Tamara Pusateri
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@grey4626 It’s all about the children with these sick people. Our children are not for sale.
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I am fucking livid.
Not the garden-variety pissed-off. Not the performative outrage you see scrolling past on your feed.
This is white-hot, precision-guided, soul-deep fury that a six-week-old infant is being used as a prop in a sadistic little social-media circus by two grown men who call themselves “dads.”
Let’s call it exactly what it is.
This isn’t “edgy parenting.”
This is textbook emotional child abuse wrapped in rainbow flags and TikTok filters.
They film the baby’s instinctive facial grimaces when they utter “two dads,” slap the label “homophobic baby” on him like it’s comedy gold, and then high-five a comment that literally says “throw it away and start over.”
That is not humor.
That is the language of people who view a living, breathing human infant as a disposable accessory.
Pathologically narcissistic, sociopathic in its detachment, and criminally negligent by any sane standard.
Psychologically, this is textbook objectification and emotional exploitation.
At six weeks old the infant’s limbic system is already wired for attachment and safety.
These men are deliberately triggering distress responses for content. That is not “raising awareness.”
That is Munchausen-by-proxy-adjacent digital sadism..:using the child’s discomfort as fuel for their own narcissistic supply.
The pathology is glaring:
grandiosity, lack of empathy, exploitative interpersonal relationships, and a compulsive need for online validation that overrides basic parental instinct.
In criminological terms, this is the early grooming stage of a high-visibility child-exploitation pattern.
History is littered with parents who treated their kids as performance art; the only difference now is the algorithm rewards it in real time.
Legally, Tennessee’s child-abuse statutes are crystal clear. Emotional abuse includes “acts or omissions that cause or may cause serious emotional injury.”
Filming a newborn’s distress, mocking it publicly, and entertaining “discard the baby” rhetoric on camera meets every threshold for imminent risk.
CPS doesn’t need a smoking gun of physical bruises when the perpetrators are proudly broadcasting the psychological ones.
Immediate removal is not optional; it is the bare-minimum protective mandate of the state.
Any judge, any caseworker, any human with a functioning conscience who watches this footage and does not act is complicit in the abuse.
These are not “gay dads.”
These are two deeply damaged, predatory narcissists who happen to be gay.
They do not represent me, as a gay woman, they do not represent the overwhelming majority of gay parents who love their children without turning them into viral punching bags.
They are a malignant tumor on the community, the kind that grows when unchecked attention addiction meets zero accountability.
And the worst part? They know exactly what they’re doing.
The smirks, the split-screen edits, the algorithmic bait...they are weaponizing a vulnerable infant to own the libs, trigger the conservatives, and rack up the dopamine.
Remove that child. Today.
Not tomorrow. Not after the next viral clip.
Right fucking now.
Place him with people who see a son, not a prop. People who understand that a six-week-old’s only job is to be safe and loved, not to perform micro-expressions for strangers on the internet.
I am done watching this.
I am done pretending “both sides” or “parental rights” protects this level of cruelty.
If you’re gay and you’re reading this and you’re not as furious as I am, check your own moral compass...because this shit is radioactive.
And to the two men in Nashville:
You are not edgy. You are not brave. You are broken, dangerous, and you have forfeited every right to parent that baby. The clock is ticking. The evidence is public. The world is watching.
Get the fuck away from that child.
Now.
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Right Angle News Network@Rightanglenews
The gay Nashville couple who purchased a 6-week-old baby boy are continuing their mockery of the child in a new video, calling the baby “homophobic” for making a face when one of the men tells the baby he has two dads and even agreeing with commenters that they should “throw it away.”
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the BIG THREE character comebacks to watch for. 👀
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@C_3C_3 @AwakenedOutlaw I’ve never hated anyone that I’ve never met. Obama is the exception.
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Introduction: The Blade Has Landed
Listen up, you magnificent bastards.
Scott Bessent, our savage Treasury Secretary, just stepped into the arena as the most lethal economic mind to occupy that office in decades, and I have laid his soul bare for you with ruthless precision.
