Happy Friday, folks. Let&#8217;s talk about the most accidentally prophetic screenplay in Hollywood history, shall we?
Somehow, someway, Christopher Nolan got his hands on a time machine, took one look at America&#8217;s political future, and built an entire trilogy to warn us about it. I rewatched &#8220;The Dark Knight Rises&#8221; last weekend and dang-near slid off my couch during Bane&#8217;s Blackgate Prison speech.
To set the scene: the bombs have gone off. The police are buried alive under Gotham, sealed in like a city-sized panic room without an exit hatch. Every prisoner in Blackgate has just been handed a rifle and a grudge. The football players have sunk into the earth, America&#8217;s favorite sport swallowed whole. Bane climbs onto the wreckage of the city he just hollowed out, and he starts preaching:
<blockquote>We take Gotham from the corrupt! The rich! The oppressors of generations who have kept you down with myths of opportunity, and we give it back to you… the people. Gotham is yours. None shall interfere. Do as you please. Start by … freeing the oppressed! Step forward those who would serve. For an army will be raised. The powerful will be ripped from their decadent nests, and cast out into the cold world that we know and endure. Courts will be convened. Spoils will be enjoyed. Blood will be shed.</blockquote>
I mean, come on. Put a claw mask over Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-VT), Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-NY), New York City Mayor Zohran Mamdani, Hasan Piker, Michigan U.S. Senate nominee <a href="https://x.com/theblaze/status/2085031755669471487/video/1">Abdul(etc) </a>El-Sayed, Colorado congressional nominee Melat Kiros, and Wisconsin gubernatorial candidate Francesca Hong, and you genuinely cannot tell the difference.
Bane isn&#8217;t a comic book villain. He&#8217;s every DSA candidate&#8217;s final form, minus the gym membership.
The monster who hijacked and crashed a CIA plane with no survivors, stormed the stock exchange, and held a city hostage with a nuclear bomb spends his big speech insisting that capitalism has failed us, that oppressors have oppressed for generations, and that he alone can hand control back to the people, while the crowd claws over each other and the city burns. As the stadium disintegrates, Bane lays out his class-based populist playbook: seize the institutions, redistribute by force, and claim moral legitimacy while preparing total annihilation.
I don&#8217;t know how he did it, but Nolan clearly cracked open the Democratic Psychos of America platform mid-time-travel and decided it made a better villain origin story than a legitimate governing philosophy.
The echoes are enough to make you sick.
The DSA calls it putting &#8220;people before profit&#8221; (never mind that it polls abysmally with the poor, working-class voters they claim to speak for). Bane sneers at the “myths of opportunity.” Both regurgitate the same lie: that the American Dream and free markets were built to keep people down.
The DSA calls it &#8220;taxing the rich&#8221; (or eating the rich, if they&#8217;re feeling ravenous). Bane calls it ripping richies from their decadent nests and enjoying the spoils. How inspiring.
The DSA relishes the idea of ending mass incarceration. Bane&#8217;s opening act as a monstrous dictator was storming Blackgate and declaring the prisoners the true oppressed, then convening kangaroo courts where being a capitalist, a cop, or a creator is itself the crime. Bane-style justice looks a lot like sending the good guys out onto thin ice to die.
They dress it up in the flowery language of &#8220;returning power to ordinary people,&#8221; delivered through a mask or with a smarmy Joker smile. But what the Bane Bolsheviks actually want, and fully intend to bring to fruition, is a communist society: classless, stateless, moneyless, and full of fear, chaos, and pain.
Once you gulp down the black pill and accept that the existing order is irredeemably corrupt and must be replaced by the proletariat, the road forks toward exactly one destination: strongmen, emergency powers, and &#8220;purification,&#8221; dressed up however the decade demands.
You can clearly see in the film how hope gets weaponized. You can also just read a history book and see the same thing (but kids don’t do that nowadays). The French Revolution, the Bolshevik uprising, Mao&#8217;s Great Leap Forward, and the Cultural Revolution all followed the same pattern. They sell like sex and then kill like an STD.
Luckily, every previous socialist uprising of this intensity has eventually been throttled by people smarter and sturdier than the tyrants selling them, whether that was the Soviet Union collapsing under its own weight, the Khmer Rouge finally meeting its match, or the long, grinding resistance that kept Western democracies from going the same way. In the movie, Batman beats Bane, and Gotham chooses to save itself instead of accepting annihilation. But it&#8217;s a constant choice, one we make over and over, because full-blown tyranny is always just one bad election away.
Doing the harder thing, working, following the law, building instead of burning, choosing gratitude over grievance — those things have never been the easy sell; it&#8217;s not supposed to be. We&#8217;re at one of those pivotal moments again: let the stadium collapse under us, or stand up to the Banes of our own era and choose to be great again.
For now, we can find peace in knowing Bane was jacked, built like a tank on roids. Our homegrown revolutionary wannabes, by contrast, are weighing in at 135 pounds of pure nonbinary fluff, more likely to pull a hamstring storming aluminum barricades than an empire.
If we play our cards right, the business-minded, Christian Bale-esque builders, the Batmans of the world, won’t even need to break a sweat.
Turns out Nolan never needed a time machine. He just needed C-SPAN, a couple of DSA press releases, and some old tweets to cast the perfect villain.

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Gotham City’s Bane Is Every DSA Candidate’s Final Form

Christopher Nolan

Democratic Socialists Of America

DW Opinion

Gotham City

Wednesday evening, I went to my first WNBA game where the Washington Mystics played against the Dallas Wings, right here in my own backyard. I walked in a skeptic. I walked out something closer to a convert.
If the league&#8217;s leadership would just get their long johns out of a twist and quit politicizing a game that doesn&#8217;t need it, the WNBA could be a real international sensation, not just a niche one.
With seven minutes left in the third quarter, the home team Mystics were down by 20, and the game looked every bit like a blowout in progress. Then something clicked: maybe it was the crowd&#8217;s noise, the team&#8217;s four-game winning streak, or just spite. Cotie McMahon started finding the hoop like she owned the place, capping the comeback with a clutch three-point play that flipped the game on its head. Washington won.
It was electric. The crowd, heavy on women and short haircuts, was loud and locked in. The arena holds a modest 4,200 seats, and nearly every one of them was full. It was intimate and homey and felt like I was transported back to my days broadcasting Ohio State women&#8217;s basketball. It was athletic theater with the potential to be great.
That is, if the WNBA would stop shooting itself in the hightop.
This isn&#8217;t the league&#8217;s first rodeo with the national spotlight. Back then it handled the attention differently. When WNBA star Brittney Griner was convicted in Russia on drug charges in 2022 and came home in a prisoner swap for notorious arms dealer Viktor Bout, the league was quick to fumble the situation: an ESPN/Disney documentary, a Robin Roberts sit-down, a clothing capsule, a memoir. A player got caught with weed in a country where weed is illegal, and the WNBA turned it into a multi-platform victory lap.
Compare that to how it&#8217;s handling Caitlin Clark, a generational talent who&#8217;s been on the receiving end of ferocious fouls seemingly aimed more at her body than the ball, and Sophie Cunningham, the spunky, self-appointed protector who has taken to defending Clark and, more broadly, defending all &#8216;biological girls&#8217; in sports — loudly and proudly. As you can imagine, she was not offered an ESPN/Disney deal for speaking out against dudes in female sports.
Instead of capitalizing on the two most talked-about players the league has ever had, the WNBA has sidelined them and alienated the very audience that is finally paying attention.
When Cunningham doubled down on keeping biological men out of Women&#8217;s National Basketball Association locker rooms (because that is, after all, what the W stands for), Seattle Storm co-owner Celeste Keaton took it upon herself to publicly berate two teenage girls holding up signs in support of Cunningham at a game last week. Minnesota Lynx coach Cheryl Reeve, who has previously complained about the league having too many male coaches, wore a &#8220;Trans Kids Belong&#8221; shirt on the sideline. Cunningham and Clark&#8217;s own coach, Stephanie White, offered the toothless line that she doesn&#8217;t believe that &#8220;exclusion is the answer.&#8221; Golden State Valkyries coach Natalie Nakase chimed in with an equally pathetic platitude.
Stranger still, the players themselves seem to be piling on, delivering their objections through elbows and forearms rather than words. The refs, for their part, keep calling the fouls on Cunningham, presumably because her face keeps getting in the way of everyone else&#8217;s arms. All this while she&#8217;s trying to protect their league from biological men like Julie Tétart, the French unit who competes in France’s Ligue Féminine 2 and averages 21 points a game there.
You can bet if I saw that burly, mammoth frame barrelling down the court at me, I’d cry.
These women are dismantling the sport that Title IX and the generations of women before these players fought to create. What&#8217;s the point of a women&#8217;s league if men can play in it? At that rate, just merge the WNBA and NBA and let the best man win. Literally.
I think about the little girls at that game, watching women who made it past high school ball, past college, all the way to the top of what a professional female athlete can become. That&#8217;s supposed to be something to strive for — not something men can simply walk in and corrupt by claiming gender confusion.
Women&#8217;s tennis, at least, has kept its balls at bay and its head on straight. After the WTA rolled out sex-screening to &#8220;preserve the integrity of women&#8217;s professional tennis,&#8221; world No. 1 Aryna Sabalenka closed her press conference by saying, resolutely, that men don&#8217;t belong in women&#8217;s sports. It really is that simple. Not one of these women would be standing where she is today if men had been allowed into the pool of play.
In 2026, the WNBA&#8217;s new media rights deal jumped to $281 million a year, over six times its previous haul, and franchise values are up 59% in a single season. Money talks, and it’s trying to tell us that this league is on the verge of a real cultural moment, if it would just get out of its own way. Imagine what happens to those numbers, and to player salaries, if the WNBA actually let Clark and Cunningham be the show instead of the scandal.
Fans want talent, spunk, and someone to root for. They&#8217;ve got that in Clark and Cunningham, a pairing with the commercial upside of a young Serena Williams, who didn&#8217;t just win 23 Grand Slams — she dragged an entire sport into the mainstream behind her.
Wednesday night felt youthful and electric, the kind of night that could stay with you a while — like a hometown high school championship, where fans treated each other like neighbors and old rivalries came roaring back. Moms and dads held up handmade signs. Kids reached for t-shirts flying out of cannons. Strangers high-fived after every clutch free throw. It was sweet, and I could actually see myself bringing a little Chloe one day.
Unless, of course, her coach is wearing a &#8220;Trans Kids Belong&#8221; shirt. Unless I&#8217;m watching 300-pound loony birds hold up signs expressing their sheer disdain for the Lethal Weapon pair. Unless I&#8217;m dodging trans flags waving in celebration of a policy that would gut the whole point of the league. But the Mystics did a good job of keeping it classy. They kept it about the game.
Usher in more of that, usher in pride for the women who make this sport possible, usher in support for the patriotic players who make it worth watching, and I&#8217;ll keep coming back. My guess is plenty of other Americans would too.

