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Woke up fully in 2016 with Podesta Files & #PizzaGate We were censored,ridiculed, & many TruthSeeker accounts removed ~Lost all my likeminded people & walked away because it was making me physically ill. Deleted everything Started over with boldness and only want Truth=Jesus.

I will dig into that. I appreciate your position and understand it. There is so much “noise” and backbiting, from everywhere, it’s hard to know I may not “see” everything or have all facts to make a decision. Now.. I still stand by what I said to Juanita. If her reasoning is the same as yours (I am pretty sure it is not bc I’ve followed her a long time). Then she should say that. The majority of people I know that were for a Massie win was mainly bc of Epstein files. So with her history and story about Clinton… I can’t understand why she wouldn’t be an advocate for these women.

@ceciliabunch @atensnut Massie's whole campaign was riddled with anti-Israel rhetoric. On several occasions he has voted with Democrats on anti-Israel issues. High profile Jew haters like Massie always try to disguise their antisemitism by claiming they're just anti-Israel or anti-zionist.

MASSIE HAS BEEN DEFEATED !! THANK YOU, KENTUCKY.

I can understand disdain for anyone who hates Jews. I know God said the Jewish people are his chosen. I am not being argumentative, I would like understanding. How is Massie a Jew hater? We all come from different perspectives. Mine is anger because the promises that there would be disclosure into the sex trafficking over the years and there should be accountability and consequences. Massie was for that info to be released. No one else took that position (even if they had, they would have gotten the same retribution from the president for not being loyal to him. I do not know what he could have done to be a Jew hater and would like for you to inform me.

@ceciliabunch @atensnut You want more substance than me, the son of Holocaust survivors, despising Jew haters? Really now 🙄

I just got off the phone with someone who's worked in congressional opposition research in Washington for over a decade. What they told me should end every "Massie just lost a primary" framing permanently. "Every single member who pushed the Epstein files got the same private message from leadership. Every single one was told the donor networks were watching. Every single one was told there would be consequences. Every single one who stayed quiet kept their seat." Massie and MTG didn't stay quiet. They co-sponsored the Epstein Files Transparency Act. They forced the DOJ to release documents over White House resistance. They named the Israel lobby out loud, on the record, while still sitting members. He chose to do it knowing $34,000,000 would be spent against him in a single primary. He chose to do it knowing Trump would endorse his opponent. He chose to do it knowing pro-Israel donor networks had already removed members for less. He chose to do it knowing MTG had already been made an example of in the same cycle. A former Hill staffer I know who watched this from the inside put it this way: "The difference between Massie and every other member who had the same files on their desk isn't information. They all knew what was in those documents. The difference is he actually released them." Read that again. Every member of that coalition had access to the same evidence. Two of them acted. Both of them are now out of Congress, in the same cycle, removed by the same donor networks. MTG said it herself: "Releasing the Epstein files was our demise." That's not a loss speech. That's a receipt. Follow and turn on notifications before it's too late.