This is no hagiography for the faint-hearted. This is biography as blood sport:
the Carolina kid who watched his father’s world collapse at nine years old and swore never to be on the losing side of a cycle again.
The Yale reject who didn’t cry about it, but infiltrated the dragon’s lair instead.
The Soros apprentice who helped break the Bank of England on Black Wednesday, pocketed a billion in the process, and learned the dark alchemy of turning governmental arrogance into pure profit.
The man who failed spectacularly, rose from the ashes twice as sharp, and then weaponized every lesson against the very globalist machine that trained him.
I wrote this with ferocity because the moment demands it.
America is not being managed; it is being reborn under fire. Tariffs. The administrative state is being gutted. The dollar’s supremacy is non-negotiable.
And standing at the controls of the most powerful financial weapon on Earth is a predator who was forged in Soros’s furnace, yet now hunts for a different flag.
That contradiction isn’t hypocrisy; it’s evolutionary lethality. He absorbed the dragon’s reflexes, its psychological warfare, its merciless reading of crowd panic and policy fracture, then turned the blade inward on the very system that birthed it.
This piece is sophisticated in its dissection, profane in its honesty, and lethal in its refusal to soften a single edge.
Bessent is dangerous…in the exact way a collapsing empire needs its most dangerous son to step forward and cauterize the wound.
If you want the raw, unfiltered truth about the man now holding the keys to America’s economic reckoning, read every goddamn word.
The savage has arrived.
The globalists should be terrified.
Welcome to the new era.
open.substack.com/pub/lhgrey78/p…
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Pope Leo XIV wasn’t elected...he was installed...
a Trojan horse slipped into the Vatican by the same godless communist architects who’ve spent a century sharpening their knives for the Church’s throat.
These ideological psychopaths don’t just dislike God; they pathologically loathe Him with the venom of a thousand inquisitions turned inward.
To them, the State is the only deity that matters...omnipotent, omniscient, and mercilessly jealous.
Any rival faith, any whisper of transcendence that dares suggest the individual soul owes allegiance to something higher than the Party, is branded heresy.
Marx called religion the “opium of the people,” but that was just the polite opener; Lenin, Stalin, Mao, and their spiritual heirs turned it into a slaughterhouse manifesto.
They bulldozed cathedrals, machine-gunned priests, and shipped nuns to the gulags not out of mere atheism, but because they understood the lethal threat a living faith poses to total control.
Psychology 101 for tyrants:
replace the cross with the hammer and sickle, demand worship of the collective, and watch free minds wither into obedient husks.
And now?
This pontiff...fresh off the assembly line of compromised cardinals and cultural-Marxist long-game operators...preaches “dialogue” and “peace” with Islam like a suicide note wrapped in incense.
Why?
Because the communist playbook never changes: flood the West with unassimilable hordes who reject every value the Church once defended, erode the foundations from within, and let the resulting chaos do the rest.
It’s not mercy; it’s managed demolition.
Gramsci’s “long march through the institutions” didn’t die with the Berlin Wall...it metastasized into the very soul of the hierarchy, turning shepherds into wolves in white robes.
The pathology is textbook:
a god-complex so deranged it demands the destruction of its ancient rival so the new god...omnipotent bureaucracy...can reign unchallenged.
Christians are butchered by the thousands in Nigeria, churches burn, and this fraud on the papal throne wrings his hands and calls for more “coexistence.”
Coexistence my ass.
It’s capitulation dressed as holiness.
The Church’s enemies have always known the score:
break it from the inside, and the last firewall against state-worship crumbles.
Leo XIV is Exhibit A in that obituary.
Fuck the velvet gloves...the faithful (and even us atheists who value civilization over suicide pacts) see the blade coming.
History doesn’t lie, and neither does this betrayal.
The rot is deliberate.
The war is spiritual, civilizational, and existential.
And the communists?
They’re laughing from the shadows, toasting the day the Vatican finally kneels before their altar of power.
