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GDP growth crushes economists' expectations! 📈 🇺🇸
President Trump has garnered more investment in our country than any President in history — and the results are showing.
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Trump flames a protestor: “That guys probably 45, 50 years old, they give him $250… and now he goes home, and his boyfriend gets upset with him.”
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🚨 Message to the West. 🚨
Shaun Maguire from Sequoia says we have 5 years to destroy communism. And he is right.
The tutorial :
And most people still don't understand what that means. They think communism died with the Berlin Wall. It didn't. It just changed clothes.
It stopped wearing military uniforms and started wearing lanyards. It left the Kremlin and moved into faculty lounges, newsrooms, courtrooms, ministries, film festivals, HR departments and NGOs. It went into the institutions like a virus: quietly, cell by cell, until the host started defending it as if it were its own body.
Look around. Schools, justice, media, culture, sport. Almost every institution that shapes how a citizen thinks now runs on the same ideology.
And that ideology cannot work. Ever.
Not because its people are evil. Because it's built on a lie about human nature. It believes wealth already exists and only needs to be redistributed. It believes intentions matter more than results. It believes a committee knows better than millions of free people making their own choices. Every time it was tried at scale, the outcome was the same. Shortages. Lines. Exodus. Walls built to keep people in, not out.
So it learned to never run anything directly. It lives in places where it never has to face the consequences. Supranational bodies that answer to no voter. Global summits where unelected people decide how you should live, eat, travel and think. The Socialist International. An endless galaxy of NGOs funded by your taxes to lobby against you.
And yes, a lot of billionaires are on that side. Why? Incentives. Once you're rich enough, the most valuable asset left is moral status. Fund the right causes, sit on the right panels, say the right words, and you get a lifetime pass. Nobody ever asks if your ideas actually worked.
Bill Gates is the perfect example. Built one great company 40 years ago, then spent the rest of his life telling the planet how to farm, how to eat, how to heal, how to fix the climate. Billions spent, decades of lectures, and the man keeps getting it wrong while being applauded for it. In the only game that counts now, building the future, he's a loser. A rich one. But a loser.
Here's the good news. Their system runs on inertia and public money. Both are running out.
So here's what rational people with common sense are going to have to do.
First. Retake the institutions. All of them. Justice, culture, education, sport, media. The same way they were taken: patiently, one trench at a time. Run for the school board. Apply to the magistrature. Join the federation. Buy the media outlet. Sit on the committee nobody wants to sit on. That's where power lives.
Second. Rebuild real journalism. Media that report what happened, not what should have happened. Reporters who know what a payroll is. Outlets funded by readers, not by the State they're supposed to watch. X already broke the monopoly. Now we need the newsrooms to follow.
Third. Retell history. History is written by the winners, and in our schools, universities and cultural institutions, the winners were the left. They told the story they wanted. Whole chapters erased, whole regimes softened, whole generations taught that the free market was the villain. We need documentaries, books, films, podcasts. Tell the real story of communism. Tell the story of how nations actually got rich. Tell the story of the people who built everything we now take for granted.
You don't need to be a billionaire to take part. You need to show up. Write. Film. Teach. Build a company. Hire people. Explain to one kid how wealth is created. Every trench counts.
Gramsci's heirs took 60 years to win the West.
We have 5.
Let's go.
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The most chilling part isn’t the threats or the doxxing; it’s the doomsday prophecy that cutting USAID means the end of the world unless the right people stay in charge forever.
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🚨 A message to all French people 🚨
In the months ahead, you're going to see more and more propaganda about Elon Musk.
Send this to your loved ones. Not tomorrow. Now.
Elon Musk is dismantling, on a global scale, the oldest political lie of the century: the idea that only the State, intermediaries, and credentialed media have the right to say what is true, what is possible, and what is moral.
This lie has a familiar name. We call it socialism when it talks about justice. We call it "consensus" when it talks about science. We call it "protection" when it talks about speech. In all cases, the mechanism is the same: a caste positions itself between people and reality, then sells that position as a public service.
Musk is breaking it.
He has proven that you can launch rockets without Gosplan. Build cars without Detroit's blessing. Connect a village, a frontline, or a hospital from orbit, without asking permission from a ministry. He bought the public square and tore the monopoly away from those who decided who had the right to speak.
That's why the mainstream media, like a beast in its death throes, will try everything.
Not because they've uncovered a secret. Because the man slips through all their levers. You can't buy him with ad revenue. You can't rein him in with a news cycle. You can't quietly unplug him. At this level of power, he's probably the cleanest man in the world: he's put his own fortune on the line, he doesn't need their permission, and he didn't build his position by capturing the State.
They'll call him a Nazi. They'll call him crazy. They'll call him a danger to democracy. They'll trot out the same clip, the same historian from the right side, the same moral indecency.
This isn't information. It's a survival reflex.
The French need to know this before the wave hits.
Elon Musk isn't fighting for a party. He's fighting so that the people can face the machine head-on, build without asking forgiveness, and stop handing over their thinking to those who live off fear and narrative.
