MAJOR BREAKING: In a now deleted post by former MMA fighter Daniel Cormier, he posted screenshots of Eric Trump trying to get an insider scoop on whether any of the MMA fights at the White House are rigged so that he could try and illegally make money off of them.. Below is the Direct Messages that Trump allegedly sent Cormier. There is no reason to doubt the legitimacy of these messages.

This is Oreo, it’s his 14th birthday which is about 90 years in dog years. Instead of slowing down he’s super excited showing everyone that he still got it as a senior 90 year old Dog… Pls wish him a happy birthday

Old enough to fight and die for your country Not old enough to send a tweet after dinner

She was 57 years old. White hair. No carefully managed image. No media training designed to make her more palatable. Just thirty years of accumulated knowledge and the calm, unhurried authority of a woman who had spent her life mastering her subject. She sat on a BBC panel, answered questions about immigration and politics, cited evidence, made arguments — and then went home. The next morning, her inbox looked like a crime scene. Her name is Mary Beard — Cambridge professor, classicist, one of the most respected scholars of ancient Rome and Western civilisation alive. And the internet had decided that a woman speaking with quiet authority on television needed to be punished for it. The messages were not criticism. They were not debate. They were rape threats. Death threats. Coordinated campaigns of personal destruction targeting her appearance, her age, her voice — anything that could be used to remind her that spaces like the one she had just occupied were not meant for her. Most people would have gone quiet. Mary Beard went further in. She did what scholars do when they find a pattern that disturbs them: she followed it backward. Through decades. Through centuries. Through millennia. All the way back to some of the oldest texts in Western civilisation. And she found it had always been there. In Homer's Odyssey — one of the foundational works of Western literature, nearly three thousand years old — there is a scene that most readers pass over without registering its quiet violence. Penelope comes downstairs and asks the poet to sing a different song. Her own son, Telemachus, cuts her off. He orders her back to her room and tells her plainly: speech is the business of men. She goes. Mary Beard read that scene and recognized it immediately. Not as ancient history. As a pattern. In ancient Rome, women who dared to speak in public were not described as orators or thinkers. They were described as noise — disorderly sound, something that did not deserve to be called language or argument. Their voices were not speech. Their thoughts were not thoughts. In the medieval world, women who claimed public authority were labeled as witches. Elizabeth I — Queen of England, ruler of a nation — had to rhetorically reshape herself into something masculine just to be taken seriously as the leader of her own country. The silencing of women who speak with authority was not invented by social media. It was not a modern pathology or a cultural accident. It was built deliberately, over centuries, into the very foundations of how Western civilisation defined who gets to speak, what authority sounds like, and who is allowed to take up space in public life. Mary Beard had found something important. In 2017, she published Women & Power: A Manifesto — short enough to read in an afternoon, substantial enough to reframe everything you thought you understood about why this keeps happening. Her argument was precise and devastating. The problem is not that women lack the ability to lead. The problem is that the model of leadership itself — the template for what public authority looks, sounds, and feels like — was built by men over centuries and has never been redesigned. When a woman enters public life and doesn't fit that template, she is not failing. The template was never built for her. It was built specifically to exclude her, and it has been doing exactly that, efficiently and continuously, for three thousand years. The solution, Beard argued, is not to teach women to perform power the way men have always performed it. The solution is to dismantle and rebuild the very concept of what power is allowed to look like. She kept teaching. She kept writing. She kept appearing on television — white-haired, unhurried, carrying her decades of authority without performing it, without packaging it for comfort, without apologizing for it. The threats continued. But other messages began arriving too. Letters from women and girls who had spent their entire lives feeling that every door was slightly too narrow, every table slightly too high, every room slightly reluctant to make space for them. Women who had spent years wondering what was wrong with them — why they couldn't quite fit, couldn't quite belong, couldn't quite be taken seriously no matter how much they knew or how hard they worked. They read the book and understood, perhaps for the first time, that nothing had ever been wrong with them. The room had been designed without them in mind. That is not a personal failing. That is a three-thousand-year-old architectural decision. And one Cambridge professor with white hair and a calm voice — who refused to go quiet when the internet told her to — spent her career documenting it, naming it, and handing that knowledge to everyone who needed to hear it. Telemachus told Penelope that speech was the business of men. He was wrong then. He is still wrong now. And Mary Beard has three thousand years of evidence to prove it. via The Inspireist #FeministFriday #HERstory

I’m just going to post this every few days rather than arguing with faceless, nameless trolls in the comments.

