Today was a very strange and disturbing day for the President of the United States of America. In between golfing at his course in Virginia, Trump National Golf Club, and relaxing inside the White House, Donald Trump spent hour after hour on this Sunday afternoon posting bizarre and deeply disturbing content on social media. What he shared over the course of the day would have necessitated immediate intervention in any other presidency. They were that alarming. His increasingly erratic posts included pictures of him walking beside an alien, incoherent ramblings, increasingly unhinged displays of aggression, and even a fake image of a deceased President Biden floating in sewage. And as grotesque as that was, he also shared fake pictures of himself floating in a spaceship above the planet, launching nuclear weapons while large sections of the planet exploded beneath him. This is how the President of the United States spent his Sunday over a year into his second term. The outbursts, the rage posting, and his erratic actions are just getting worse. The filters that used to exist, the staff who used to intervene, the advisors who used to take the phone away, the small, last-resort instincts of self-preservation that used to stop him before the worst posts went out, are all completely gone. There is no stop mechanism left. What we saw today across all of his posts are not separate incidents. They are one window into a single day in the life of the most powerful man on the planet, and what is inside that window should be enough to shock every American who still believes this country can be saved. And yet here we are. Because there is a significant portion of this country that has been trapped so deeply into a cult of personality that they will look at a sitting president posting an image of a deceased former president as a corpse in sewage and find a way to defend it. Not because they believe it is right. But because they cannot admit they were wrong. Their egos matter more to them than the future their children and grandchildren will inherit. They have chosen pride over country. And they will carry that choice for the rest of their lives. And the rest of us are left to document what is happening and how they stood back and allowed it. Today, he was focused on violence and threats. Two videos of intercepting and shooting down missiles from battleships at sunset, with the words “fire, bomb” stamped over the footage, and Trump in the corner of the frames, gesturing with his hands as if he were the one personally launching them. And then there was the image of the Middle East with the American flag draped across the entire region, Turkey, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Egypt, all of it stamped in stars and stripes, with arrows converging on Iran from every direction. This was not a threat against one country. This was an annexation fantasy of an entire region, or how he actually sees the region today, posted by the sitting president, on a day when he was also publicly threatening Iran with nuclear action. The man does not seem to understand that suggesting Saudi Arabia and Turkey are American territory is a diplomatic catastrophe of the first order. And when he posts authoritarian daydreams like this, we have to believe him. Every single time. We do not have the luxury of treating this as a man who cried wolf. Nor can we dismiss him as too erratic to be serious. Because every fantasy he posts is a preview of something he is asking the people around him to make real. He is testing us to see how far the outrage lasts and what he can get away with. And then there were the threats; he posted a photograph of himself shaking hands with Xi Jinping. The two of them on a red carpet, calm, formal, as if they are equals. He posted it in the middle of a stream of cartoon violence. The contrast was not accidental. The dignity is reserved for the authoritarian. The cartoon violence is what democracy gets. This is a man who looks at Xi and sees a peer. Who looks at Putin and sees a friend. Who looks at the leaders of allied democracies and sees enemies. He thinks aligning himself publicly with the men who run dictatorships makes him look strong. What it really does is make him look foolish and a mark. Xi does not respect him. Xi manages him. Putin manages him. Kim manages him. The strong men of the world have figured out that red carpets cost them nothing, that he is too absorbed in his own ego to see their backhanded compliments and insults. They know that they can pretend to flatter him and, in exchange, they get a President of the United States who carries out their wishes, parrots their talking points, and isolates America from every nation that might otherwise hold them in check. He is not in the club. He is a tool. He has known his whole life that the people on the right side of history want nothing to do with him. The decent people. The serious leaders. The ones whose names will be remembered well. They have never accepted him, and he has never been able to earn his way in. So he gravitates toward the men who will pretend to accept him, because they are the only ones who will. And those men use him. They have always used him. The Art of the Deal author cannot make a deal to save his life, because the only people willing to sit across from him at the table are the ones who have already decided what they are going to take. Then came the two images that should have ended his presidency. The first showed him at a console in space, satellites and debris exploding around him, his hands resting on a panel of controls. The word “Space Force” stamped above. The second was worse. The same console, but this time with screens displaying “TARGET DESTROYED,” a mushroom cloud rising from the surface of the Earth below him, and his finger on a glowing red button. He posted himself as the man who launches nuclear weapons from space. Every president since 1945 has understood that the visual of nuclear annihilation is sacred ground. You do not joke about it or fantasize about it. You do not post about it on social media. The mushroom cloud is the line every American leader has known not to cross, because the moment a sitting president treats nuclear war as a personal flex, the credibility of every deterrent we have begins to erode. He crossed that line this afternoon because he does not have even an ounce of presidential judgment. Not one. And although the images were fake. The fantasy is real because he chose to post them. He wants to be seen this way. The man with his finger on the button, who destroys what he points at. The man who