Indiana Fever v Washington Mystics

The WNBA Is A League Shooting Itself In The Hightop

Aryna Sabalenka

Caitlin Clark

Celeste Keaton

Cheryl Reeve

Dallas Wings

Minnesota Lynx

Sophie Cunningham

Washington Mystics

WNBA

The &#8220;how dare we say Merry Christmas&#8221; <a href="https://www.facebook.com/DailyWire/videos/happy-holidayers-wont-know-what-hit-them/1643766333672768/">energy</a> of 2026 has a name, and it&#8217;s Francesca Hong. The seethingly socialist Wisconsin gubernatorial candidate <a href="https://x.com/greg_price11/status/2084316192659952060/photo/4">considers</a> Christmas trees oppressive, Thanksgiving cancelable, Valentine&#8217;s Day a capitalist con, and fireworks an imposition on her personal peace.
Give it time. She&#8217;ll be tweeting that puppies deserve a kickin’ next.
There is no anti-American sentiment too small for Hong to find and nurse into a grievance. She seems to be competing for a title: most aggrieved, most neurotic, most perpetually wounded candidate in the room. The competition among her communist comrades is fierce, but this week, she takes the cake.
The wannabe governor of Wisconsin has spent a decade building a paper trail of anti-American, anti-patriotic, anti-joy statements, and Thanksgiving is where it started. In 2020, Hong tweeted: &#8220;Cancel Thanksgiving. Should have done this in 1621. If it takes a worldwide pandemic for us to realize we should stop celebrating colonialism and the original superspreader event that killed Indegenous folx and women, so be it.&#8221; Do women not lump into the Indegenous folx category? Have we been removed from IF-only spaces? Maybe the Native Americans had a version of Title IX even back then.
Regardless, she’s wrong on the merits. The 1621 feast was a peaceful three-day alliance meal with the Wampanoag who had saved the starving Pilgrims, and epidemics had already emptied the region years earlier from prior European contact, not from shared turkey and gratitude. But if she wants to dine in silence at her local Korean restaurant on November 24th, fine by me; more turkey for the rest of us.
Christmas isn&#8217;t safe from Hong’s holiday chopping block either. She has a documented aversion to snow and Christmas trees, an allergy to the birth of Christ and, apparently, to tidings of good cheer. When an IT worker fixing her computer remotely swapped the background to snow and a Christmas tree, Hong said she felt &#8220;slightly attacked.&#8221; Probably because snow is white. I hope with the help of therapy, she&#8217;s found peace with that trauma.
Valentine&#8217;s Day fares no better: to Hong, it&#8217;s simply the day “the worst of humanity comes out from folks ‘celebrating’ on another day capitalism tells you how to show love.” Dare I suggest that a woman with this much contempt for a holiday built around romantic gestures might have found a Valentine&#8217;s card or two useful before the fireworks in her marriage fizzled out. Don&#8217;t invite her to your Fourth of July cookout either; she does “not enjoy fireworks” in the skies – or otherwise.
Speaking of that marriage: Hong has also spoken about her struggles with her own &#8220;proximity to whiteness&#8221; through her white ex-husband and their biracial son:
<blockquote>My proximity to whiteness continues, right… My son is biracial. He&#8217;s half white, half Korean, and I think navigating what his identity is and how people perceive him is always at the back of my mind.</blockquote>
Oh, how loved he must feel. “Sorry, mommy, for being only half Korean. Dad is the worst! I’ll stay with him so you don’t have to be within my snow-white vicinity. I’ll see you at Thanksgiving! I mean, day of Indigenous Folx mourning!”
But at least she’s not a violent person, right? Just a little cuckoo? Oh — she called for the assassination of President Trump? Never mind then.
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Wisconsin Democrat Francesca Hong: &#8220;In the restaurant industry, when we&#8217;re out of something, we say it&#8217;s 86&#8217;d. And I&#8217;d say it&#8217;s about fucking time we 86 Trump.&#8221; <a href="https://t.co/2H1La0Tfvi">pic.twitter.com/2H1La0Tfvi</a>
— Bobby LaValley (@Bobby_LaVallley) <a href="https://x.com/Bobby_LaVallley/status/2084439917048815679?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">August 4, 2026</a></blockquote>
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Lucky for her, in the Utopian Commie Sconnie she&#8217;s promising, there are no police or prisons. So someone can act on her behalf and be let off the hook. How comforting.
She&#8217;s running the standard DSA platform: defund the police, prisons, and ICE; eat the rich; abolish borders; Medicare for all; death to AIPAC; trans the kids; <a href="https://x.com/JayTC53/status/2084884280023400450">Inshallah4Life</a>. Those are the givens. What should actually alarm Wisconsin voters is what lies beneath the platform: a candidate who cannot identify a single American institution, holiday, or tradition worth defending. Increasingly, for candidates like her, that anti-Americanism isn&#8217;t a bug. It&#8217;s the whole pitch.
Francesca Hong is a second-generation Wisconsinite, the daughter of Korean immigrants who arrived in the United States in the 1980s. Her father is a sociologist. Her mother a teacher. She grew up playing soccer and co-captained her high school varsity team. So when, exactly, did she learn to despise this country? Was it after dropping out of the University of Wisconsin–Madison? Working as a line cook, sous chef, bartender? Was it after Morris Ramen, the restaurant she co-opened with her business-minded, white ex-husband, closed down? Was it when she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder after being placed in a psych ward? Who, or what, radicalized her?
Somewhere between the dish pit and the campaign trail, it all went wrong, and gratitude curdled into grievance. What remains is a candidate who has built an entire public identity out of resentment: toward the holidays, toward whiteness, toward the country her own parents crossed an ocean to join.
This is not some personality quirk. It is the oldest socialist tradition of all: the systematic hatred of the very civilization that sustains them. The Bolsheviks banned Christmas and turned churches into museums of atheism. Mao’s Red Guards burned ancestral tablets and forced the Chinese people to renounce their own history. Pol Pot emptied the cities in the name of Year Zero. Every time the ideology that calls gratitude “colonialism,” family “proximity to whiteness,” and national celebration “oppression” has taken power, it has not merely canceled holidays; it has canceled the people who still dared to celebrate them.
Francesca Hong is simply the latest American face of that same ancient impulse. She does not want to improve the country her immigrant parents chose. She wants to dismantle the cultural inheritance that made their success possible. And if Wisconsin hands her the keys, the turkey, the tree, the fireworks, and the very idea of a shared American identity will be the first things to go. Followed, as history has shown time and again, by everything else.
Bye, bye American Pie. Hello Year Zero.