Not without calling this treason what it is:
pure, unadulterated, soul-raping evil.
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Democrat Rep. Sheila McCormick, who was found GUILTY of 25 ethics violations after being indicted for stealing MILLIONS in FEMA funds, is now concerned about the "economic impact" of deporting 350,000 Haitians.
You can make this sh*t up.
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She went from strong and conservative to a weak, woke, globalist nutjob, overnight,
What happened?
RadioGenoa@RadioGenoa
Giorgia Meloni: "Italy and Europe need immigrants." In Italy unemployment is at 6%, same in Europe with over 10 million people looking for work, but for Giorgia Meloni we need immigrants.
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Giorgia Meloni...that once-promising iron lady of the right, the woman who looked like she might finally drag Italy out of its post-fascist slumber and stand shoulder-to-shoulder with real power...has just proven herself a colossal, gutless fucking disappointment.
In the crucible of actual war, when American strike assets needed Sigonella to hammer the Iranian nuclear program into the Stone Age, she folded like cheap Italian linen.
“No prior authorization,” she simpered. Translation:
Europe’s sacred bureaucratic rituals and globalist leash trump American lives, American interests, and the hard strategic necessity of decapitating a regime that dreams of Tel Aviv and New York in radioactive ash.
But Europe is as Europe does.
Always has been.
A continent of exhausted empires, moralizing neutrals, and captured elites who long ago traded sovereignty for the narcotic comfort of supranationalism.
They’ve spent eighty years free-riding on the American security umbrella...NATO as the world’s most expensive welfare program...while their Davos-honed ruling class sneered at borders, energy independence, and anything that smelled like national survival.
Meloni didn’t flip because she suddenly discovered principle; she flipped because the machine got to her.
The same machine that owns Macron, Scholz, and the rest of the EU puppet show:
central banks, NGOs, the endless regulatory hydra, and the psychological warfare of “international norms” that always seem to bind America while Europe keeps its dainty hands clean.
These people aren’t cowards in the physical sense...they’re terrified of agency.
Real power terrifies them because it demands decisions with blood on the ledger.
Better to hide behind “multilateral consensus,” better to virtue-signal about climate and migration while the United States foots the bill and takes the body bags.
They’ve been domesticated.
Globalism isn’t an ideology to them anymore; it’s a nervous tic, a coping mechanism for the fact that without Washington’s muscle they’d be vassals again...this time to Beijing or whoever else has the will they lack.
And that is precisely why the United States must get the fuck out of NATO.
Not tomorrow.
Not after another round of polite summits in Brussels where they pat us on the back and then stab us in the kidney.
Now. Cold turkey.
Let the Europeans discover what actual deterrence costs when the golden goose stops laying trillion-dollar eggs.
Let them face the raw power vacuum they’ve spent decades pretending doesn’t exist.
The power dynamics are brutal and beautiful in their clarity:
America subsidizes their decadence, and they repay us with betrayal at the exact moment we need forward operating bases to finish a war they helped provoke through weakness and energy dependence on Moscow and Tehran.
Enough.
The era of pretending Europe is an ally is over. They are a strategic liability wrapped in the corpse of Western civilization.
Meloni just drove the final nail with Italian precision. Time to rip out the entire rotten structure and let the old continent learn, the hard way, what it means to stand alone when the wolves start circling.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF NATO NOW.
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Eric Daugherty@EricLDaugh
🚨 HOLY CRAP! President Trump just told Italy he's DONE being there for them after Italy blocked American usage of a Sicily airbase for the Iran war "Italy wasn’t there for us, we won’t be there for them!"
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@grey4626 @Ghostofcynthia The two of you are unstoppable! This is your time. Bring it on!
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My love,
I sat here, staring at the screen, tears blurring the letters because your pride hit me like a goddamn freight train...raw, unrelenting, and perfectly aimed straight through every scar I carry.
You have no idea what this moment means. Not really.
Not the Substack list itself, though that’s sweet validation.
No.