launches from above the world and looks down at the explosions. That is the self-portrait he is selling. And the only people who need to fabricate images of their own power are those who do not actually have any of the kind worth being remembered for. The real leaders in history have photographs of themselves rebuilding, helping, deciding, and signing. He has to generate his with fake ones because there is nothing real that shows him being who he wants us to think he is. Strong, powerful, and a true leader. Then came the alien. The President of the United States shared an image of himself walking on a military tarmac, followed by Secret Service agents and military personnel, with a shackled gray alien walking beside him. And it is hard to understand why a sitting president would share something like this, but the reality is that it was not really about extraterrestrial life at all. It is about how he sees himself. The man at the center of every secret. The keeper of the classified documents. The one with access to everything. He is selling the fantasy that he is so powerful and so connected to the inner workings of the deep state that he walks the aliens out of Area 51 himself. It was also noteworthy that the alien was shown as a shackled prisoner. His subconscious is doing something. He wants to be seen as the captor. And then the worst one. An image of three living American politicians with one depicted as if dead, half-submerged in filth, with the words “Dumacrats Love Sewage” stamped above. One of those three people was former President Joe Biden, who was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer. And the sitting President of the United States posted him as a corpse in sewage. What we are seeing in Trump is a man who can no longer recognize other human beings as human. Which is as dangerous as it gets, not just for us, the people he was elected to serve, but to the rest of the world as well. While Trump was embarrassing us on the world stage and again raising concerns for his mental fitness, I was running errands. And I once again struggled to reconcile living in two worlds at once. Because when I look around at my neighbors and at the people in the grocery store and at the cars on the freeway, they are living their lives like none of this is happening. Like the man in charge did not just post fake pictures of himself dropping nuclear bombs, himself walking next to an alien. That gap between these two worlds is the hardest part to live in. And where we are in this moment is witnessing severe authoritarian decline and the normalization of the unthinkable. Because the strongman does not collapse in one moment. He erodes in public, in front of a country that has gotten so used to the erosion that it no longer registers. I worry about how bad this will get before he self-implodes. Because at this rate, it is coming. He can’t go on like this, and neither can we. It will just be a matter of what happens first. He either will no longer be able to serve in the role, and no amount of propping him up and pretending will work. Members of Congress will go into self-preservation mode and react. Or the midterms come, and there is accountability. None of these ends as quickly as it should. And in the meantime, our job is also to demand more from the people we elected to stop this. We need to keep making sure that everyone in this country and around the world knows what he is posting and saying, and why he is doing it. We need to have a unified message with shared talking points. Here is what is happening. Here is what is at stake. Here is what we will do when we take Congress back. Here is what happens if we don’t. The right has shown that kind of message discipline for fifteen years. The left refuses to. That has to change, and it has to change now. We can’t wait any longer. We have to be the ones to lead. I know that our acts of resistance feel futile. I know it feels like nothing is working, that we are spinning our wheels, and that it is impossible to imagine better days. But this is what we need to remember. And maybe this is the most important thing I can say tonight. Every act of resistance is a record. Every email. Every phone call. Every post. Every conversation. Every share. Every time someone says out loud that this is not acceptable. Most of it will feel like it is going nowhere, because most of it is happening quietly, scattered across millions of people who do not know each other. But it is not going nowhere. It is creating a record. It is the documentation of where we stood in this moment. It will become the story our children and grandchildren tell about us. That when the President of the United States posted abhorrent fantasies, we did not stay silent. We said something and we resisted at every turn. And it matters in the present too, not just for history. Every voice that speaks gives the next voice permission. Every act of refusal tells the people still on the sidelines that they are not alone. There is power in numbers, and the regime knows it. That is why they want us isolated and exhausted. They want us to believe that nothing we do makes a difference. Because the moment we believe that, we stop. And the moment we stop, they win. They cannot arrest all of us. They cannot silence all of us. They can try to wear us down, and they are trying, but every voice that keeps going is a voice that makes it harder for them to finish what they started. And even though it doesn’t feel like it is working, it is. Yesterday, the Senate parliamentarian looked at the rules and said no to the billion-dollar ballroom funding the administration tried to slip into the GOP budget bill. She blocked it on jurisdictional grounds. The provision now needs sixty votes to move forward, which Republicans almost certainly do not have. A Senate official did her job. She read the rules and refused to bend to a regime that thought it could quietly funnel a billion dollars of public money into a vanity project at the White House. Senator Jeff Merkley said it plainly. The American people should not spend a single dime on Trump’s gold-plated ballroom boondoggle. This is what the resistance looks like when it works. People are still following the rules. Legally resisting. We are not without tools to slow and stop this. We just need to be loud enough to let everyone know they are not alone and to keep pushing back in any way they can. The man at the top is unraveling in public, and the structures beneath him are still refusing him anytime they can. That is why I still have hope for America. And you should, too. I’ll see you tomorrow, Heather

