The decision to lose elections until the party is completely remade in the image of Bernie Sanders is going to have negative consequences for the country and world for decades to come.

“Michelle Obama is a man” shouted on the White House lawn in a ring sponsored by Bud Light only available on Larry Ellison’s Paramount Plus. What a way to celebrate America 250 and the twilight of liberal democracy.

Israel's recognition of Somaliland, like its support for Kurdish movements in Iraq and elsewhere, puts up alarm signals in all capitals in the region, showing it as a unilateralist, irresponsible actor which will advocate secessionism.

Join me in once again calling for the resignation of @TheLancet editor Richard Horton. Publishing a petition calling for the boycott of the Israeli Medical Association is an absolute disgrace. Medicine should bring physicians together in service of patients, not weaponize professional organizations for political campaigns. Just as it failed the public on the #COVID19 origins debate, The Lancet is again positioning itself as a political actor rather than a medical journal.

WTF!!!!! Trump is f-cking using Honor Guards at a UFC event on the Lincoln Memorial. No this is NOT ok. Don’t you dare call yourself a “patriot” while supporting this crap.

To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis: Show us your laptop. Show us your iCloud. Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation. You won’t. You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out. That is not who we are. My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count. For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame. I no longer believe that. Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us. And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts. That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena. Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next. Life does not determine our character. It reveals it. Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next? We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day. So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop. You won’t. The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing. That is the only definition that matters.

Hegseth removed Chappie James's portrait from the Air Force Art Gallery and left the wall empty. James flew 179 combat missions across two wars. First Black four-star general in US military history. Curry passed that portrait every day for a decade. When it came down, he retired. The wall is still empty.

On this Thanksgiving, November 27, 2025, I want to express my profound gratitude to @JoeBiden for the Violence Against Women Act (1994) and his continued work to help women escape domestic violence. I am a victim of domestic violence. When one becomes a victim of the person who is supposed to care for them, one is launched into what seems like a cruel, fractured world, devoid of hope. What follows is the story of how I found my way back to hope—through the work Joe Biden and other advocates built for women like me. Earlier this year, I was lying on the floor of a jail cell, shivering. I had called the police for help escaping domestic violence. I had been arrested instead. Jail is cold; too cold. My tailbone was bruised from being thrown to the ground, and the pain made it hard to move. I was curled in a fetal position, my head, my legs, my arms, all of my body, curled inside of a jail t-shirt that had been provided to me. Around me sat other women; some of whom were also abuse victims. We were together for 20 hours. I could see their bruises forming, eyes swelling, as the hours dragged by. I am not alone in having experienced the trauma of being a criminalized survivor, as the 2022 update to the VAWA notes. So many authorities—including the police—who are meant to help us not only fail to do so, but often contribute to the harm. To be arrested in such a situation represents not just immediate harm, but binds victims more profoundly to those who harmed them in the first place. Perhaps the greater trauma, however, is the complete loss of truth. And with this loss of truth, even those of us who are committed "fighters" begin to lose sight of any possible notion we ourselves are worth fighting for. For a very long time, as I was on the floor of that jail cell, all I could think about was what my intimate partner had said to me while he had me pinned to the floor in our own home, five minutes before I called the police. "You're pathetic." "You're a loser." "Do you think you can fight me? Try it. You little scumbag." And, "If I wanted to punch you, you would be dead." All I could feel was profound terror and loss and darkness. Since its passage, the Violence Against Women Act has transformed the landscape for survivors: intimate partner violence against women declined 67% and intimate partner homicides decreased 26%. The Act funded over 1,500 domestic violence shelters, established the National Domestic Violence Hotline, and created legal assistance programs for survivors seeking protection orders. Critically, with regards to my own case, in 2022, Biden's DOJ issued updated guidance specifically addressing police misidentification of victims, instructing officers not to judge credibility by demeanor and warning that "when a victim of ongoing abuse is arrested for retaliating in self-defense... it leaves the victim vulnerable to further harm and less likely to call for police assistance in the future." I didn't even retaliate in self-defense. But I was judged as more erratic than my abuser; and therefore arrested. The simple act of knowing this guidance--created by the Biden administration--exists helps me in my own recovery. For me, a criminalized survivor, the DOJ guidance is one small step in a restoration of overall truth. Now I would like to express an even more visceral, fundamental gratitude to Joe Biden, the VAWA, and all those who fight for survivors: When I was in jail, one abused woman tried to help me figure out a way out of my own situation. In that moment, I had no hope. No hope of escape. No hope of a better life. I tried to reach into my own future and all I saw was darkness. I told her I had no income, knew no one, had nowhere to go. She said, "You could go to one of those shelters. They can set you up with food stamps, medical care, housing." And then I thought, "That's what the VAWA was created for." I thought of Joe Biden and all the work he had done to help women like me. I thought: "If he created it; I should use it." And then another memory came to me: February 2020. Joe Biden was at a CNN town hall in Charleston. Reverend Anthony Thompson—whose wife, Myra, had been killed in the 2015 Emanuel AME Church massacre—asked Biden about faith. Biden spoke about his grief over his son Beau: "I had just lost my son and I wanted some hope." And then: "My son, Beau, was my soul." He said he had to find purpose. And he quoted Kierkegaard: "Faith sees best in the dark." I looked up at the other victims in that jail cell. Maybe helping women like them—women like me—could be my purpose. Just as it had been part of Joe Biden's purpose. I have rarely been engulfed in such darkness as I was on the floor of that jail. Abused by a man I loved. No escape. A future that was unseeable. But those two lines—"You have to have purpose" and "Faith sees best in the dark"—helped me reach forward into the unimaginable future, to grasp for something better. So I want to thank @JoeBiden and every other person who has decided to believe victims, to see the truth of what we go through, and to provide us with shelter and hope. Thank you for seeing us. Just being seen is one of the greatest gifts a human being can receive. To simply be seen: This is faith in the darkness. Thank you, Joe Biden, and Happy Thanksgiving to all.