Wisconsin Democrats 2026 Convention – June 14

Francesca Hong Is The Wisconsin Commie Candidate Drinking All The Resentment Kool-Aid

Francesca Hong

Wisconsin

And for his final act, Aaron Rodgers blasted Anthony Fauci on ESPN.
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&#8220;I&#8217;m pleading the Fifth 😂😂
You&#8217;ve gotta be kidding me&#8221; ~ <a href="https://x.com/AaronRodgers12?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@AaronRodgers12</a> <a href="https://x.com/hashtag/PMSLive?src=hash&amp;ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#PMSLive</a> <a href="https://t.co/kg3y0uMxxR">pic.twitter.com/kg3y0uMxxR</a>
— Pat McAfee (@PatMcAfeeShow) <a href="https://x.com/PatMcAfeeShow/status/2084338121101983920?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">August 3, 2026</a></blockquote>
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The Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback, ostensibly playing out his last season in the league, gave Pat McAfee a <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/aaron-rodgers-rips-into-fauci-during-live-on-espn">response</a> for the ages when asked how he&#8217;s feeling about the year ahead.
“I’m gonna plead the fifth. Like that absolute coward Tony Fauci. Absolute coward. Are you kidding me? &#8230; What are you scared of Tony? I thought you were science?”
WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF, TONY. I felt that one in my chest. Black and gold, baby. That&#8217;s my quarterback.
But the 42-year-old veteran didn&#8217;t stop there. For his own two minutes of hate, he tore into &#8220;The Science,&#8221; the network covering it, and the gaslighting that came bundled with both:
<blockquote>How much time did they spend on that? How much time did they spend on my responses every week, on my vaccination status, on Taylor and Travis&#8217;s wedding? Did they do even a minute on Tony Fauci? I bet they didn&#8217;t. &#8230; What are you gonna say about me now?</blockquote>
My heart rate spiked just typing that. The crowd was roaring. Somewhere in the back, a Yinzer was chanting &#8220;YES&#8221; like it was a third-down stop. The Terrible Towels were out in July. Their quarterback was finally getting his day in court, four years after the media was his judge, jury, and executioner, and he made the most of it.
When my kids ask why the Steelers are goated, I&#8217;m going to show them this clip. Not the Immaculate Reception, not Santonio Holmes’ Super Bowl toe-tap — this. The moment one of the greatest quarterbacks to ever play the game looked into a camera and said, on behalf of everyone who got laughed out of the room for asking questions: I was right, and I&#8217;m not sorry.
And there was no better man to deliver it. Rodgers wasn&#8217;t vaccinated during the 2021 season; instead, he pursued alternative treatment under the supervision of a holistic doctor. He told reporters that August he&#8217;d been &#8220;immunized;” a precise, deliberate word, and the press treated it like a shibboleth. The one adjective that was supposed to sort the compliant from the heretics.
“Command room: We can now confirm his vaccination status. Still, no word on his wife’s location.”
However, when he tested positive weeks later, and the truth came out, the same outlets that had spent a season obsessing over one man&#8217;s vaccine record just about detonated.
ESPN, CNN, all the big guys, they went on a two-week rampage treating his status like a hull breach. Like the ship had hit the iceberg. Like WWEleven had broken out. Because a healthy, able-bodied adult took ivermectin instead of a vaccine.
And the fallout of the wall-to-wall coverage of the anti-vax villain? A $14,650 personal fine and a $300,000 hit to the Packers, for the crime of not forcing a mask onto their quarterback during press conferences. Prevea Health walked away from a nine-year partnership overnight. State Farm quietly slashed his airtime. He got the full scarlet-letter treatment for refusing to performative compliance for the crusade, right alongside the millions of Americans who said no and paid for it with their jobs.
Now, four years later, training camp is underway, the sun&#8217;s out over Latrobe, the Steelers haven&#8217;t laid a finger on him for saying any of it, and Anthony Fauci&#8217;s little girl diary just got read into the Congressional record. I&#8217;d wager Aaron Rodgers is having a pretty good week.
He told Yinz so.
Turns out Fauci <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/rfk-jr-owns-dana-bash-proving-media-fed-covid-hysteria?author=Chloe+Trapanotto&amp;category=News&amp;elementPosition=undefined&amp;row=0&amp;rowType=Vertical+List&amp;title=RFK+Jr.+Owns+Dana+Bash+Proving+Media+Fed+COVID+Hysteria">understood</a> early that COVID behaved like a bad flu, that the virus likely came from a lab in Wuhan (when are we gonna reprimand China for this?), and that the vaccine was never going to stop transmission the way &#8220;the science&#8221; insisted it would.
The Science God probably would’ve told us the truth, but he was a tad busy posing for magazine covers, having dinner with important people, and directing his employees to enter his name for cash prizes.
And last week, instead of answering for it to the Senate Homeland Security Committee, he pleaded the Fifth 111 times. Coward, indeed.
Fauci can deny it happened all he wants, and so can CNN and ESPN, but Rodgers isn’t going to let them forget that it did, and neither are we.
But for now, in between his rants and record-setting rundowns, he’ll be on the field. Because as he told McAfee, he doesn’t care anymore about anything but playing his best ball.
He&#8217;s going out with a bang; let&#8217;s hope it ends with a ring.

Baltimore Ravens v Pittsburgh Steelers – NFL 2025

For Aaron Rodgers, Vindication Has A Pittsburgh Accent

Aaron Rodgers

Anthony Fauci

COVID

Covid vaccine

ESPN

In a stunning revelation, Dana Bash <a href="https://www.foxnews.com/media/rfk-jr-torches-cnn-anchor-dana-bash-press-malpractice-covid-coverage-explosive-clash">admits</a> that it&#8217;s her job to tell the American people the truth. Where has that attitude been the last five years?
On CNN&#8217;s &#8220;State of the Union&#8221; this weekend, Health and Human Services Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and the network&#8217;s chief fact-checker-in-residence got into it over how America responded to the COVID pandemic, and the two obviously had grievances to get off their chests. The conversation looked less like an interview and more like a holiday dinner after one too many eggnog martinis.
Things got heated when Bash pushed the line she&#8217;s pushed for years: Trump bears the blame, governors closed things because hospitals were overrun, Fauci didn&#8217;t shut down America.
RFK correctly called BS. 
 
