy is dead.” OBAMA, Bush, CHELSEA HANDLER and ZENDAYA are all “Upset” about “Bob Mueller’s Death” —it’s not because he was a Great Guy—It’s because he tried to SABOTAGE President Trump’s first term with the PHONY RUSSIA HOAX and his PREPOSTEROUS Statement: “even though there’s no evidence Trump did anything wrong, we do NOT exonerate President Trump.”—-totally unfair, unjust, Corrupt. Bad Guy! SO LONG BOB! #marcusaurelius

@jemelehill No. President Trump is the best president of the modern age. Robert Mullah was a deep state sociopath who aided and abetted a coup against a democratically elected president. This is more left wing false equivalency

So when a certain someone dies, then it’s all good if we keep this same energy?

@davegreenidge57 Hilarious that you think that wouldn’t have been done any time in the last 10 years if they existed. You are dumber than you look which is saying a lot.

The estate of Robert Mueller could do the funniest thing right now by releasing his personal notes regarding his investigation of our child predator in chief..😎

@JoJoFromJerz She took a break for George Conway sweating on her to write this trash.

Robert Mueller was a patriot. Donald Trump is a piece of shit.

@LePapillonBlu2 Yeah when he was taking orders from better men he did well. As soon as he got power he was as corrupt as they get. Trump should piss on his grave for attempting to imprison his family members for political reasons.

This says everything

@AdamKinzinger Don’t you have a Grindr date or something else to do other than spew stupidity on the internet?

Trump is an abhorant piece of Human garbage.

@TheRickWilson It’s called deodorant Wilson. Try it some time.

Robert Mueller was a hero who served this nation with honor for his entire life. When you die, Americans, and people around the world, will dance in the streets for weeks because you’re a low, degenerate, criminal fraud who left a full stain on the Presidency.

@GavinNewsom When Mueller was taking orders from better men he demonstrated merit. When he had power, much like John McCain, he was a tyrannical sociopath and insurrectionist. Trump should take a piss on his grave for trying to imprison his family members.

Trump despises anyone with a deep sense of duty, discipline, and patriotism. Rest in peace, Robert Mueller.

@AVindman Your failure to pass the Army Fitness Test would also be disqualifying in another decade, tubby.

Draft-dodger saying this about a Vietnam combat vet and career public servant. Despicable and disqualifying in any other decade.

@CarmineSabia They are called consequences. The justice system didn’t meat out the ones they should have so Trump will.

I'm sorry, but Brit is correct. I'm not begrudging how the president feels about Mueller, but saying nothing was an option.

@CalltoActivism Mueller was a scumbag. Fuck him

🚨 WTF. Scott Bessent not only refused to condemn Trump’s celebration of Robert Mueller’s death, he says Trump deserves “EMPATHY for what has been done to him and his family." You can’t make this cruel shit up.

@daveryder @grok is this pic real? Not asking you to opine on what it means just the pic itself

Somebody pointed out that those are Strawberry Shortcake pillowcases and my brain just short-circuited 😲 He's laying on a little girl's bed 😡

@daveryder @DaileyReona Let me guess they were all Jean Carroll sock puppet accounts

@DaileyReona Bullshit. Dozens of women in these comments alone said they had this exact bedding set when they were kids.

@AFPV @spartyon1986 We are going to have a lot of fun with you during the third term.

@spartyon1986 Not at all. Remembering how the loathsome orange moron greeted the deaths of Mueller and Rob Reiner, when the announcement is made I shall join in the global orgy of champagne-glass clinking, high-fiving, and expressions of joy. Can't happen soon enough.

Just sickening.

@AndrewCMcCarthy Clearly he never tried to imprison you or your family members for political reasons

@Microinteracti1 When he was taking orders from other men he engaged in meritorious conduct. When he had power and was calling the shots he was a tyrant, an insurrectionist and a fraud. Simple as

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