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@fodiesen @krassenstein @jeffreymlevy Hold the ketchup please!

@krassenstein @jeffreymlevy I don't know whats cookin', but Donald seems to a little bit upset about it.

BREAKING: Melania Trump just held a press conference about Jeffrey Epstein, out of the blue, mainly to just cry about how she has been hurt so much and how she is the victim in all of this. Here's an idea, why don't you go under oath along with your husband and answer questions, rather than play the victim.

Hey, is that @SecRubio pictured with Proud Boy convicted of Seditious Conspiracy Enrique Tarrio? Be a real shame if everyone retweeted this.

Paula White-Cain didn’t just cross a line, she obliterated it. To compare Donald Trump to Jesus Christ is not just bad theology, it’s blasphemy wrapped in political propaganda. It’s heresy. Jesus said, “I was a stranger and you welcomed me.” Trump deports Black and brown immigrants and cages children at the border. Jesus said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me.” Trump protects and surrounds himself with men tied to child exploitation, shielding rich and powerful pedophiles while the vulnerable suffer. Jesus healed the sick. Trump strips healthcare from them. Jesus fed the hungry. Trump cuts SNAP benefits and calls it policy. Jesus stood with “the least of these.” Trump neglects, demonizes, and exploits them. Jesus was a brown-skinned man from the region of Northeast Africa. Trump has a documented history of degrading Black people from that region, calling them “garbage,” and calling their countries “sh*tholes.” This is a mockery of Christianity and in affront to the Gospel. This is what you call idolatry, the elevation of a corrupt political figure to messianic status. Every preacher who sat there and nodded, every “spiritual leader” who clapped, every so called Christian who defends this madness, you are not defending Christ, you are betraying Him. You cannot preach Jesus and promote Trump as His equivalent. You cannot serve God and bow to Caesar. This is heresy. This is hypocrisy. This is a dangerous distortion of the Gospel.

Marco Rubio: “Just because you’re born on U.S. soil doesn’t make you a citizen. Your parents must be U.S. citizens.” Grok: “Marco Rubio was born in Miami in 1971. His parents became citizens in 1975. Rubio is a beneficiary of birthright citizenship.”

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

@SenatorCollins So do the right thing and vote for the amended bill to fund TSA! An even better thing would be to reform ICE so that DHS can get fully funded. Anything less on your part is pure politics!

The Democrats’ decision to shut down the Department of Homeland Security has caused chaos at our airports, delayed assistance to communities affected by disasters, and forced thousands of frontline employees to work without any guarantee of when they will be paid. The United States is less safe because the Democrats chose to walk away from the bipartisan DHS funding bill and have blocked repeated Republican efforts to pass a short-term funding patch to prevent disruptions while negotiations continue. The White House made a good-faith offer last month that builds on the reforms included in the bipartisan funding bill negotiated earlier this year, with new safeguards to protect both the American public and law enforcement and increased oversight. Democrats waited 18 days to respond. In that time, we saw violent attacks at Old Dominion University and the Temple Israel Synagogue in Michigan and a massive cyber attack on the Stryker Corporation. It is time for Democrats to get serious and work with us in earnest to govern responsibly.

@SenatorCollins So vote for the amended bill to fund TSA!

@JohnKasich If ever we needed a voice of reason and leadership - John Kasich remains a breath of hope and reason.

What if we shed our biases and worked together on big things: keeping people healthy, shaping AI to lift workers, and building an education system where students achieve the impossible. Maybe you ought to think about what you can do. It’s worth it!

Five years ago, a mob of insurrectionists — fueled with conspiracies and lies, and incited to violence by a mendacious conman clinging to power — stormed the Capitol. It was a Day of Infamy. But now — five years later —we know that the infamy was just beginning — a cascading failure of the institutions we thought would be the guardrails of our Constitutional order. open.substack.com/pub/charliesyk…

@kalmantibs @neal_katyal God have mercy 🙏🏽

If the sky That we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountains Should crumble to the sea I won't cry I won't cry No I won't shed a tear Just as long As you stand Stand by me Rob Reiner, 1947-2025 A heartbreaking, devastating loss. 💔🕯️🕊️

How a real Republican talks 👇

Sitting in the pews, the service felt like an iconic American moment, suffused with grandeur, dignity, deep faith, and a kind of patriotism — a celebration of American values and sacrifice — that, in itself, seemed an act of defiance. open.substack.com/pub/charliesyk…

New Open Book Episode: Your Ego Is Costing You Everything - Keith Ferrazzi (@ferrazzi) Timestamps 0:00 Keith Ferrazi Introduction 2:03 Be there for people 2:57 The enduring legacy of Michael Milken 5:00 Studying successful companies and leading in the world today 9:56 Timeless lessons on succeeding in business 15:49 Not being a bottlenecker in your company 17:06 Can AI help people be more collaborative? 21:19 What should authority look like in companies? 23:48 Five Words

Speaking truth can be liberating, and it’s clear Massie is enjoying his freedom.

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X algorithm is pro Israeli now. Drop a dot to break it.

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Stephen Miller said the quiet part out loud. Trump has “plenary authority,” then suddenly went silent. The plan wasn’t to be made public. Clearly someone hit the panic button in his earpiece. It gets weirder: CNN uploaded the interview with the “plenary authority” comment edited out. 📌 Historic fascists with plenary authority: • Adolf Hitler • Benito Mussolini • Joseph Stalin