Fauci&#8217;s own private diary entries show him actively engineering the closures he later denied under oath. March 9, 2020, Fauci advised New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo to close schools in Westchester’s Orthodox Jewish communities. Six days later, he &#8220;convinced&#8221; Mayor Bill de Blasio to close New York City&#8217;s schools (de Blasio, per Fauci&#8217;s diary, &#8220;had already decided based on what I was saying on TV&#8221;), then went further, telling the mayor he should close the bars and restaurants too. De Blasio said he&#8217;d base it on Fauci&#8217;s recommendation.
I’m sure the “most famous scientist in the world” was giggling, penning that into the burn book.
Days later, Fauci advised de Blasio to push full shelter-in-place for the entire city over Cuomo&#8217;s objections, promising to lean on the governor himself. He privately celebrated convincing Trump to extend &#8220;15 Days to Slow the Spread&#8221; into a 30-day lockdown, calling it a &#8220;good outcome&#8221; that avoided ending mitigation &#8220;prematurely.&#8221; By October 2020, on CBS, he&#8217;d said the quiet part out loud: he recommended the president shut the country down.
Yet by 2022, once the learning-loss data and the empty ICUs became impossible to ignore, Fauci pivoted: he&#8217;d had nothing to do with school closures; the &#8220;default position&#8221; was always to keep kids in class. Wrong — the diary is the receipt. He was the top-down architect leaning on mayors and governors to do his bidding, while the press treated their compliance as spontaneous local wisdom.
Now Bash is doing damage control for the media’s image, but the damage is already done. Lockdowns shuttered 3.5 million businesses, cratered childhood education, and left the U.S. with some of the worst excess-mortality numbers among developed nations, because one man&#8217;s private certainty got laundered into public consensus, and nobody in the press box asked him to show his work.
Then Bash asked what RFK would do differently when the next pandemic hits (because, according to her experts, it’s going to happen within 10 years).
RFK quickly remarked that he’d protect constitutional rights and end the censorship that silenced dissenting doctors the first time around. Bash tried to pivot. RFK didn’t let her. “That was the job of CNN,&#8221; he told her. &#8220;To put the chyrons up on how many people are dying, to get people to comply.&#8221;
“You were part of the problem. There was absolute press malpractice. Your job is a fierce skepticism towards authority, and you weren’t doing that. You were beating up people who were dissenting.”
Boom.
And he’s absolutely correct. Take the lab-leak theory for example. Fauci privately noted the Wuhan market was an “amplifier,” not the source, and scientists on a February 2020 call he joined raised serious concerns about lab manipulation at the Wuhan Institute of Virology. Publicly, the “Proximal Origin” paper (shaped with input from the Fauci circle) declared a lab origin “not plausible.” CNN ran with it. Lab leak was a “conspiracy theory,” “comic book” stuff, “widely debunked,” a “Trump talking point.” Then-CNN president Jeff Zucker reportedly ordered staff not to chase it. When former Centers for Disease Control and Prevention Director Robert Redfield said it was most likely a lab origin, CNN framed it as “controversial” and “without evidence.” Only years later, <a href="https://nypost.com/2023/02/28/new-york-times-msnbc-cnn-slammed-over-debunked-lab-leak-theory/">once</a> FBI and court documents leaned toward the lab theory, did the network quietly soften the ridicule.
Because ostensibly it’s their job to “tell the truth to the American people,” once the truth becomes convenient.
CNN did the same with the mortality numbers. Fauci&#8217;s own February 2020 diary put the case fatality rate at 0.2%–0.3%, closer to a bad flu once mild and asymptomatic cases were counted. Weeks later, in congressional testimony, he told lawmakers the rate was 2%–3%, settling near 1% — 10 times deadlier than seasonal flu. The scarier number is the one that stuck; CNN ran the catastrophe models and sidelined the seroprevalence data that quickly told a calmer story.
The network also frightened parents silly into vaccinating their healthy kids. Which RFK rightfully pointed out. He charged that CNN’s job was “scaring people.” From late 2021 on, CNN treated pediatric vaccination as an unalloyed moral imperative; “Kids 5 to 11 can now get vaccinated. Here’s why it’s safe.” Segments pushed shots for children under 5 the moment the FDA authorized them. Jill Biden’s CNN op-ed urged parents that the vaccine was “the best way” to protect kids. Anchors and experts framed hesitation as dangerous, citing every hospitalization while downplaying the extremely low risk of severe disease in healthy children and the emerging myocarditis signal in adolescent males.
By 2022, Florida’s health department, citing the data, said healthy five- to 17-year-olds “may not benefit.” Randomized trials showed the shots reduced short-term symptomatic infection but offered negligible absolute risk reduction against severe outcomes for low-risk kids. Transmission benefits evaporated with variants. Yet CNN kept up the pressure, treating parental caution as anti-science. RFK asked Bash to present a single study proving net benefit for children. She pivoted to “data upon data” about adult mortality and “misinformation deaths.”
A master of misdirection.
If the world does see another pandemic, it’s good to know certain scientists won’t have their First Amendment right stripped away for saying an uncomfortable truth. Take Jay Bhattacharya, Martin Kulldorff, and Sunetra Gupta. In October 2020, the trio authored the Great Barrington Declaration, arguing for focused protection of the vulnerable instead of blanket lockdowns. NIH Director Francis Collins wanted a &#8220;quick and devastating&#8221; takedown. Fauci called it &#8220;nonsense and very dangerous.&#8221; On CNN, a former Harvard professor announced that herd immunity was &#8220;another word for mass murder.&#8221; The chorus followed, branding the authors reckless cranks.
Today, Bhattacharya runs the NIH. The &#8220;crazies&#8221; keep getting promoted; the experts who got it catastrophically wrong still want the benefit of the doubt.
Look, reporters get things wrong sometimes; so do experts. But there&#8217;s a difference between an honest miss and five years of &#8220;trust the experts&#8221; deployed as a gag order, while the experts secretly admitted they weren&#8217;t sure.
Fauci privately knew mortality was far lower and later walked back school closures. CNN treated lab leak as taboo and pediatric vaccines as non-negotiable. Dissenters were “beaten up.” And now that the diaries, the excess-death data, the learning-loss studies, and the intelligence assessments are public, the same network hosts are rightfully getting grilled for gaslighting us all for years.
And RFK called them on it live, to a quivering, culpable Bash. The ultimate fact-check. And it felt good to watch.

Microplastics Event at EPA

RFK Jr. Owns Dana Bash Proving Media Fed COVID Hysteria

Dana Bash

Robert F. Kennedy Jr.

Happy Friday to everyone, but not to Troy Jackson. The Cousin F*cker.
You heard that right, friends. Troy Jackson, the newly selected Democratic Senate nominee to replace Graham Platner (Nazi tattoo guy) up in Maine and take on Sen. Susan Collins (R-ME) for a seat that could hand Democrats the majority, is in a long-term relationship with, and <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/graham-platners-replacement-accused-of-having-kids-with-cousin">shares</a> two children with, his second cousin.
There&#8217;s a sentence you never thought you&#8217;d read.
We knew he was bad. Jackson stood by his friend <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/lets-platten-this-graham-cracker">Platner</a> right up until a liberal woman accused him of rape; he&#8217;s a devout socialist, and his policies sit to the Left of Bernie Sanders. But we didn&#8217;t know he was this bad. Married-to-his-cousin bad.
Somehow this skeleton, alive and kicking, is almost worse than Platner&#8217;s closet of overflowing bones. You&#8217;ll remember Graham Platner, the self-described communist who also claims to be an oyster farmer, though his main customer is his mommy. He had a large Nazi tattoo on his chest, cheated on his wife just months into their marriage, has a sexting problem, and enjoys jerking off in porta-potties. He said he&#8217;d r*pe home invaders, but not in a gay way, and he had a Kik account, a site notorious for hosting child sex predators. Oh, and he was accused of sexual assault by a Right-wing staffer.
You&#8217;ll also remember that none of this moved the needle for Democrats. They staunchly defended this hirsute gopher and shrugged off his machinations right up to the end. It wasn&#8217;t until a liberal woman claimed he&#8217;d raped her that his support finally fell by the wayside.
But have no fear! Democrats have an unending list of capable, normal, hardworking candidates to put in his place — someone to lay siege to Collins’s reign!
We saw these qualified quacks take the Maine Senate <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/eight-dems-including-a-logger-and-transgender-songwriter-face-off-in-maine-senate-debate">debate</a> stage earlier this month, and their sheer star power was astounding. Between transgender-identifying candidate Ashley Webb, who cited his background as a songwriter and author as proof of his qualifications, and Troy Jackson, the former logger with an affinity for putting his log in his relatives, this bench seemed unstoppable.
Right up until word escaped the incestuary that Jackson was playing house with his high school second-cousin sweetheart.
Sen. Collins is probably pouring an extra-large glass of wine and toasting the Maine Democratic Party&#8217;s unparalleled talent for self-sabotage.
While Democrats scramble to explain why their latest &#8220;normal, hardworking&#8221; replacement shares great-grandparents with the mother of his children, Collins can campaign on the radical idea of not being related to her spouse. Second-cousin romance may be legal, and not unheard of in the remote North Woods, but the rest of the state still prefers its senators to have family trees that don&#8217;t look like a pretzel.
And no, Dems, you can&#8217;t pretend this is like FDR and Eleanor. They were fifth cousins. Still super weird. But slightly better than sharing a great-grandparent.
This is what happens when a party defends the indefensible until the last possible second, then pivots to the next available warm body without checking the Ancestry.com results. Platner had the Nazi ink and the porta-potties. Jackson has the high-school-sweetheart-who&#8217;s-also-family situation.
These two could star in a low-budget Lifetime original: Love in the North Woods: When Blood Is Thicker Than Water and Also Kinda the Same Thing, But Not In A Gay Way. Somewhere in between, the concept of a boring, electable candidate got lost in those woods and never came back.
So again, happy Friday to everyone but Troy Jackson. The rest of us can enjoy the weekend knowing that, once again, the Maine Democratic bench has delivered pure entertainment and an easier path to reelection for Susan Collins.
Unless, of course, Mainers find second-cousin-f*cking commie candidates romantic and mysterious. In that case, let them keep it in the family.

