Whiner’s

You can cheer trump on all you want. That is your right but this woman knows exactly why you do it and who you are. Deep inside.

Every once in a while, something cuts through the noise and refuses to let you look away. This is one of those. It asks a very simple question: Who are we becoming? It’s long. It’s worth it.
(From Gandalv, on Twitter. )
“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

The two men who put Barack Obama in the White House just said their own party has no idea what it stands for.

Voters already agree – they like ICE more than they like the Democrat Party.

Now the architects of the last two Democratic presidential wins are warning that “not Trump” is not a plan.

Trump has a lot of syncophants in his circle.
BREAKING: White House MELTS DOWN after Jimmy Kimmel’s brutal Oscars roast of Melania.
As far as Oscar ceremonies go, last night’s edition of the Academy Awards was relatively apolitical compared to past broadcasts.
There was nothing on the order of Michael Moore denouncing the Iraq war at the 2003 ceremony while accepting his award for Bowling for Columbine, or Vanessa Redgrave attacking “Zionist hoodlums” in her 1978 Best Supporting Actress acceptance speech, or even Marlon Brando’s declining his Best Actor Award for the Godfather to protest Hollywood’s treatment of native Americans — sending Sacheen Littlefeather to deliver his message to the audience.
This year, political commentary at the Oscars, while not as prevalent as in years past, was still as sharp as ever.
Oddly, the sharpest political jabs came more from the Awards’ presenters rather than the winners. Javier Bardem, a four-time Oscar winner, was short and sweet in his remarks while presenting the Best International Feature award. “No to war, and free Palestine,” while wearing a prominent placard reading “No a la Guerra” on his lapel.
But it was the former Oscar host Jimmy Kimmel — presenting the Best Documentary Feature and Short awards — who got in the best political zingers of the ceremony. Commenting on the Best Documentary Feature nominees, the late-night host took aim at the widely mocked documentary about First Lady Melania Trump, which critics panned and audiences mostly ignored.
“Oh man, is he going to be mad his wife wasn’t nominated for this,” Kimmel joked while introducing the Best Documentary Feature category.
But he didn’t stop there. Kimmel also delivered a sharp jab about freedom of speech while discussing the risks some filmmakers take to tell important stories.
“We hear a lot about courage at shows like this,” he said. “But telling a story that could get you killed for telling it is real courage.”
Then came the punchline.
“As you know, there are some countries whose leaders don’t support free speech. I’m not at liberty to say which. Let’s just leave it at North Korea and CBS.”
And finally, he twisted the knife with another not-so-subtle reference to Melania’s much-maligned documentary.
“Fortunately for all of us there’s an international community of filmmakers dedicated to telling the truth… and there are also documentaries where you walk around the White House trying on shoes.”
The crowd laughed. The internet exploded. The White House? Not amused.
Within hours, Trump communications director Steven Cheung unleashed a furious rant on social media, calling Kimmel a “classless hack who is self-projecting his depression and sadness onto others.”
Cheung didn’t stop there.
“He lives a pathetic existence where nobody—not even his family—enjoys his miserable company,” Cheung wrote. “The only people giving him any attention are Hollywood elites. BUH-BYE!”
In other words, a few jokes at the Oscars were apparently enough to trigger a full-blown meltdown from the president’s communications team.
Which only proves Kimmel may have hit exactly where it hurts.

Here’s what the Democrats screaming about Trump don’t want to discuss.

Epstein’s lawyer, Darren Indyke – the other co-executor of the estate – testifies next week on March 19.

Leon Black, identified Wednesday as one of Epstein’s five major financial patrons, has been asked to appear voluntarily on May 13.

These are the leads worth following.

These are the threads that could actually produce accountability for the women Epstein trafficked and the powerful men who enabled him.

Instead, Democrats spent their deposition time asking about Trump – a man five sworn witnesses have now cleared – while the real financial architecture of Epstein’s criminal enterprise sits waiting to be examined.

The victims of Jeffrey Epstein deserve a real investigation.

What they got from Democrats was a political operation.

And today, the man who watched every dollar flow through Eptein’s empire for fifteen years just told them so.

interesting read
Gao_Report_Fbi_Assessments.pdf

Gotta love it
LUCAS is a low-cost drone — $35,000 a pop — that’s based on Iran’s own Shahed drone. Central Command chief Adm. Brad Cooper said in a video: “We took [Shahed drones] back to America, made them better, and fired them right back at Iran.”

Biden’s FBI built something that wasn’t a criminal investigation.

It was a political targeting operation code-named Arctic Frost – and it ran from 2022 straight through Trump’s re-election.

They went after his campaign manager. They went after his top adviser. They subpoenaed senators and seized the phones of a former president and vice president.

Then they buried the evidence in files designed to disappear.

How many more times has this happened?

DHS Secretary Kristi Noem visited Eagle Pass earlier this month and said what Americans already knew: “Thousands of people died because Joe Biden and the Democrats decided to cut the fence and allow an invasion to happen that partnered with the cartels to bring in unprecedented drugs and trafficking and sex trafficking, children being abused.”

Biden’s people told you they were managing a crisis. DHS just showed you they were running a program.