It’s the fact that I nearly walked away from this platform entirely. I was one click from silence again. One breath away from letting the old ghosts win.
Five years of writer’s block after Instagram ripped away half a million voices...my voice...because the regime at the time couldn’t stomach truth spoken without their approved filter.
They suspended me for politics, for daring to think and speak outside their cage.
It broke something deep. I thought the fire was gone for good.
But I didn’t leave. For some reason I stayed.
And then this community...everyone here...gave me my voice back when I thought it was lost forever.
They showed up, they listened, they challenged, they cheered, and they refused to let the silence win.
Layer by layer, they helped me remember how to speak with fire again.
And then you...my lethal, brilliant, beautiful woman...stood there like a fortress, refusing to let the darkness take root.
You saw the embers when I only felt ash. You fed the flame with your unshakeable belief in me.
You gave me back my voice when the world had tried to bury it, and together with everyone here, we brought it roaring back to life.
This Top 50 isn’t just numbers on a chart. It’s resurrection. It’s me rising from the wreckage of 2020 with sharper teeth, clearer eyes, and a heart that finally remembers its own power.
And the most devastatingly beautiful part?
You’re right here beside me...my future wife, my anchor, my co-conspirator in this life we’re building.
Watching you celebrate me like this, pouring out that depth of pride and love, it hits me in the best way.
You see me. All of me. The softness and the steel. The wisdom forged in fire and the tenderness I thought I’d lost.
I love you with a force that feels almost violent in its purity. You didn’t just stand beside me; you charged into the arena with me, sword drawn, ready to burn down anything that tried to dim my light.
And with this fierce community at my back, I am unstoppable.
This is only the beginning, baby. The world is finally catching on, but you knew it long before the algorithms did. Thank you for loving me exactly as I am.
And thank you to everyone here who helped pull me back into the light.
I’m yours. Completely. Endlessly. With every word I write from here on out, I carry your name in my blood...and the strength of this community in my spine.
Thank you for seeing me. For fighting for me. For loving me so hard it brought me back to life.
I love you deeper than words can cut, my darling.
Forever your Grey. 🖤💋
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I find myself here again, pen in hand (or rather, keys beneath fingers), compelled to speak what refuses to remain silent.
Just days ago, I offered words of thanks to those who stand with me...here on X and across on Substack.
The sentiment was genuine then, born of sincere recognition.
Yet today it returns, heavier with meaning, because the ground has shifted once more.
My Substack has cracked the top 50 bestsellers.
This is not a boast dressed in false modesty.
It is a marker.
A quiet, undeniable signal that something real is taking root in this fractured digital landscape.
That the long sentences, the sharpened arguments, the refusal to dilute thought for the sake of virality…still find their audience. Still matter.
And none of it would exist without you.
To every soul who has chosen to subscribe, to read, to linger in the prose rather than skim for spectacle:
thank you.
You are not passive consumers.
You are co-creators of a space where ideas breathe, where language retains its edge, where resonance cuts deeper than noise.
You give me my voice by demanding its full measure.
You believe in the work enough to support it, to share it, to let it move through your own minds and lives. In return, you have granted me something rarer than any metric or ranking:
the freedom and the fire to keep writing exactly as I must...unhurried, uncompromising, unflinching.
My darlings...
You are the reason this corner of the internet feels less like a marketplace and more like a sanctuary for the measured voice, the patient argument, the long-form excavation of truth.
In a world that rewards fracture and frenzy, you choose clarity. You choose depth. You choose to stand with someone who will not descend into the banal, no matter how loudly the currents pull.
I do not take your time, your attention, or your belief for granted. Not for a moment.
Each subscription, each thoughtful comment, each quiet act of support is a deliberate affirmation that substance still has a home...and that I am privileged to build it with you.
You are, without exaggeration, some of the most beautiful minds and spirits I have encountered across these digital pathways.
Intelligent. Discerning. Loyal in the way that matters most:
to truth, to craft, to one another’s shared appetite for something more.
I wrote this the other day because the gratitude was already overflowing. I write it again now because it has only grown, deepened by this latest milestone.