Sunday, June 14th, is President Obama appreciation day. ✨

I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.

The hardware store closes at 6PM.. It's 5:58 when a kid walks in. The kid can't be more than sixteen. Soaking wet and shaking from the rain... "We're closing." Tom says. "Please. I just need a lock. For a door." Something in the kid's voice. Terror. Desperation. "What kind of lock?" "I don't know. Just one that keeps people out." The kid's got a black eye. Fresh. The kind that's still swelling. Tom doesn't ask. Just walks to aisle seven. Shows him the locks. The kid reaches for the cheapest one, $8.99. "That one's garbage," Tom says, "Won't stop anyone determined." He hands him a deadbolt. Heavy duty. $34.99. The kid's face crumbles. "I only have twelve dollars." They stand there. Store empty except for them. Tom takes the deadbolt to the register. Rings it up. "Twelve dollars." "But," "Sale price. Today only." The kid knows there's no sale. Knows this old man is lying. Tries not to cry and fails. Tom bags it. Adds a screwdriver. Free. "You know how to install it?" The kid shakes his head... They drive in Tom's truck. Don't talk. The kid directs him to a rundown duplex on the east side.   Upstairs apartment. Door frame cracked. Old lock broken, hanging loose. Tom installs the deadbolt. Takes him fifteen minutes. Tests it. Solid. Hands the kid both keys. "Someone tries to get in, you call 911. You hear me?" The kid nods. Tom's halfway to his truck when he hears it, "Why?" He turns around. The kid's standing in the doorway, backlit, holding those keys like they're made of gold. "Why did you help me?" Tom thinks about his own son. Twenty years ago. Different city. Same desperate eyes. Didn't make it. "Because you asked," Tom says simply. He drives home. Doesn't tell his wife. Doesn't think much about it. Three weeks pass. A woman comes into the store. Tired eyes but smiling. "Are you Tom?" "Yes, Ma'am." "My son told me about you. The lock you sold him." She's crying now. "His father, my ex-husband, he's not a good man. That lock kept us safe until I could get the restraining order. Until we could breathe." She hands Tom an envelope. "It's not much. But it's the thirty dollars we owed you, plus a little more." Tom tries to refuse. She won't let him. "You didn't just sell him a lock," she says. "You saw him. You saw us. When we were invisible." After she leaves, Tom opens the envelope. Sixty dollars. And a note from the kid: "Installed three more locks for neighbors who needed them. Taught myself how... "Going to trade school next year. Maybe I'll work in a hardware store someday. Be someone like you. -Marcus" Tom's manager notices him crying by the register. "You okay?" "Yeah," Tom says. "Just... yeah." That night, Tom stayed two minutes past closing. Then five. Then ten. In case someone walks in at 5:58PM. Soaking wet. Desperate. Needing more than just a lock. Tom learned something. The last customer of the day may be the most important one we ever serve.

Seven hours. All children.

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Keep talking about the Epstein File

She would not have bombed Iran. She would not have illegally attacked Venezuela. She would not have destroyed the economy. She would not have pardoned criminals, drug traffickers, and traitors. She would not have supported Putin's Russia. She would not have slept in the Oval Office. She would not have an affected hand. She would not have cut the SNAP program. She would not have used the DOJ to attack her political enemies. She would not have given money to foreign countries. She would not have abandoned American farmers. She would not have prevented the release of the Epstein files. She would not have destroyed American democracy. She would not have trampled on the Constitution. She would not have abandoned the fundamental rights of citizens. She would not have deployed American soldiers against the American people. She would not have destroyed the White House. She would not have enriched her family through government influence. She would not have lied about her health records. She would not have played golf. She wouldn't have asked people to cheat in future elections. She wouldn't have said "Quiet piggy" to a female journalist. She wouldn't have invited Putin to Alaska. She wouldn't have appointed an administration of incompetents. She wouldn't have done everything Trump did.

Last night my friend @MaxwellFrostFL showed me Donald Trump’s Truth Social posting urging MAGA to expel me from Congress. Apparently Trump doesn’t appreciate our fight against his $1.776 billion slush fund or his outrageous attack against the Southern Poverty Law Center. Sorry, Mr. President, I’m not going anywhere but back to the front lines of the fight against corruption and authoritarianism.

Congrats Nebraska! Now you live in a Great America!

That’s what you voted for Nebraska! #FAFO

🚨 Trump tried to imprison 6 Democratic Senators for making a video that was critical of him. He just lost every single case.

Dear Republicans……

Never underestimate the power of millions of ordinary people choosing decency every single day