BREAKING: Americans cheer as Trump's name is removed from the Kennedy Center! Today is a BEAUTIFUL day... The takedown is a result of a decision by U.S. District Judge Christopher Cooper, who ruled that the center's board had no authority to slap their cult leader's name on the building because federal law “makes crystal clear” that the center is named after John F. Kennedy and nobody else. Bye bye Donnie! Please like and share the goods news!

I know this is beside the point, but I have a profound, visceral hatred of anyone or anything that abuses animals, kills them for trophies, or uses them as props. There is no clearer indicator of someone's values than how they treat animals. Parading an elephant through this room is such an apt reflection of today's Texas GOP.

"This was filmed last Wednesday afternoon at Riverside Veterinary Clinic in Indianapolis, Indiana. The officer is Sergeant Paul Greer. He's 41 years old. Fourteen-year veteran of the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department. The dog is Bruno. A ten-year-old German Shepherd who served eight years as Paul's K9 partner before a joint condition ended his working career two years ago. When Bruno retired from active duty, Paul adopted him immediately. Brought him home. Bruno spent his retirement on Paul's couch, on Paul's bed, in the passenger seat of Paul's personal truck. The transition from working partner to household companion was seamless. Bruno had always been Paul's dog. The badge and the vest were just part of the job. Over the past several months, Bruno's condition had declined steadily. The joint condition spread. He had difficulty getting up. Stopped eating regularly. Paul had been managing Bruno's comfort with guidance from Dr. Angela Reese at Riverside for months. Last Tuesday evening, Bruno stopped getting up entirely. Paul called Dr. Reese that night. Wednesday afternoon, Paul drove Bruno to Riverside. He carried Bruno in from the truck himself. Wouldn't let the techs take him. Paul's partner, Officer Dana Choi, came with him. She filmed quietly on her phone from the corner of the room. She told us afterward that she asked Paul's permission before she started recording. He nodded. Paul sat on the exam table with Bruno cradled across his lap and chest. Bruno's head rested against Paul's shoulder. His eyes were half-open. His breathing was slow and easy. Paul bowed his head and pressed his face into Bruno's fur. Bruno lay still for a long moment. Then slowly — carefully — he raised both front paws. One at a time. And wrapped them around Paul's shoulders. And held on. Paul made a sound that Dana said she will never forget. Dr. Reese, who was standing nearby preparing, went completely still. Her assistant took a step back. Nobody moved. Dana told us: 'Bruno could barely lift his head that morning. But he lifted his paws and he held Paul. In that moment, with everything he had left, he held him. I think he was saying thank you. I think he was saying goodb"

Can’t stop thinking about how Wall Street is celebrating Elon Musk becoming the world’s first trillionaire, while he single handedly eliminated humanitarian aid that will lead to the needless deaths of 4.5 million of the poorest children in the world in the next 4 years.

Hey Fuckface, I fixed your Truth Social post.

I believe the women!!!!

We all know. You have your little cuck boy far too compromised with Epstein to ever stand up to you, let alone for America. You are evil personified.

I went to the shelter looking for one old cat. Two untouched food bowls changed my mind. At the end of a row of cages sat two senior cats pressed tightly together. An orange cat named Otis. A gray cat named Milo. Neither touched their food. Neither seemed interested in the people walking by. They only seemed interested in each other. I had come with a plan. My children were grown. My husband had been gone for years. The house was quiet. Too quiet. I didn’t want a kitten. I wanted one older cat. Someone who understood long naps, sunny windows, and peaceful afternoons. Then the shelter worker stopped in front of Otis and Milo. “They lost their person,” she said. I nodded. Then she told me the rest. After their owner died, the cats spent days sitting outside the locked front door waiting for someone who was never coming home. A neighbor left food. Otis would eat a little and then step aside for Milo. Milo wouldn’t eat unless Otis sat beside him. When rescuers arrived, Milo hid under the porch. Otis stayed in the yard and made one small sound. Milo came out immediately. That detail broke my heart. Not because it was dramatic. Because it was simple. Two frightened old cats had lost everything. And somehow they still found comfort in each other. The shelter tried finding them homes. Families wanted one cat. Not two. Some thought they were too old. Others thought Milo seemed too withdrawn. One family wanted only Otis. The shelter tried separating them once. Just once. Otis stopped eating. Milo sat facing a wall for hours. They never tried again. I kept reminding myself: One cat. One bed. One food bowl. One set of vet bills. One small companion. That was the plan. Then Otis slowly stood. His legs were stiff. His fur was thin. He didn’t try to impress me. He simply stepped in front of Milo. Like a tired older brother protecting the only family he had left. Milo finally looked up. The shelter worker opened the cage. I sat on the floor. Otis approached first. Careful. Suspicious. Then Milo leaned forward. Just a little. And rested his chin on my hand. Not a purr. Not a cuddle. Just a tiny act of trust. As if he were asking: “Are we allowed to stay together this time?” That was it. I was done. I looked at the shelter worker and said: “I think I’m going to need two cat beds.” She immediately turned away so I wouldn’t see her cry. The ride home was quiet. At one stoplight, I glanced in the rearview mirror. Otis had his chin resting on Milo’s head. For the first time, neither looked afraid. At home, I put down two bowls. This time, they ate. Side by side. That night I found them sleeping together beside the living room window. Otis had one paw draped across Milo’s back. Milo was tucked against his chest. Neither looked like they were waiting anymore. I can’t replace the person they lost. Some loves leave spaces nobody else is meant to fill. But maybe love doesn’t have to replace what came before. Maybe it just sits quietly beside it. Otis and Milo didn’t need a perfect home. They only needed the same home. And somehow, in giving that to them, they gave something back to me. I went looking for one old cat. Instead, two old cats made my house feel like home again. Via Born Legend

Od dzisiaj kangur jest moim ulubionym zwierzatkiem

New York Times investigative journalists Jonathan Swan and Maggie Haberman are this generation's Woodward and Bernstein. This story is Trump's Watergate and it's about to EXPLODE: Vice President JD Vance, White House Chief of Staff Susie Wiles, former Attorney General Pam Bondi, Deputy Attorney General Todd Blanche, White House Counsel David Warrington, FBI Director Kash Patel, Deputy FBI Director Dan Bongino, White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt, and former Deputy Chief of Staff Taylor Budowich converted the hallowed Situation Room — America's nerve center for real threats and decisive action — into a pedophile protection racket, where top officials huddled to cover-up the Epstein files scandal and protect a president who used to rape children for fun.

New Yorker exposé of Andrew Tate is even more horrifying than what we already knew. According to it, he raped and beat a 15-year old girl and bought her off with teddy bears. Tate was promoted by Tucker Carlson, Don Trump Jr., and Musk suggested he should be UK prime minister