Maine Democrats Hold Senate Nominating Convention

Troy Jackson Is The Cousin Lover Who Would Replace The Nazi

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Maine Democrats

Susan Collins

Troy Jackson

Nothing screams &#8220;support women&#8217;s basketball&#8221; quite like a team co-owner berating two 16-year-old girls until they cry.
That&#8217;s the state of the WNBA in 2026, folks. It&#8217;s honestly a mystery wrapped in an enigma why the sport isn&#8217;t more popular.
That&#8217;s exactly what unfolded Tuesday night during the Seattle Storm&#8217;s game against the Indiana Fever. Two teenagers wearing XX-XY Athletics shirts. This is a brand built around — and I know this is a radical concept — protecting women&#8217;s sports for actual women.The two girls were <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/wnba-co-owners-tirade-at-sophie-cunningham-fans-ends-in-fallout">told</a> they were &#8220;f*cking insane&#8221; for holding a sign that read &#8220;Thank you Sophie for speaking up for girls.&#8221;
This comes amid the fervor surrounding Sophie Cunningham, the Fever guard who&#8217;s made it her personal mission to protect teammate Caitlin Clark from the maniacal manhandlers who seem more intent on trying to cause her real, serious harm than on trying to win games. And, more controversially, Cunningham says out loud that biological men shouldn&#8217;t play women&#8217;s sports.
Isn&#8217;t it a shame that this now counts as a hot take? We&#8217;ll let 10-year-olds chop off their God-given goods, no problem; but suggest that a 16-year-old girl shouldn&#8217;t have to guard a grown man in the paint, and suddenly it’s as if you screamed “bomb” on an airplane.
Naturally, the brave teens (braver than me: I wouldn’t attend a WNBA game nor willingly set foot in Seattle) had to put their signs away to protect the fragile feelings of the fruity vanguard, while the multi-colored, rainbow marxist next to them kept her neon “No Hate In These United States” sign up the entire game.
I don’t know, girly pop.
It seemed pretty hateful to me when the co-owner of the team, Celeste Keaton, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/DbZou8oMQEL/?hl=en">swore at and belittled</a> the two young athletes who paid to be there, for the crime of supporting fairness in the sport she claims to have devoted her life to. Newsflash for Klass-less Keaton: If fans wanted to watch burly, powerful bundles of XY chromosomes play basketball, that league already exists. It’s called the NBA. It&#8217;s on most nights at 9 p.m.
The highly agitated and morally bankrupt co-owner has been fined and suspended for the next five home games. But to me, this actually seems more like a reward than a punishment; not having to watch the Seattle Storm night after night, but then again, I&#8217;m a straight conservative.
It also seemed pretty hateful when a grown man in a WNBA hat (interesting choice) heckled the same girls, yelling &#8220;get out&#8221; and &#8220;security, take out the trash&#8221; while they cried.
Is it possible to just carve Washington State out of America? Could we give them to Canada? The benevolent folk can apply for residency in other states, using multiple forms of ID, of course, but the rest can stay in their sad, vampire-ridden land and float off into the northern Pacific. Our military&#8217;s schedule is pretty light right now; I&#8217;m sure they&#8217;ve got time to blow a gorge across the state line.
Sure, the scenery is stunning. But so is a Renaissance painting of a plague, but you wouldn’t want to live inside it. Seattle literally ranks #1 in adults having feelings of depression. I don&#8217;t make the rules; I just read the Census data. Some things are worth losing the view for. Baby, meet bathwater.
Oh well, I’m just glad Sophie, her teammates, and those young ladies made it out alive. But they didn’t leave with their heads hung low. The Fever crushed Keaton’s Storm clouds 105-95, marking Indiana&#8217;s fourth consecutive 100-point game — a new WNBA record for the longest such streak in league history. Clark led the crusade with 32; Cunningham flipped the booing crowd the bird by shooting 3-for-3 from three in the first quarter. 
 
<a href="https://x.com/MAGAVoice/status/2070740086074102191">We see you, Sophie. We see you.</a>
And increasingly, so does the rest of the country. Her Adidas partnership has become one of the league&#8217;s bigger commercial stories this season, with her player-exclusive sneaker selling out within hours of its release. Turns out normie Americans like common sense, Title IX, and rooting for pretty blondes who don’t apologize for either.
The WNBA doesn&#8217;t have a talent problem. It has a leadership problem. When your co-owners are cursing out teenage girls for saying men shouldn&#8217;t play women&#8217;s sports, in a women&#8217;s sports league, you&#8217;ve stopped being an inclusive institution and started being an ideological one; and ideological institutions don&#8217;t grow audiences, they shed them.
Caitlin Clark and Sophie Cunningham are giving this league its biggest audience ever. Its own ownership keeps handing that audience reasons to watch literally anything else.
Fix that, and the mystery solves itself.

WNBA: JUL 18 New York Liberty at Indiana Fever

They Came For Caitlin Clark – Will The WNBA Destroy Sophie Cunningham Next?