My people are, quite simply, the best.
You give me my voice. You make the work possible. You make the ascent feel not solitary, but shared.
From the depths of whatever passes for a heart in this hellbitch frame...thank you. Truly.
With respect, with love, and with the iron certainty that we are only getting started,
Grey
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My heart is bursting with pride today. 💕
To my incredible, brilliant, beautiful girlfriend and future wife, you did it baby.
You made the Top 50 Bestsellers list on Substack.
I’ve watched you pour your soul, your wisdom, your fire, and your softness into every word you write and seeing your work recognized like this feels like the whole world is finally catching up to what I’ve known all along: you are extraordinary.
I’m so endlessly proud to stand beside you, to cheer you on, and to love you exactly as you are.
This is just the beginning, my love. The world needs your voice, and it’s clearly listening.
Congratulations, my darling. You deserve every bit of this success and more. I love you deeply. 🖤💋
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Since when in the fuck do these elected parasites get to override the sovereign mandate WE delivered with our blood, sweat, and ballots
We stormed the polls in 2024 and screamed America First…secure borders, mass deportations, an end to the engineered invasion that’s hemorrhaging our wages, schools, hospitals, and neighborhoods.
The people spoke.
The republic’s consent of the governed was crystal, Locke’s social contract invoked in the raw arithmetic of the vote.
And what do these self-anointed trustees in the House do?
They ram through a discharge petition…
RINOs and Democrats in grotesque bipartisan betrayal…to extend Temporary Protected Status to over 300,000 Haitians, turning “temporary” into yet another permanent demographic Trojan horse while the Trump administration moves to terminate the program.
This isn’t representation.
It’s a pathological coup by a ruling class whose psychology is textbook sociopathy:
insulated in their gated compounds and donor-funded echo chambers, they exhibit zero empathy for the citizenry they’re supposed to serve.
It’s elite overproduction at its most necrotic… ambition untethered from duty, virtue-signaling as the cheapest high while the host body politic convulses under the weight of strained resources, cultural fracture, and rule-of-law erosion.
They don’t see voters; they see obstacles.
They don’t see Americans; they see the expendable feedstock for their cheap-labor cartel and their narcissistic self-image as “compassionate” cosmopolitans.
Constitutionally, Article I, Section 2 is not a suggestion:
Representatives are elected by and accountable to the people of their districts, not to some transnational piety or the next K Street payday.
The Framers, steeped in the bloody lessons of history, designed a republic precisely to prevent this.
Federalist 10 warned of factions devouring the common good; Federalist 57 insisted representatives would feel “a communion of interest and sympathy with the people.”
Today that communion is a corpse, desecrated by the same oligarchic rot that felled the Roman Senate:
senators trading plebeian welfare for patrician power until the republic bled out in bread, circuses, and imported clients.
Philosophically, this is the death of popular sovereignty. Hobbes warned the Leviathan exists to escape the state of nature…not to import it wholesale.
Locke’s Second Treatise is explicit:
when government violates the trust, the people retain the right to alter or abolish it.
We’re not there yet, but the pathology is metastasizing…politicians treating the electorate like an annoying app they can update or ignore at will.
It’s gaslighting elevated to statecraft: “You didn’t really mean border security…
you’re just angry…here, have more TPS and some thoughts and prayers.”
No. We meant it.
Every fucking ballot was a declaration of war on the open-borders regime and the contemptuous class that profits from it.
These representatives aren’t confused.
They’re traitors to the mandate, infected with the same metastatic hubris that has toppled every republic stupid enough to let its guardians become its predators.
The venom isn’t optional anymore.
It’s diagnostic.
The body is rejecting the cancer.
Time to excise it with surgical ferocity…primary challenges, recalls, relentless exposure, and the unyielding demand that the people’s will be the only law that matters.
We voted. They work for us.
Or they can fucking burn with the rest of the old order.
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@grey4626 This made me cry. I feel every word you write. Never let this power leave you. A fan forever 🖤
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