mike rico

BREAKING: Hungarians are now tearing down Viktor Orban’s anti-Ukraine posters on the streets. This is amazing.

What the Artemis II astronauts did over the last 10 days was a testament to their bravery. And the fact that they traveled farther from Earth than anyone ever has, re-entered our atmosphere at more than 24,000 mph, and splashed down safely was a testament to human ingenuity. Thanks to everyone at @NASA for making this mission possible, and for taking us along for the ride.

@FurkanGozukara @Fievel131 @SecRubio you having been kicked out of the #IranWar‌ negotiating team was not all bad for you. @JDVance took the hit &failed in his first rodeo. After spending almost a day with him #Iranians preferred to be bombed. Marco concentrate on #venezuela disaster as that one is sinking

Epstein Survivor Juliette Bryant just released a message to Melania Trump: “Hello Melania Trump. My name is Juliette Bryant. I’m an Epstein survivor. You want girls to testify under oath, well here I am testifying that everything I said is true. Unfortunately a lot of the girls who testified died. Maybe it’s time that you and your husband testify too.”

AN UMBRELLA MADE IN CHINA WAS TOO MUCH FOR OUR PRESIDENT. HE ABANDONED IT THE WAY HE ABANDONED OUR COUNTRY. I, GAVIN C. NEWSOM, CAN CLOSE MY OWN UMBRELLA. I ONCE CLOSED THREE UMBRELLAS SIMULTANEOUSLY. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RAIN. JUST BECAUSE I CAN. --GCN ("C" IS FOR THE CLOSER.)

@mikerico77 @FurkanGozukara @Fievel131 @SecRubio @JDVance lol Marco will fall also

@FurkanGozukara @sobotka_paul

@FurkanGozukara @ratoggiba This is the same clown car that 1. admitted Hamas played them 2. Negotiated with Putin using Putin’s interpreter not their own 3. Started this war when they misunderstood Iran’s offer on Uranium

It looks like money cannot buy you everything! Trump has been denied membership at Augusta National! 👏👏👏

The faces of corruption. You’re paying more. They flew in luxury. Taxpayer-funded $70M jet…queen bed, bar, TVs called “deportation flights.” Kristi Noem and Corey Lewandowski cashed in. You paid for it.

The biggest test of Vance’s career and he failed. Kushner & Witkoff were never trained for this level of global stakes. 3 unqualified losers who lost the deal. Meanwhile, Trump & Rubio party at a UFC fight. And you wonder why our country has become an international joke.

The Surrender Summit: Trump Sends His Son-in-Law to Lose a War ‘Vance brought his wife. Not a deputy secretary. Not a general. Not even a halfway competent mid-level State Department lifer who at least knows what the Strait of Hormuz is on a map. He brought Usha. His wife. To a war negotiation. The most consequential diplomatic moment since the end of the Cold War and JD thought, yeah, I’ll make a long weekend of it, bring the missus, see Pakistan. Pakistan received the Iranians with their Foreign Minister, their Army Chief, their National Assembly Speaker, and their Interior Minister all standing on the tarmac in full ceremonial dress. America sent the guy who wrote a book about how sad it is to be from Ohio. And then there’s Jared Kushner. Jared fucking Kushner. A man whose entire qualification for any of this is that he married into the right family, which, by the way, is also his business model, his foreign policy experience, and apparently now his military strategy. Jared has the energy of a guy who’s never been told no in his life because everyone around him was either paid not to or too scared to. He walked into the Middle East peace process last time and achieved absolutely nothing except making himself several hundred million dollars richer. So naturally Donald called him again. Jared Kushner at peace talks is like bringing your plumber to do brain surgery because he’s good with pipes and you trust him.’ ifloz.substack.com/p/the-surrende…

NEW: Pope Leo XIV’s close ally Cardinal Robert McElroy received a standing ovation at the end of his homily, where he called on Catholics to take up civic action to help end the “immoral” war against Iran. “When we leave this church tonight, we must move beyond prayer. As citizens and believers in this democracy that we cherish so deeply, we must advocate for peace with our representatives and leaders. “It is not enough to say we have prayed. We must also act. For it is very possible that the negotiations will fail because of recalcitrance on both sides, and the president will move to re-enter this immoral war. “At that critical juncture, as disciples of Jesus Christ called to be peacemakers in the world, we must answer vocally and in unison: “No. Not in our name. Not at this moment. Not with our country.”

BREAKING: In defiance of Vladimir Putin and Viktor Orban, voters in Hungary today will vote against Orban’s authoritarianism. Today’s the day Orban’s reign ends. This is being almost entirely ignored by mainstream media. Let’s make it go viral.

A top FOX News correspondent reveals the Trump administration sent real estate developers Steve Witkoff and Jared Kushner to negotiate a complex nuclear treaty with Iran. The sheer incompetence of Washington relying on unqualified cronies for global diplomacy is staggering.