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Gavin Newscum. Remember him? Well, President Trump&#8217;s nickname for him just took on a whole new meaning.
All was quiet on the West Coast front for Newscum — most of the news cycle diverted to Fauci pleading the Fifth like a little girl, the Democratic Socialists of America plotting their takeover of our motherland, or Mamdani&#8217;s contempt for 9/11 victims — but that changed Tuesday for the California governor, when his former paramour emerged with an explosive <a href="https://www.vanityfair.com/story/gavin-newsom-ruby-rippey-essay">essay</a> exposing the scandal.
Ruby Rippey-Tourk, deputy campaign finance director under a younger Mayor Newsom and wife of Alex Tourk, his field director, is finally telling her side of the story: an extramarital affair lasting two years, with the now-governor of California.
The takeaway? He is, indubitably and irrevocably, scum.
Imagine this. You&#8217;re in a position of power. Your best friend labors over you, day and night; so does his wife. You spend every waking moment with both of them, watching them weather the storms of substance abuse, a first pregnancy, and the ordinary vicissitudes of life. And then you start sleeping with your best friend&#8217;s newly mothered wife. Behind his back. For two years straight. You send her spiraling into full-blown addiction, gut her marriage, and detonate a one-year-old&#8217;s entire world.
That is what Gavin Newscum did to the Tourks. His friends. His subordinates. People whose entire livelihoods depended on him.
Rippey describes her marriage to Tourk as steady yet electric. Romantic and refreshing. Mostly right, and when it wasn&#8217;t, her husband still viewed it through rose-colored glasses, always seeing the best in her, always showing up for his wife and their baby.
Alex Tourk was as good a guy as it gets. He courted her by consistently showing up with mixtapes and matzo ball soup from her favorite deli, even when he figured he didn&#8217;t stand a chance. That same stalwartness carried into fatherhood and into his job, where he served Newsom as a reliable workhorse, there anytime, anyplace.
It turns out he and his wife both spent long nights enthralled by the same man; they just did it in vastly different capacities.
Newscum looked at this marriage between two hardworking people who trusted him, and made a conscious, cynical decision to break them both, one by one, from atop his City Hall tower.
Ruby lays out the relationship in full – from how it started to how it ended. And though she&#8217;s clearly responsible for her own abhorrent choices, it&#8217;s hard to read her account without concluding that Newsom&#8217;s power is what propelled her destruction.
She says it began in earnest in 2005, at a wedding in Napa Valley — one where she wore white (insane), became belligerent, and sent her husband home to their baby while she went back to an inn with the mayor. They passed out beside each other; she wet the bed. The crusade against common sense and decency was underway.
But it’s what she says about the lead-up that strikes me. In 2004, Ruby had strung together a stretch of sobriety after her pregnancy. That lasted until she, her husband, and their boss sat down at a Mexican restaurant, and Newscum commented on her body.
“You’ve lost all your pregnancy weight.”
Cue the margaritas. From that moment on, she starts obsessing over what she wears, how she looks, second-guessing every glance he holds a beat too long. The drinks start flowing again, right on schedule.
“We meet and we drink. There is sex, but it isn’t the point. The point is proximity — to power, to being chosen… It isn’t love. It isn’t romance. It’s intoxication. The text message is a hit.”
She&#8217;s captivated by his power. He holds her in the palm of his mayoral hand.
She’s relieved when he tells her it should stop. &#8220;You can&#8217;t be doing this to Alex,&#8221; he says, as if he&#8217;s the concerned friend stepping in to save the day, and not the governor-in-waiting who used his position to get her into this mess in the first place.
“Maybe now it’s over,” she hopes, desperate to be rid of his chains and of the alcoholism their affair ignited.
But it didn’t end. Over the course of the next few months, between the taxi rides home from one of Newscum&#8217;s penthouses or rooftop bars riddled with cigarettes, she turns to cocaine. Newscum does nothing to stop it. If anything, he fans the flames of her self-destruction, night after night, luring her back in, intoxicated, inebriated, incapacitated. He never tells her to get help. He never tells his friend. He casts himself as a passerby, a bystander to a mess he built.
He’s the ruinous villain in their stories, but they’re merely a footnote in his.
Ruby is the one who ends it, after checking into rehab in 2006. She confesses to her husband (Gavin&#8217;s best friend) via email in 2007 that they&#8217;ve both been lying to him and stabbing him in the back.
Alex leaves his wife and his job on Newsom&#8217;s campaign, both of which he&#8217;d spent years building, strengthening, and sacrificing for, with nothing left but a kid and an attorney&#8217;s bill.
He rebuilds slowly, forever bewildered that the two people he trusted most could do this to him. Ruby retreats into isolation, regret, and ruin, staying silent when Gavin&#8217;s memoir hits shelves, claiming it was he who &#8220;came clean&#8221; to Alex. And Gavin cashes his memoir checks, having barely acknowledged the &#8220;crazed woman&#8221; who&#8217;d &#8220;fall asleep outside his bedroom,&#8221; before ascending, smooth as ever, to the governorship.
There is no doubt that Ruby held a great deal of the responsibility for their affair, but what Newscum&#8217;s conduct reveals about him, across every stage of this, is the real story.
He used his power to pull his best friend&#8217;s wife into bed while all three of them worked under the same City Hall roof. He lied to everyone close to him for years. He is, demonstrably, the type of man who will absolutely wreck a woman’s heart if given the chance — and he did. Then he looked at the devastation, shrugged, found a carbon copy of Ruby, and married her. Her name is <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/hey-jennifer-newsom-is-the-racism-in-the-room-with-you-right-now">Jennifer Siebel Newsom</a>, now California&#8217;s &#8220;first partner.&#8221;
Politicians aren&#8217;t exactly famous for being good people, and sure, everybody&#8217;s got skeletons. Trump&#8217;s got some. Clinton&#8217;s got a whole ossuary.
But there&#8217;s a difference between garden-variety sleaze and this: years of lying to your best friend&#8217;s face while sleeping with his wife, watching her drown in it, then writing a memoir where you&#8217;re the hero of your own betrayal.
He’s not Newscum because Trump said so. He’s Newscum because he earned it. And now this scumball wants America to give him a promotion.

US-ECONOMY-MILKEN

Gavin Newscum: The Shoe Fits Better Than You Think

Gavin Newsom

Peace, Land, and Bread. That&#8217;s the promise of Zohran Mamdani, esteemed leader of the triumphant five sanitation bur — Oh, wait.
No. That was the propaganda of Vladimir Lenin and the Bolsheviks in 1917 Russia, sold to workers, soldiers, and peasants who were desperate enough to believe it.
Funny. It sure sounds an awful lot like what Zohran&#8217;s <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/nyc-suffers-under-theater-kid-commie-rule-and-no-one-should-be-surprised?row=0&amp;elementPosition=1&amp;rowType=Web+Search+Overlay">selling</a> now. He campaigned on cheaper land, at the expense of whoever currently owns it. He urges New Yorkers to take to the streets the moment they feel a whisper of &#8220;frustration or opposition,&#8221; all in pursuit of peace, naturally. And yesterday, he promised cheaper bread, at the expense of whoever currently sells it.
That last one struck a nerve with anyone still operating on two working brain cells.
New York City&#8217;s anti-American communist mayor <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/economists-lose-their-minds-over-mamdani-supermarkets-literally-how-you-destroy-an-economy?topStoryPosition=undefined&amp;author=Hank+Berrien&amp;category=News&amp;elementPosition=2&amp;row=1&amp;rowHeadline=Top+Stories&amp;rowType=Top+Stories&amp;title=Economists+Lose+Their+Minds+Over+Mamdani+Supermarkets%3A+%E2%80%98LITERALLY+How+You+Destroy+An+Economy%E2%80%99">announced</a> to his proletariat that he&#8217;ll spend $70 million of their tax dollars opening five government-owned grocery stores, offering a mandatory 30% discount on &#8220;essential staples&#8221; like cheese, milk, and bread.
&#8220;No exceptions. No gimmicks.&#8221;
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Oh, honey. He must&#8217;ve gotten into Hunter Biden&#8217;s stash, because this is the dictionary definition of a gimmick.
Here&#8217;s how it actually works. Mamdani&#8217;s stores skip property taxes and rent; the bodega down the block does not. That&#8217;s how you sell bread 30% under market price without losing your shirt on day one, and it&#8217;s a trick your corner store can&#8217;t pull off no matter how hard the Marxist wand waves.
The problem is, grocery stores already limp along on razor-thin 2% <a href="https://www.forbes.com/sites/nathangoldman/2026/07/28/do-mamdanis-city-run-grocery-stores-break-economics-101/">margins</a>. Drop a taxpayer-funded competitor into the mix, selling everything a third cheaper, and mom-and-pop shops don&#8217;t just eat the difference. They bleed until they can&#8217;t anymore. Then they close.
Once the bodegas are gone and Mamdani Mart is the only game left in town, the &#8220;savings&#8221; don&#8217;t stop costing money; they just get quietly rerouted to the taxpayer, at a <a href="https://www.dailysignal.com/2026/07/28/mamdani-nyc-grocery-stores-discount-local-businesses/">projected</a> 28 cents lost on every dollar sold. And when the budget finally buckles, and the subsidies get slashed, those city stores turn into empty shells stocked with rotting inventory, and New Yorkers are taking two trains and a bus to find a grocery store that still has groceries in it.
But I&#8217;m sure it&#8217;s fine.
Totally different from the Soviet Union. And totally different from Kansas City, which ran this exact experiment in 2024 and <a href="https://www.foxbusiness.com/economy/government-funded-grocery-store-flounders-midwest-city-similar-proposal-gains-steam-nyc">lost</a> the state almost $900,000. Third time&#8217;s the charm.
In Bolshevik Russia, the truth hiding between the propaganda&#8217;s lines read: seize the grain, fix the prices, make the state the only grocery store in town.
No exceptions. No gimmicks.
Turns out when the government takes your surplus grain whether you like it or not, you stop growing surplus grain. Why farm extra wheat just to hand it over for free? Peasants planted only enough to feed their own families, transport collapsed under the weight of central planning, and the shiny new state shops ended up with bare shelves and day-long bread lines, where people froze half to death hoping a loaf might, maybe, show up.
Mamdani never went hungry, though. He had a private chef in his mansion. Oh, sorry. I meant Lenin.
The Soviet dictator fixed the price of bread by decree and had the state swallow the difference, because state grocery stores don&#8217;t answer to supply and demand. They answer to whoever&#8217;s holding the gun, or the budget, or both. (The Second Amendment&#8217;s looking better by the paragraph.)
Mamdani&#8217;s simply running the same experiment with one hundred extra years of PR polish, and a grin that belongs on the poster for Smile 3. He&#8217;s not asking the market what bread should cost; he&#8217;s telling it.
Ahh. What a week for New Yorkers already. On Monday, their mayor <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/mamdani-doxxes-his-own-constituents-days-after-terror-attack?row=1&amp;elementPosition=2&amp;rowType=Web+Search+Overlay%5C">doxxed</a> 30,000 of his richest constituents, publishing exactly who&#8217;d be receiving a &#8220;Pied-à-terre&#8221; love tax, in a city that just watched a CEO get gunned down for the crime of being wealthy. Then he announced he&#8217;d be attending 9/11 commemorations, despite campaigning alongside <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/the-pied-piker-is-leading-all-the-anti-american-vermin">radicals</a> who said America deserved it. And now this?
Here&#8217;s hoping he doesn&#8217;t crawl out of his dwelling hole today. New York&#8217;s collective blood pressure can&#8217;t survive one more thing.
Peace, Land, and Bread. ✌️
Lenin promised it in 1917, and the peasants got grain requisitions, ration lines, and a famine. A century later, Zohran promises the same thing, and New Yorkers are getting doxx-the-rich lists, higher rent, government cheese, and a mayor who thinks <a href="https://www.dailywire.com/news/the-dsa-gang-is-cosplaying-mao-to-destroy-america?author=Chloe+Trapanotto&amp;category=News&amp;elementPosition=0&amp;row=0&amp;rowType=Vertical+List&amp;title=The+DSA+Gang+Is+Cosplaying+Mao+To+Destroy+America">Karl Marx</a> was simply misunderstood.
The next thing you know, he&#8217;ll be using capitalism to sell &#8220;Protest, Rent Freeze, and 30% Off Bread&#8221; tee shirts.
One color only: red.

