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Not a metaphor. Not a motherfucking metaphor. Ignore this, America, at your peril.

@Mollyploofkins This is literally ALL they have left to hang onto. They will spread these lies to the public, without a shred of evidence, so that when republicans get steamrolled in November, they’ll cry RIGGED and every news outlet the Ellison’s have bought will run with it like it’s real.

So, no evidence. Got it.

@atrupar It's an indication of how out of touch with the real world he is, when he 'learns' basic things, then thinks only HE has figured it out! Groceries ... corner store ... he'll be bragging about knowing that 'milk comes from cows, most people don't know that' next!

Such a petty vindictive fragile little fuck.

@JohnJHarwood @independant1492

JFC! nytimes.com/2026/05/15/us/…

On June 16th, 2025 Trump announced a new "Trump Phone" available for preorder. $100 preorder towards a $500 phone. To date, he's received 590,000+ preorders, taking in an estimated $59 million in sales. Last month in April, Trump updated the Preorder terms stating there is "No guarantee a phone will be produced or sold". This is beyond grifting. And the Trump phone (which will never happen), is the perfect representation of the Trump Presidency: A bait & switch scam. He stole their money and told them to cry more.

If this isn't enough, what is? #TheTimeIsNow

@SenatorSlotkin @brianschatz

The most hated pedophile on the planet and the president should be two different people.

@BitchestheCat Ah -- the triple-stack left-leg formation. Impressive.

Paw work or nah?

@LucifersTweetz @EmmaScott Woo Woo! Woo Woo! Woo Woo! Woo Woo!

@EmmaScott Sympathy for the devil will do.

Scott Adams has arrived in Hell.

@AntiTrumpCanada Yikes! This timeline is ridiculous.

BREAKING: Not to be outdone by María Corina Machado, Trump bootlicker Jon Voight will be giving his 1978 Oscar trophy to Trump, stating: “I merely borrowed this statue until the Lord revealed its rightful owner.”

@Acyn This is some motherfucking cowardice right here, friends. Blatant. Fucking cuckolding cowardice.

@Leroyyy65 When we put it under the microscope…yes. This isn’t JUST about oil…or Venezuela…or one strongman move. It’s about conditioning the system to accept….what once would’ve been unthinkable.

IMAGINE THE HORROR 🙄

Trump's reckless plan to gut the Roadless Rule and unleash chainsaws on 60 million acres of pristine national forests proves once again: to him, nature has no value until it's destroyed for profit. Our climate, wildlife, and clean water deserve better.

@BGatesIsaPyscho So if they can’t afford to live in America how are they suppose to afford moving to another country… Ben lacks all common sense and logic not to mention he is clearly an uneducated moron!

Let's turn up the volume in '26. Enough is enough.

"They found the coats on Thursday morning. Fifteen winter coats. Good ones, not garbage. Hanging on the chain-link fence outside Lincoln Elementary. No note. No explanation. Just coats, zipped up like ghosts waiting for bodies. Principal Morris freaked out. Called the police. "Could be stolen," she said. "Could be some kind of prank." But then Kayla Martinez, eight years old, said her mom worked nights cleaning offices and couldn't afford a winter coat this year. She'd been wearing three hoodies layered up. She touched a purple one on the fence, the right size, and whispered, "Can I?" Mrs. Alvarez, the PE teacher, said yes before anyone could stop her. By lunch, all fifteen coats were gone. Fifteen kids who'd been shivering through recess were warm. The next Thursday? Twenty coats. Different fence, same neighborhood, outside the community center. Then thirty coats appeared at the downtown shelter. Then blankets. Then winter boots. No cameras ever caught who did it. No social media claims. Just... coats. Every Thursday. All winter long. The news picked it up. Called them "The Fence Angel." Interviewed grateful families. But nobody knew. Until March. Old man died, Earl Hutchins, seventy-one, lived alone in a basement apartment on Fourth Street. When they cleaned out his place, they found receipts. Thrift store receipts. Hundreds of them. He'd been buying every decent winter coat he could find, spending his entire disability check, and hanging them up at night. His nephew found a journal entry, "Lost my son to exposure in 2004. He was homeless, prideful, wouldn't take handouts. Froze to death behind a dumpster wearing a T-shirt. If I put coats on a fence, nobody has to ask. Nobody has to admit they need help. They just take it. Dignity intact." I'm Kayla Martinez. I'm sixteen now. That purple coat got me through fourth grade. I never knew Earl. Never got to say thank you. But last November, I took my babysitting money to Goodwill. Bought six coats. Hung them on that same fence. My friends saw. They bought coats. Then their parents did. Then the high school started a coat drive, not for a bin, for the fence. Last Thursday, there were 200 coats. Scarves too. Gloves. We call it "Earl's Fence" now. There's one in Detroit. One in Manchester. One in Vancouver. I never met the man who saved me from freezing. But I'm becoming him, one coat at a time. Because the best kind of help doesn't ask for credit. It just hangs there, quiet, waiting for cold hands to find warmth." . Let this story reach more hearts.... . Ai image is for demonstration purpose only. . By Mary Nelson