I represent 761,000 people. On Tuesday, three billionaires spent $32 million to destroy a colleague who disagreed with them on one line item. I have not disagreed on anything in fourteen months. I want to tell you about a word I lost. The word was "no." I don't mean that rhetorically. I mean I cannot recall the last time I pressed the red button in the House chamber. I looked it up this morning. Had to look it up because I couldn't remember it unprompted. H.R. 4217. Fourteen months ago. It's in the Congressional Record like an artifact from a man who no longer exists. Thomas Massie lost his primary Tuesday night. Most expensive House primary in American history. $32 million total. He voted with the President 84 to 90 percent of the time. His crime was the remaining ten. One line item. One appropriation. One "no." Cost of that no: $32 million from donors who have never set foot in Kentucky. The Secretary of Defense in a sport coat calling him a coward at a rally, the first time a sitting Defense Secretary has appeared at a congressional primary in modern American history. An AI-generated deepfake depicting him in a hotel room with two Democratic congresswomen, pornographic, funded by a Super PAC, running in heavy rotation in his district during the evening news. Stephen Miller calling his thirteen years of fiscal conservatism "siding with Democrats to defund ICE." The President calling him a bum, a sleazebag, the worst Republican in history. Three Truth Social posts in ninety minutes. All of it for the word "no." One syllable. Two letters. $32 million. I remember the first time I said it. January 2003. My first term. An omnibus appropriations bill. $397 billion. I'd campaigned on fiscal responsibility. I believed what I'd said. I walked from my new office in Longworth to the chamber floor and I counted the carpet squares. I remember that. Counting. Forty-seven squares from the elevator to the door. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From something else. I didn't have a word for it then either, but it was the opposite of what I feel now. I pressed the red button and my chest filled with something warm. Like my body was confirming a decision my brain had already made. Like the button and the belief were the same circuit. Twenty-four years ago. I was that man. The man who shook pressing a button because the button meant something. Because pressing it was a sentence you were saying out loud to 761,000 people: I disagree and here is why. The word was "conscience." That's what I called it in 2003. By 2014, I called it "the Tea Party mandate." By 2019, "principled opposition." By 2022, "pragmatic concerns." By 2024, I stopped calling it anything. The word narrowed each year. Like a hallway getting shorter. I didn't notice when I stopped walking. You don't notice a word leaving your vocabulary. You reach for it one morning and find empty space where the concept was. Massie held the word. Thirteen years. Every omnibus. Every continuing resolution. Every debt ceiling increase. Every foreign aid package. He pressed the red button and his chest filled with whatever mine used to fill with in 2003 and he called it the same thing I used to call it and he meant it the way I used to mean it. He was replaced by a man whose family operates a 1,200-acre agritourism birthday party venue in Shelbyville. Petting zoo. Corn maze. Hayrides. U-pick strawberries at $3.99 a pound. The soybeans are a tax classification. The "Navy SEAL hero" added a fourth Bronze Star to his biography the month he became a candidate. The "Trump loyalist" left the Republican Party in 2016 because of Trump and came back in 2021 after Trump left office. I don't say this as mockery. I say it as a specification sheet. You don't want a replacement congressman with an MIT engineering degree and patents in haptic robotics. Patents indicate thinking. Thinking introduces variance. Variance is risk. You want a compliance product. Pre-tested messaging. Zero ideological fingerprints. $14 million in someone else's convictions loaded like firmware. The spec sheet works. The corn maze doesn't introduce FARA legislation. The corn maze doesn't file amendments five days before its own execution. The corn maze votes green. Every time. That's the spec. Nobody in Congress said a word about the deepfake. I need you to sit with that. A foreign-interest lobby ran AI-generated sexual imagery of a sitting United States congressman, pornographic, funded by three billionaires who have never visited his district, distributed during the evening news, targeted at elderly voters. And 434 of his colleagues watched it happen and said nothing. The President mocked his dead wife. I need you to sit with that too. Massie's first wife Rhonda died in 2024. His high school sweetheart. They met at MIT. They built the off-grid house together. She died. He remarried in 2025. The President of the United States posted: "His wife will soon find out that she's stuck with a LOSER!" A sitting president. Mocking a widow's new marriage. To a man whose actual crime is voting against a spending bill. And 434 colleagues absorbed that too. In silence. Not one statement. Not one objection. Not one "this is beneath the office." The silence held because the silence is the product. I said nothing. About the deepfake. About the dead wife. About any of it. Saying something is a vote. I don't cast those anymore. Wednesday morning I walked from Rayburn to the chamber. The bells rang. I counted the carpet squares again. Forty-seven. Same as 2003. My hands were not shaking. Nothing was warm. The hallway was quiet. Nobody stopped me. Nobody whipped me. Nobody needed to. The system no longer requires operators. Kentucky was the last manual input. From Wednesday forward the mechanism is self-enforcing. A thermostat. The temperature never deviates because the furnace already knows. I inserted my voting card. I need to be precise about what happened next. My thumb moved to the green button before I finished reading the title of the bill. The thumb knew before the brain. The brain is no longer consulted. It is a vestigial organ in this process. I vote the way you unlock your phone. Muscle memory. The decision was made fourteen months ago and everything since is an echo. The edge of my card is wearing unevenly. The green side is polished smooth from repetition. The red side still has the factory texture. Sharp. Untouched. I held the card up to the light Wednesday morning and looked at it. The physical evidence of what I've become, embossed in plastic. A machine that presses one button. In March I drafted a Dear Colleague letter opposing an appropriations rider. Three paragraphs. Fiscal responsibility. Deficit language I've used for twenty-four years. The same language every Republican in Congress used from 2009 to 2017. The letter is in my drafts folder. Between a constituent reply I answered and a fundraising schedule I followed. The two things I still do. Answer and follow. I don't initiate anymore. Initiation is a vote. Thursday a second-term member stopped me outside the cloakroom. He asked how you know when a bill is worth opposing. He's twenty-nine. He's been here fourteen months. Same duration as my silence. He has never seen a "no" vote from anyone in leadership. He was asking how dissent works the way you'd ask a museum docent how a rotary phone works. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Not because I was being careful. Because I genuinely did not have an answer. The knowledge is gone. Not suppressed. Uninstalled. The way a language dies when the last native speaker dies. I am not the last speaker. The last speaker was removed in Kentucky on Tuesday. A colleague drafted a co-sponsorship for Massie's AIPAC Act on Tuesday afternoon. FARA reform. He deleted it Wednesday morning. Nobody called him. Nobody threatened him. He deleted it the way you delete an unsent text at 2 AM. The self-preservation is automated now. You don't need to be threatened. You threaten yourself. The overhead is zero. I want to be honest about something I noticed Thursday morning. I read the appropriations summary. The one I would have opposed in 2003. The one Massie opposed on Tuesday and was destroyed for. I read it at my desk at 6:40 AM with coffee. And I agreed with it. Not performatively. Not as survival. I read the summary and thought: this makes sense. This is a reasonable allocation. I agreed with the spending. And then I stopped. Because I couldn't tell when I started believing that. Was it before Kentucky or after? Was it before fourteen months of green buttons or after? Did I change my mind, or did my mind change itself the way a river changes course, slowly, through erosion, until one morning the water is somewhere else and you can't find the old bed? Is this compliance or is this my position? Can I locate the seam between what I choose and what I've been trained to choose? I sat at my desk for a long time. The coffee went cold. I couldn't find the seam. It's gone. The compliance and the belief have merged into one thing and I cannot take them apart. I think the spending is correct. I think Massie was naive. And I don't know if I think that or if $32 million taught me to think that and the teaching was so gradual that I experienced it as my own conclusion. That is what I want to tell you. Not that I'm afraid. Not that I'm coerced. That I can no longer tell. The word "no" didn't just leave my voting record. It left my mind. The button and the belief are the same circuit again. Same as 2003. Except in 2003 the circuit was mine. Sometimes at night I think about— No. I sleep fine. I told you. I sleep fine. Tuesday night I watched the concession. Massie stood in front of his supporters — people who drove hours, who knocked doors, who believed the word still existed — and he said this: "If the legislative branch always votes with the president, we do have a king. But if lawmakers follow the Constitution, we have a republic." The crowd cheered. They chanted "2028!" They chanted "President!" They still have the word. It lives in that room in Kentucky, in the throats of people who drove to a concession speech on a Tuesday night because they still believe dissent is a right and not a luxury good priced at $32 million. I heard the quote. I sat in my office in Rayburn and I heard it and I knew it was true. If the legislative branch always votes with the president, we have a king. The next morning I walked forty-seven carpet squares and voted with the president. I knew what I was making. I made it anyway. The quote is true. I know the quote is true. The quote costs $32 million to act on and I don't have $32 million. So the quote is true and I am making a king and I am doing it with a green button every time the bells ring and I will do it tomorrow and I will do it next week and the truth of the quote changes nothing because truth doesn't have a budget. Truth has a concession speech. He lost by 4.4 points. $32 million for 4.4 points. $7.27 million per percentage point. A few thousand voters in a district of 478,000. That's how thin the margin was between a republic and a king. The width of a streaming subscription. The thickness of a bumper sticker. The weight of the word "no" when three billionaires are standing on it. The word was "accountability." The President ran on releasing the Epstein files. I was there. I heard the applause lines. My constituents want those files. They write me. They email. They stop me at diners. Thomas Massie confronted the Attorney General in a hearing room. He read the names from the unsealed documents. He called the redactions a cover-up to her face. She cited the Dow Jones Industrial Average. Then Massie posted a public proof-of-life. "I am not suicidal. My brakes work. I practice good trigger discipline." A United States congressman certifying his own continued existence because he asked one question about one file. That was the cost of asking. Before Kentucky. Before $32 million. Before the price list was published. Nobody will ask again. I won't ask. The files will remain redacted. Not because they're classified. Because the last man who demanded them in a hearing was made into a price tag, and the price tag is now mounted on the wall of every congressional office in the building. The President ran on no more wars. Massie voted against every foreign military authorization for thirteen years. Every one. He took Article I, Section 8 literally. Congress declares war. Not the President. The Constitution is plain text. He read the plain text. He was the only Republican still voting no on blank-check authorizations by 2024. He is gone now. The next authorization will pass without a recorded vote. Because recorded votes are accountable votes and accountable votes cost $32 million. "Release the files." "No more wars." "Drain the swamp." Campaign promises. Bumper stickers. Applause lines. Every single one required one thing from Congress. The word "no." No to redactions. No to cover-ups. No to unauthorized war. No to the budget that funds the swamp. The man who said "no" is gone. The voters who cheered for accountability voted for the candidate endorsed by the machine that destroyed the last accountable man in the building. I don't say this to blame them. I say this because both things are true simultaneously. The voters wanted accountability. The donors wanted compliance. Compliance has a budget. Accountability has a bumper sticker. $32 million divided by 478,000 voters in Kentucky's 4th district. That's $66.95 per constituent. Sixty-seven dollars per person to override an entire district's will. Less than a streaming subscription. Three billionaires from Manhattan paid the dinner check for 478,000 people and ordered for them. There is a woman in my district. Peggy. She has been to every town hall I've held since 2003. Twenty-four years. She brings a yellow legal pad. She writes down my answers in blue ink. She told me once, in 2011, outside a VFW hall, that she keeps all the pads in a box in her closet. A box of my positions. Dated. Transcribed. Fifteen years of promises in her handwriting. I haven't held a town hall in six months. I don't know how to stand in front of Peggy with her legal pad and explain that the box in her closet is an archive of a dead language. That the man who said those things doesn't exist anymore. That somewhere between 2003 and this Wednesday his vocabulary was narrowed and his button was automated and his chest stopped filling with warmth and he started sleeping fine and agreeing with the spending and he doesn't remember when any of it happened. I don't know what Peggy would write on her pad now. There's nothing to transcribe. I don't say things anymore. I press a button. The button is green. It has been green for fourteen months. Liz Cheney lost by thirty-seven points. Bill Cassidy finished third. Third. In his own primary. For a vote five years ago. Ten Republicans voted to impeach. Eight are gone. Elon Musk promised to support Massie. "I will." Two words. Ten months of silence. Zero dollars. The world's richest man decided one endorsement was priced too high. C-SPAN recorded Thursday's vote. Green across the board. Unanimous. Historians will see consensus. They will not see 434 people who watched Kentucky and did the math. Consensus and compliance are identical on camera. That is not a flaw. That is the product. You elected me twelve times. You knocked on doors. You put signs in your yard. You trusted me to say "no" when no was the right answer. Here is what your trust buys in 2026. A man who walks forty-seven carpet squares and feels nothing. Who presses green before he reads the title. Whose card wears unevenly. Who drafted a letter and will never send it. Who watched AI-generated pornography of a colleague funded by three billionaires and said nothing. Who did the math in eleven minutes and slept fine. Who lost a word and then lost the word for losing it. Who agreed with the spending Thursday morning and cannot tell you whether he chose to agree or was trained to agree and knows the difference no longer matters. Your congressman is loyal now. Your files are sealed. Your wars are unvoted. Your swamp is funded. The man who was doing what your bumper sticker says is in Kentucky now. Powerless. Replaced by a corn maze with a compliance guarantee. I'm loyal. That's the word. The only one left. The word was—