NYC Mayor Mamdani Holds News Conference On Municipal Grocery Store Announcement

Mamdani Mart And The Death Of The Bodega

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Marxism

Vladimir Lenin

Zohran Mamdani

It sure feels like everything went to hell in a handbasket overnight. Doesn&#8217;t it? 
 
The Democratic Socialists of America, hitting the scene harder than heartburn after a late-night Taco Bell Crunchwrap Supreme, have just laid their platform bare. And it is truly fascinating how calmly they can unleash a plan that will legitimately gut this country down to the studs.
I wish I were being dramatic.
Abolish the Senate. Abolish the presidency and the Supreme Court. Abolish immigration enforcement, prisons, and eventually police. Open the border. Grant mass amnesty. Defund the Pentagon.
These are just some of the promises of the DSA, <a href="https://x.com/SpeakerJohnson/status/2081445353883042279/video/1">delivered</a> on Fox News Sunday by a woman wearing oversized red librarian glasses and a smile. Megan Romer (She/Her), co-chair of the Democratic [Communists] of America, rhapsodically <a href="https://x.com/RedWavePress/status/2081445206239440943">informed</a> a visibly appalled Shannon Bream, true, true, true, right down the list, that yes, those are the goals, and really, it&#8217;s all in service of keeping everybody safe. Naturally, that starts with keeping murderers and rapists out of prison.
I think it&#8217;s safe to call them communists now. They&#8217;d probably welcome the moniker.
For a while, they ran on a very niche, very vibes-based, very cutesy form of governance called Democratic Socialism, in which capitalism gets &#8220;democratized&#8221; so regular people, not corporate CEOs, control the economy and public resources.
Nothing to see here, folks. Just some capitalism-loving socialists who enjoy long walks on the beach and having a good time!
Well, that mask dropped faster than Graham Platner&#8217;s pants around anyone who isn’t his wife.
Now they&#8217;re brandishing the actual plan on national television, no euphemisms left to hide behind, no pretty label, just the thing itself, plainly stated. Their trophy boy, Hasan Piker, trotted out their Marxist machinations at the College Democrats convention this month while dressed, unironically, like Mao Zedong. The murderous dictator.
That was always the play: trip you up with soft verbiage so you never have to reckon with the actual positions. But it doesn’t matter what they call it. Because what they want is not Sweden. They want public ownership of the largest corporations and essential industries. A brand-new constitution built around one unicameral legislature. The explicit replacement of the independent presidency and supreme court with an executive and judiciary that only answer to Congress. They want America to be hollowed out from within, like Troy.
This is, structurally, the Bolshevik blueprint from 1917: dissolve the elected assembly, concentrate power in bodies the party controls, nationalize industry, and call the whole thing &#8220;workers&#8217; democracy&#8221; while you&#8217;re doing it. They even talk about abolishing the carceral forces of the capitalist state the same way early commies dreamed of police, courts, and prisons “withering away” once class conflict disappeared.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.
This totalitarian nightmare led to the starvation and murder of millions, but shockingly, the self-pitying Ivy elites who majored in African Art and Gender Studies aren’t hip to the evils of communist history. Or if they are, their relationship to it looks a lot like the one some women have with toxic men. “Worst guy ever, never had a successful relationship in his life, fundamentally flawed and unworkable? I can fix him.”
Their commie commitments don’t stop there. The Marxist mayor of New York City, Zohran Mamdani, has been singing this siren song since he landed on America’s shores: rent control, seizing property from landlords, stealing wealth from private citizens. Communist, communist, communist.
And this week, Mamdani announced the city&#8217;s new government-run grocery stores will sell food staples 30% below market price. They also won’t have to pay property taxes or rent. Bye-bye, immigrant-run bodega down the block that pays both!
But surely, nothing else could possibly go wrong here.
It’s not like artificially setting the prices of bread, flour, and meat well below their true production costs (or free-market levels) just to keep voters happy would create excess demand, deplete supply, and eventually produce bread lines and shortages…right?
Quite honestly, I find it revolting that this cadre of basement-dwellers and professional un-success stories would have the gall to roll out such an anti-American platform on the country’s 250th birthday. Our founders didn&#8217;t build this nation two and a half centuries ago for people who wait around to loot what someone else built. They built it for the doers and the risk-takers who invent things and then have the audacity to profit from them.
The Declaration of Independence promises the pursuit of happiness, not the guarantee of equal outcomes. The Constitution protects private property, limited government, and separation of powers precisely so no group of envious central planners can seize the fruits of your labor and hand them out to whatever mask-wearing collective claims to deserve them more.
Communists are the unproductive, untalented, uncreative losers among us who don’t create wealth, but confiscate it. They don’t invent; they ration. They don’t protect; they abolish the protectors. They don’t build grocery stores that actually feed people; they demand the government force prices below cost and then act shocked when shelves go empty. And they&#8217;ll tell you, straight-faced, that they&#8217;re keeping you safe, all while dressed as the tyrant responsible for the deaths of 40 million of his own people.
Unfortunately, we can&#8217;t deport all of them.
So instead, we have to point out the lunacy of their positions, brush up on our history, and elect people to office who value a strong national defense, strong borders, law and order, free markets, individual liberty, and keeping America great.
We could also try sending Miss Megan Romer on a year-long trip to Cuba and see if she still wants to bring communism to our capitalist frontier when she gets back.