Very well written essay on the MAGA voter. This is what we are up against. Sam is 61 years old and lives in a town where the Applebee’s closed in 2014 and people still mention it like it was a natural disaster. The old factory shut down years ago, but Sam keeps his faded employee badge in a kitchen drawer because he considers it proof that America peaked sometime around 1987, right between the release of Top Gun and the invention of low-flow toilets. He firmly believes the country began collapsing the moment they stopped letting people smoke in restaurants and started putting kale in things. He wakes up every morning at 5:12 a.m., not because he has anywhere to be, but because decades of shift work, untreated sleep apnea, and permanent low-grade outrage have hardwired his body into a permanent state of agitation. He shuffles into the kitchen wearing camouflage pajama pants and a T-shirt that says “I Stand for the Flag” even though he has not stood up quickly without groaning since 2009. He pours himself coffee strong enough to power farm equipment and settles into his recliner to begin his daily ritual of becoming personally offended by things happening hundreds or thousands of miles away. Within half an hour, he is enraged about crime in Chicago, drag queens in Seattle, wind turbines in California, and a college professor in Vermont he has never heard of and never will again. Sam spends most of his time marinating in an ecosystem of Facebook memes, talk radio, Fox News, chain emails, YouTube clips, and badly designed websites with names like Patriot Eagle Freedom Truth News. By noon, he has shared seven posts warning that America is under attack by socialists, immigrants, vegans, pronouns, electric stoves, and people who use the phrase “lived experience.” He believes every story because every story confirms what he already feels: that the country has been stolen from people like him and handed over to people he does not understand. Sam is absolutely convinced he is one of the last remaining “real Americans,” despite living in a county entirely populated by people who also think they are the last remaining real Americans. He misses the America of his youth, which in his memory was a magical place where every man had a factory job, every woman made tuna casserole, every child respected authority, and nobody had tattoos, gluten allergies, or opinions about gender. He is nostalgic for a version of the country that mostly exists as a combination of old pickup truck commercials, Toby Keith songs, and stories his grandfather exaggerated after three beers. His truck is the size of a military vehicle and has never once carried anything heavier than mulch and emotional baggage. His pickup truck is so large that small birds alter their migration patterns to avoid it. The truck has never hauled lumber, gravel, or equipment, but it does haul an enormous amount of political anxiety. The back is covered in bumper stickers warning that he is armed, angry, and deeply suspicious of the federal government, except for when it comes to Medicare, Social Security, highways, farm subsidies, police funding, veterans’ benefits, and keeping its hands off his lawn. He likes to tell people he is “not political,” which is impressive considering his entire personality has become an endless loop of cable news grievances. He cannot attend a barbecue, church picnic, football game, or grandchild’s birthday party without eventually bringing up inflation, Hunter Biden, gas stoves, “the border,” or how nobody can say Merry Christmas anymore even though literally everyone still says Merry Christmas. Then Trump arrived, descending from his golden escalator like a casino-themed prophet sent by God to sell steaks and grievance. Sam had finally found his perfect candidate: a billionaire from Manhattan with multiple mansions, gold-plated bathrooms, and a private jet, who somehow convinced Sam that he understood the pain of a man screaming at the self-checkout machine in Walmart. Trump was loud, angry, theatrical, and constantly under investigation, which only made Sam admire him more. Every lawsuit, scandal, or indictment was not evidence of wrongdoing. It was proof that Trump was fighting the deep state, the media, the elites, the globalists, the FBI, the Democrats, the RINOs, and possibly the ghost of George Soros. Every scandal, every lawsuit, every indictment, every accusation became proof that Trump was fighting the corrupt establishment on behalf of “real Americans” like Sam. At this point, Sam does not support Trump because of policy details. He supports Trump because Trump has become the human embodiment of his anger, nostalgia, confusion, and Facebook feed. Trump says the world Sam remembers can come back, that the people Sam dislikes can be punished, and that all of Sam's frustrations are someone else’s fault. To Sam, Trump is no longer just a politician. He is a lifestyle brand. He is a martyr, a warrior, a stand-up comedian, a victim, a patriot, and the lead singer of a traveling grievance festival. Sam owns at least three Trump hats, two Trump flags, a Trump coffee mug, a “Never Surrender” T-shirt, and a giant “Let’s Go Brandon” sign in the garage that he insists is “not political, just funny.” For Sam, that is not politics. That is therapy. Trump is not just a candidate anymore; he is an emotional support billionaire. He is a spray-tanned security blanket with a private jet. He is the gold-plated, fast-food-fueled mascot Sam clings to whenever the modern world feels confusing, threatening, or insufficiently patriotic. Trump gives him a ready-made explanation for every disappointment in his life: it is not aging, bad luck, economic change, or his own choices; it is the immigrants, the liberals, the media, the globalists, the vegans, the people with pronouns, and whoever is ruining Christmas this week. Supporting Trump lets Sam believe there is still someone out there fighting for him.

Trump threatens to cut off all forms of trade and cooperation with Spain. Spanish Prime Minister immediately travels to China and makes new deals. Trump is a total dipshit. He just keeps taking L after L.

Our families who fought in WWII must be rolling over in their graves. I know my grandfathers are.