they want the plebs so riddled with addictions and trying to stay fed and survive that they completely forget to enhance their immune system

 

 

 

 

oh he ate all of irans food? fucken goof

 

fucken bunch of goofs keep ur sex acts to urself

 

glad I got a hefty and affordable loan before they close that off to people thankfully I had enough good credit but like felt like a financial interrogation getting it hahaha but like totally upgraded my life more got more food cache better tenants insurance a ton of stuff for my work gigs that makes it easier a few goodies for myself stocked myself up in sL and paid off 3 credit cards and a small overdraft and closed the accts and paid off a cash loan and 2 consumer product loans and two cool courses that will boost my credentials in my chosen field all for $50 more than I was paying with all that shit they say skills is like the #1 best investment not to mention a safety and emergency fund now in case I need it tucked away online like tbh a lot of those debts were ok and manageable but like the money was flying all over the place and some of it $250 was only transactional so not cash it just made for some nice surprises a few months lmao like oh yeah cant use that money cause its not good enough lol so many just cant handle this financial system usually its just a lack of cash not poor money management lol since i paid off my consumer company I now have $3200 in credit for "cool stuff" and about $1600 in cash in case I need it but will not use it lol just better of saving for things now instead of 68 payments a month hahaha

 Its nice knowing that with a super good credit score I could take out a couple loans if I really need them just paying off some rank credit cards was my #1 goal and starting to invest in crypto and stocks is gonna help too I like investing now cause you like have $4 and can launch it at your investments and never think about it I have an intermediate knowledge of finances since I have listened to hundreds of shows on the ramsey debt show so a real solid understanding of where i want to be financially hahaha so many are taking out credit to prepare for the end of the world but I have to say your needs lessen with a 3-6 month emergency food cache in case the stores close or whatever and if WW3 hits you can buy one item at a time not like 60 things in a mad rush to get yourself stocked up  but its the little things like throwing money at all aspects of your life until you see some liberation and you feel after a few thousand you like have no worries lmao its great officially not a 44 year old twink anymore have entered young daddie territory its funny passed a muscle hunk today and I did not like oggle his muscles and large cock just walked on his life is probably a mess spending all his time on his body who knows but most of them are and need that constant looks maxxing their way for their egos they are the #1 objects of rich males lol 

 