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Happy Friday, folks.
Let’s check in on our favorite socialist mayor’s city. Shall we?
In the span of 24 hours, the terror sympathizing, Ugandan native took to X to proclaim that if landlords stepped out of line he&#8217;d seize their property, that his &#8220;talk with the people&#8221; (more like Hugo Chávez&#8217;s rambling Aló, Presidente) is dropping soon, that anyone sitting on a second home worth over five million dollars in New York City should expect a little love letter in the mail about their new pied-a-terre tax, and that HE HAS BEEN BRIEFED on the terror attack on the Upper West Side, where an Asian man and a Jewish man were stabbed with a screwdriver by a Muslim screaming &#8220;Allahu Akbar.&#8221;
Be careful subscribing to his social media pages. You might get whiplash. Or have a heart attack.
But of course all of this comes as a shock to no one. This is a man who ran for office promising to come for pesky landlords’ buildings and squeeze every last penny from New York&#8217;s most successful residents. He is, by his own design, a communist cosplayer whose favorite new hobby is announcing “he has been briefed.”
The only shocking thing about a shocking week is that we&#8217;ve all stopped being shocked.
He <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/DbLNFpFhBaP/?hl=en">spent</a> time at a a mosque earlier this year that has documented ties to an Iranian-government front, where the imam sang about &#8220;the killing of the infidels by your sword.&#8221; (Infidels, for those keeping score at home, means anyone who isn&#8217;t Muslim. So, most of his subjects.) He says, often and loudly, that Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu is a war criminal, and that he&#8217;ll use his vast and terrifying mayoral power to have him arrested for &#8220;genocidal actions.&#8221; (He has no such power, and appears equally unclear on what &#8220;genocide&#8221; means.) This week he posted a moody little video branding the Jewish state as evil incarnate and urging New Yorkers to use &#8220;every tool they have&#8221; against it. He also declined to condemn the call to &#8220;globalize the intifada,&#8221; a rallying cry for violence against Jews and Israelis.
So no, my jaw did not hit the floor when a man took his wisdom to heart and stabbed a man on his way to synagogue.
Jewish New Yorkers are furious, and rightly frightened. City leaders used a press conference to accuse the mayor of &#8220;fanning the flames of hatred and division.&#8221; Which is exactly what he&#8217;s done. Even Hedge Hero Bill Ackman suggested the mayor take a little field trip to the Holocaust Museum, presumably so someone can finally explain to him what the word he keeps butchering actually means.
The <a href="https://x.com/Bubblebathgirl/status/2080641750058639606/video/1">NYPD</a> has had it with the smarmball, too. Their relationship soured the moment the internet unearthed a video of Mamdani claiming the department&#8217;s boots are &#8220;laced by the IDF,&#8221; and they&#8217;ve been in full breakup mode ever since. President of the New York City Police Benevolent Association Patrick Hendry warned that the mayor&#8217;s rhetoric is pushing things too far: &#8220;When the mayor of the city is actively calling for demonstrations, violent agitators will assume they have permission to cause as much havoc as possible.&#8221; NYPD Detectives Endowment Association President Scott Munro put it more bluntly, saying Mamdani &#8220;acts like he&#8217;s leading a protest movement instead of running the largest city in America.&#8221;
Yep. And boy has havoc ensued. Because for the Left, violent protest is encouraged, excused, and practically canonized, so long as it&#8217;s done in the name of the almighty omnicause.
And Zohran, ever the multitasker, tries to hold every banner at once. He&#8217;s pro-trans, throwing pride parties at Town Hall and announcing a $15 million investment in gender-mutilative care (one imagines the imam was thrilled). He&#8217;s pro-&#8220;underprivileged,&#8221; except his rent freeze is quietly crushing the immigrants and working-class renters he claims to champion, who are now staring down record-high payments. He&#8217;s pro-Palestine, a cause whose governing authority executes gay people for the crime of existing, and he&#8217;s decidedly anti-America, a country he insists is starving its children while oligarchs run wild.
He’s doing cartwheels around these ideologies. It’s exhausting to try and follow.
But that&#8217;s who he is, and how he clawed his way to the top. A theater kid turned failed rapper who talked his way into Gracie Mansion and started acting like a warm and fuzzy dictator instead of what he actually is: the overseer of a five-borough sanitation budget.
None of his promises have landed. Bus fares are more expensive. Rents are up, not down; the city isn’t safer, it’s louder. But he will keep pretending to fix these problems after being duly “briefed.”
He’s a walking contradiction in a suit and keffiyeh.
Twenty-five years after this country buried nearly 3,000 people killed in the name of the very rhetoric Mamdani can’t bring himself to condemn, New York elected a mayor who sat through a call to kill the infidels and called it a privilege to be there. History does not usually repeat itself so quickly, or so loudly, but here we are. Ahlan.
Happy Friday, indeed.

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Sophie Cunningham has always stuck up for her people. Her sister, her teammates, Caitlin Clark (when the entire WNBA seemed to have taken out a hit job on her), and now she’s sticking up for something even bigger: women.
The basketball star turned viral sensation just threw the girls a bone, saying in a sprawling <a href="https://www.espn.com/wnba/story/_/id/49306657/sophie-cunningham-finger-point-indiana-fever-wnba">ESPN</a> feature that she wants to “protect young girls in a locker room, or young girls in sport who shouldn&#8217;t have to go against biological men.”
There it is. Time for the WNBA to get big mad.
And of course the media will follow suit, deriding her indefinitely, like the Washington Post just did. Its latest headline reads: “WNBA player Sophie Cunningham won’t stop talking about trans athletes.”
No, my friends. You won’t stop talking about trans athletes.
She shouldn’t even have to say that &#8220;Biological men” don’t belong in a girl’s locker room. In fact, that used to be a redundant phrase, not a controversial one. But somebody had to say it aloud, because the feminists who were supposed to be saying it wandered off years ago, some chasing climate change, some chasing a different gender. So thank God for Sophie Cunningham. The 29-year old Indiana Fever guard, Missouri native, and Amazonian talent is apparently the last woman standing willing to state the obvious.
She’s not just the right messenger; she’s the perfect one.
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This is who she’s always been. Growing up in Columbia, Missouri, Cunningham was clocking opposing players in rec-league before she hit double digits, avenging her older sister Lindsey the minute someone dared to even look at her funny. “If you let people walk all over you, they’re going to,” she says. “It’s just in my blood. You’re not gonna mess with my people.”
I like her. As an older sister, I can attest that claws don’t come out quicker than when your baby sissy gets hurt.
She carried that maternal instinct through four years at Mizzou, dragging a program that hadn’t sniffed the NCAA Tournament in nearly a decade back into it, four years running, and picked up a reputation for being seriously spunky along the way. South Carolina fans wanted her dead, literally. “Which is fine,” she said. Because like grandma, like mother, like daughter, she has thick skin.
She doesn’t care if she pisses people off.
This instinct came in handy last year when Jacy Sheldon poked Caitlin Clark in the eye, and Cunningham responded by putting Sheldon in a headlock on national television. She went viral for defending the only female WNBA player most people could name. Then did it again with a 22-second finger <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BlackIndyLIVE/videos/one-of-the-funniest-moments-in-sports-right-now-didnt-come-from-a-game-winning-s/3180318988844573/">point</a> and glare at DeWanna Bonner that turned into one of the biggest sports memes of the year.
It was glorious. The kind of silent fury I know intimately, the same look I give my sisters the second one of my tops goes missing off the hanger. No words, just accusation, thick enough to choke on. (We go from lovers to fighters real fast.)
One finger, twenty-two seconds, and an entire arena understood exactly what she meant. She never said a word. She didn&#8217;t have to. The point said it for her: touch my girl again and see what happens.
Clark has spent a season and a half getting hunted by bloodthirsty opponents while the league’s officiating crew developed a sudden case of Helen Keller the minute the star was fouled. Cunningham noticed, and Cunningham cared. So she did something about it. Now the same protective instinct that got Sheldon a headlock and Bonner a very long staredown has widened its aperture. She’s now going to bat for young girls and female athletes, and it means everything.
This woman became ubiquitous almost overnight. A woman who was a solid but unspectacular role player for six seasons in Phoenix is now an Adidas athlete with her own signature shoe dropping tomorrow, a Ring spokeswoman, a UFC ring girl, and reportedly one of the highest-earning names in the league that, until last year, most Americans couldn’t have named two players from. Her Google search numbers spiked 800% after the Sheldon situation. Her TikTok and Instagram followings are in the millions, and it happened because she was willing to be exactly, unapologetically herself in a landscape that has spent years punishing those who step out of line.
Which is what makes what she said in an ESPN profile, in the career sense, extremely dangerous. Telling the outlet that young girls in sports shouldn’t have to compete against biological men should be grounds for applause. Instead, it’s a liability.
But thankfully, she’s <a href="https://x.com/RomeovilleKid/status/2080069445364433144/video/1">doubling down. 
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“I said what I said,” she told reporters before Wednesday’s game against Connecticut. “I think it&#8217;s kind of common sense. I think it&#8217;s really important to protect children, and that&#8217;s little girls who are also involved in that category. I stand on what I said.&#8221;
Bingo. Give her the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Because that was brave.
Honestly, she has more to lose than almost anyone in the league right now: the shoe deal, the brand partnerships, the goodwill of a locker room culture, her spot on the team. She’s risking all of it for a sentence most Americans agree with, but almost no professional athlete will say.
The WNBA, meanwhile, has spent two years alternately ignoring and resenting the two players filling its arenas. It resents Clark for being too good and too popular. Now it gets to resent Cunningham for being too honest. Quite the business decision, icing out the only two names we know!
(It’s not personal. We didn’t know a single U.S. Men’s soccer player before the World Cup, either.)
What Sophie Cunningham is saying is correct. It should not be controversial. But women across the country are glad someone with as much to lose as she does is saying it regardless. Because for some reason, the liberal overlords and woke warriors would sacrifice safety and fairness for mental illness inclusion every time, if unchecked.
If we don&#8217;t stick up for each other, no one will. And Cunningham&#8217;s whole life has been proof that she doesn&#8217;t wait around for permission to protect her people. She didn&#8217;t wait for Sheldon. She didn&#8217;t wait for Bonner. She&#8217;s not going to wait for a press release from the league office, either.
Eat it, WNBA. Or you will go back to being just as unpopular as the World Cup before June.

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