@gothburz Great writing. Thank you

@stanbeer @atensnut I guess all of you got the same instructions. lol. 2 crying memes and 1 crying post. And Stan if you have more substance than your response and want to legitimately discuss why you are really happy… let me know

@ceciliabunch @atensnut Nah I'm happy because Massie is an antisemitic scumbag. Go cry somewhere else 🥲

I wish you had not said “Christ is King” is an internet code for antisemitism. That was the end of any respect I had left for you. In the gospels, Peter never says for the apostles to not state the truth that Christ Was The King in order for the Pharisees to not be offended or become angry.

I wish he hadn’t said this.

@Jodi16128682705 @atensnut Oh wait.. I just looked and pretty much all of your "followers" are spam and no other history. I'm guessing your account is from a "bot farm" or created from the $ to attack anyone not aligning with the "narrative" but if you are real "Jodi" 1st reply back to you stands.

@Jodi16128682705 @atensnut that cute meme just shows me that you have no idea what I was talking about. when you do, feel free to come back for a real discussion.

Response to the biggest hypocrite ever. Makes me so angry

$32 million dollars and an entire administration mobilized to destroy one congressman. His crime? Demanding answers about Epstein class abuse networks, and refusing to let child predators hide behind political cover. If that level of firepower doesn't tell you who's being protected, nothing will. Go Massie!