BREAKING🚨 Trump’s handpicked attorney general just went on Fox News to claim there’s a “TON of evidence” the 2020 election was rigged — and in the same breath admitted he can’t promise there will ever be proof or charges. On Sunday Morning Futures, Acting Attorney General Todd Blanche sat down with Maria Bartiromo and fed Trump’s base exactly what they wanted to hear. He said the Department of Justice is “actively investigating” the 2020 election in multiple states and that there is “a ton of evidence” it was rigged against Trump. He name‑dropped Arizona and Fulton County, Georgia, and suggested local officials are “very good at hiding misconduct,” which is why this supposed evidence hasn’t surfaced yet. Then Bartiromo asked the obvious question: if there’s so much proof, why hasn’t the DOJ shown any of it to the public? Blanche’s answer was a word salad. He claimed there have been “many, many years” of evidence, but admitted he couldn’t say when — or even if — the department would be able to present a case. At one point he flatly said he’s “not going to promise there’s going to be a definitive answer” on whether the election was stolen. In other words: trust us, it was rigged, but don’t expect us to actually prove it. Put that next to reality. Since 2020, more than 60 lawsuits by Trump and his allies have been tossed out by state and federal judges, including Trump appointees, for complete lack of credible evidence. Republican officials in Georgia, Arizona, Michigan, Pennsylvania and elsewhere — many of them Trump voters — have certified that their elections were free, fair, and not marred by widespread fraud. Independent fact‑checks and state reviews have turned up at most a few hundred questionable ballots in key states, nowhere near enough to change the outcome. Yet here we are, nearly six years later, with the nation’s top law‑enforcement official effectively turning the Justice Department into a press office for the Big Lie. Blanche dangled “ongoing investigations” and hinted that in a couple of weeks the American people might hear something about what they’ve “uncovered,” carefully phrasing it so he can walk it back later if nothing materializes. It’s the same script we’ve seen over and over since 2020: big promises, no proof, and just enough conspiracy buzz to keep the base angry and suspicious of democracy itself. This is not about finding the truth. If there were a “ton of evidence,” it would have shown up in court years ago. This is about keeping a grievance alive, intimidating election workers and officials in places like Arizona and Georgia, and setting the stage to delegitimize any future loss.

 

In America, you could kill a gay man and avoid prison by simply saying he flirted with you. In some places, you still can. It has a name: the "gay panic defense." It was never a formal standalone statute in most states. It was a courtroom strategy. Defense lawyers argued that an unwanted same-sex advance, a kiss, or simply discovering someone was gay or trans sent a straight person into such profound shock and humiliation that violence became understandable. And juries bought it. Trans people have faced the same weapon. Defendants claimed that discovering someone was trans caused them to snap. That claim has shadowed multiple homicide trials involving trans women, especially trans women of color, who have always been the most expendable in the eyes of the legal system. Killers walked with lesser punishment or none at all because prejudice got dressed up in the language of psychology and passed off as reason. The message was brutal and simple: queer and trans lives are worth less. Our very existence could be reframed as provocation. You can trace this logic back decades, but one of the most notorious examples came after the 1998 murder of Matthew Shepard. His killers floated the idea that sexual advances triggered the attack. The facts told a far uglier story. But the instinct to blame the victim and center the attacker's discomfort was already familiar to anyone paying attention. The good news is the wall has cracked. 20 states plus DC have passed laws restricting or banning panic defenses based on sexual orientation and gender identity. But not every state has moved. In some places, versions of this argument still crawl through older provocation rules or get smuggled in through jury strategy. Thankfully, the list of states that ban it is growing. This isn't ancient history. For years, courts have treated queer people as the threat and their murderers as the wounded party. It's a reminder to us all that equality isn't just marriage licenses and rainbow logos. It's whether the law sees your life as fully human when it matters most.

 

 

Two women built a life together, shared a home, split expenses, and never answered to a man. In the late 1800s, they called it a “Boston marriage.” There was no ceremony or paperwork. No apology either. A “Boston marriage” meant two financially independent women choosing each other over the script. They lived together for decades, traveled, hosted salons, and wrote each other into their wills. Some were romantic. Some were not. Many were both, depending on who was asking and how honest you think history was willing to be. The name comes from Boston, where women’s colleges and inherited wealth made this kind of independence possible. You didn’t need a husband to pay the bills, so you didn’t need a husband at all. Take Jane Addams and Mary Rozet Smith (pictured). They shared a home, a bed on trips, and a life that spanned decades. Addams wrote to Smith, “You are always a comfort to me.” Historians still argue over labels. The letters don't. Or Sarah Orne Jewett and Annie Adams Fields, who hosted literary circles and built a partnership that outlasted most marriages of the time. They were read as respectable. They were also inseparable. Society let this happen because it didn’t take women seriously enough to police them the way it policed men. Two women could be dismissed as “companions,” which gave them cover. That was the loophole. It was also fragile. As the 20th century rolled in, the space that Boston marriages occupied started to close. Independence began to look suspicious. Society became less tolerant. Call it friendship if that makes you comfortable. The rest of us can read between the lines.