Yes! I am very selective and only feed myself from truthful and trustworthy content makers (testing spirit by spirit as Bible tells us). He as with you, my brothers in Christ, are on the very small list! I believe God is sending us knowledge and revealing things as Bible says will happen. The kingdom is coming together and it’s not necessarily what we were taught or expected. It’s not a denomination or a church - it’s Jesus Christ in us and us sacrificing ourselves so he can work through us.

Something has changed in Shawn Ryan recently, and I’m okay with it. He’s a new man.

I’m open to hear from someone regardless of their past if they own it all and want to or are going in a better direction. We have people we watch and listen to everyday that hide, deflect, and dismiss their own mistakes and would never put themselves in front of Candace Owens who will demand truth and transparency. Dosent mean I will like him, trust him etc. but we are to not out ourselves as being better than anyone. Only God knows our hearts.

I'm Hunter Biden. You've never actually heard from me.

Here’s a simple way to get unstuck when you’re worried, overwhelmed, or overthinking a decision. Ask yourself one question: What kind of thing am I dealing with? Most issues fall into one of three categories. 1. Settled Things These are things that have already been decided. Your birth family. Your nation of origin. Your height. Your past decisions. Your upbringing. Things you did. Things done to you. Some of these things were decided by your own past actions. Others were decided by God’s providence. As Paul says in Acts 17:26, God determined our appointed times and the boundaries of our dwelling place. You can’t go back and change these things. So the question is not, “How do I undo this?” The question is, “Does this have any bearing on what I should do now?” If not, leave it alone. Don’t spend your life fighting settled things. 2. Action Things These are things you have some real control over. Your diet. Your exercise. Your spending. Your work ethic. Your attitude. Your friendships. Your theological knowledge. Your presentability. Your habits. Your skills. These are your controllables. You may not control everything about your health, finances, relationships, or future. But you usually control more than you think. So if the issue falls here, don’t overthink it. Take direct action. Start small if you have to. Make the call. Go on the walk. Open the Bible. Apologize. Apply for the job. Pay the bill. Clean the room. Do the next faithful thing. 3. Prayer Things These are things outside your direct control, but not outside God’s control. The economy. The weather. The housing market. The availability of a suitable spouse. Other people’s choices. Timing. Open doors. Closed doors. You can’t force these things. You can’t grab the steering wheel of providence. But God can act. So you take indirect action through prayer. You ask. You wait. You prepare. You remain faithful. You do what you can do and trust God with what only He can do. So ask yourself: Is this settled? Then accept it and learn from it. Is this actionable? Then do something. Is this outside my control? Then pray and trust God. This is a simple framework, and yes, it’s a little reductionistic. But that’s the point. The goal is not to explain every complexity of life. The goal is to get you unstuck. Most people waste too much energy trying to change the past, control what belongs to God, or pray about things they simply need to obey. So categorize the issue. Then act accordingly. Accept what is settled. Act on what is yours. Pray over what belongs to God.

The son will carry this with him for the rest of his life and he will never forget this moment.

If you believe free speech is for you but not your political opponents, you're illiberal. If no contrary evidence could change your beliefs, you're a fundamentalist. If you believe the state should punish those with contrary views, you're a totalitarian. If you believe political opponents should be punished with violence or death, you're a terrorist.

@baroncoleman Kash, Gabbard, Hegseth all quoted about this saying this administration is for “transparency. I guess that’s only for aliens.. it’s transparent he is going all out to distract from the disclosure we were promised on Epstein.

Can we all agree today’s release was not “holy crap”? Because to the extent anyone thinks today’s release was exciting or “holy crap,” I don’t trust that person’s judgment going forward.

A post is making the rounds. Pastors. Government men in the room. A warning to “prepare your people” for a release about non-human visitors. The technology is not the point. The interpretation is. Babel was the first organized attempt to reach heaven without bowing first. A construction project with a religious goal. The tower fell. The impulse did not. If disclosure comes, the most dangerous moment will not be the footage. It will be the eight seconds afterward, when a man with a microphone tells you what you just saw. Non-human does not mean holy. Advanced does not mean true. Open the book. Test the spirits. Stay at the cross.

@ShadowofEzra Here is a list of scripture on fear and worry over future. I didn’t listen to her but hopefully she turned this fear mongering into a sermon on what Gods says. Don’t worry. Have no fear. I can’t watch her.

White House spiritual advisor Paula White warns that there are decisions being made inside the White House that have left her shaken and deeply fearful about the future. She says she has held direct discussions with Marco Rubio, Susie Wiles, and President Trump regarding big decisions that will soon impact entire nations. "It’s absolutely hell, hounding you in every way you can imagine."