The truth is simple.
A builder who opens the game does more for people than a newsroom that recycles slander.
Pass this on. The months ahead will be noisy. The signal, though, won't change.
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Hey @grok, make me a chart showing how many jobs Republican billionaire Elon Musk's companies have created in America versus how many Democratic socialist billionaire George Soros's companies have created in America!
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NEW THIS MORNING
Calls are growing for Democrat Sen. Elissa Slotkin to RESIGN after appearing to intimidate young conservatives against participating in any means with the Trump Administration:
"I want young people to be like, lord, that may buy myself a ton of problems I don't want, so let me avoid participating. I want deterrence."
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🚨 UPDATE: Sen. Elissa Slotkin (D-MI) is facing calls to resign after she publicly called for the persecution of Trump allies to intimidate young conservatives against participating
WHAT A DEEP STATE CROOK!
She dreams of it: "I want young people to be like, lord, that may buy myself a ton of problems I don't want, so let me avoid participating. I want deterrence."
She's not talking about anyone accused of a crime. She's talking about kids fresh out of college deciding whether to take a job in a lawfully elected administration
Her plan is "signature cases" against "the people who enabled him," because, in her words, they "have no immunity the way the president does"
She wants teenagers to be scared of tyrants like her!
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One of my favs that has been floating around for a while
"Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?"
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, "Did... did you.... find him?"
"Yes dear," Susie said smiling sadly, "He was in the attic."
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
"I washed him for you," Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
"Thank you, Susie." Calvin said.
A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
"Dear," Calvin said finally. "Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him."
"All right," Susie said. "I'll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I'll be back soon."
Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," he said.
"And I love you," said Susie.
Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.
Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. "Hello Hobbes. It's been a long time hasn't it old pal?"
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. "It sure has, Calvin." said Hobbes.
"You... haven't changed a bit." Calvin smiled.
"You've changed a lot." Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, "Really? I haven't noticed at all."
There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
"So... you married Susie Derkins." Hobbes said, finally smiling. "I knew you always like her."
"Shut up!" Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
"Tell me everything I missed. I'd love to hear what you've been up to!" Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.
"You know... I visited you in the attic a bunch of times." Calvin said.
"I know."
"But I couldn't see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal." Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.
"You grew up old buddy." said Hobbes.
Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn't grow up and that we'd be together forever!!"
Hobbes stroke the Calvin's hair, or what little was left of it. "But you didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"We were always together... in our dreams."
"We were?"
"We were."
"Hobbes?"
"Yeah, old buddy?"
"I'm so glad I got to see you like this... one last time..."
"Me too, Calvin. Me too."
"Sweetheart?" Susie voice came from outside the door.
"Yes dear?" Calvin replied.
"Can I come in?" Susie asked.
"Just a minute."
Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. "Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks... for everything..."
"No, thank you Calvin." Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, "You can come in now."
Susie came in and said, "Look who's come to visit you."
Calvin's children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin's room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. "Grandpa!!" screamed the child in delight.
"Francis!" cried Calvin's daughter, "Be gentle with your grandfather."
Calvin's daughter turned to her dad. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories."
Calvin laughed and said, "Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age."
Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, "Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up."
Calvin's beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, "Francis. Come here for a second."
Francis came over to his grandfather's side, "What is it Gramps?"
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. "This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him."
"He's just a stuffed tiger." Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, "Well, let me tell you a secret."
Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, "If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger."
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, "Not only that he will be your best friend forever."
"Wow! Thanks grandpa!" Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.
"Francis! We need to go now!" Calvin's daughter called.
"Okay!" Francis shouted back.
"Take good care of him." Calvin said.
"I will." Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. "I'll take care of him, Calvin..."
Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face
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The silver lining of dealing with injuries as early in the season as the #Rams have:
WR Konata Mumpfield stepped up in week 3, he’s started to get more targets
TE Tyler Higbee has had to step up more in 11 personnel and is showing why the Rams re-signed him
Guys like OLB Wesley Bailey are getting way more playing time than they ever would have
CB Josh Wallace has had to step up in a pivotal role without Jaylen Watson and because of his very high level play, Chris Shula didn’t have to abandon man coverage in week 4
Bottom line is the next men up have been given an increased workload and its going to make this a stronger football team moving forward.
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WOW. Weingart Center, a shady homeless nonprofit under federal investigation was allegedly donating to a PAC that is bankrolling Karen Bass...and the guy running the PAC is also the CEO of the nonprofit? This is illegal.
Nithya Raman directed MILLIONS to Weingart in no-bid deals as chair of the Homelessness and Housing Committee. This is the same NPO that was caught up in the Shelby House scandal, where a middleman bought the property for $11.2M and then immediately flipped it for $27.3M in taxpayer money from city hall. thecurrentreport.com/exclusi…
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EXCLUSIVE: California has created a shadow welfare system for illegal aliens. Free housing, cash, healthcare, food, phones, college tuition, even car insurance—costing taxpayers more than $10 billion per year.
We went inside the system and exposed it all.
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Follow along…
You work.
You are taxed.
Dems create fraudulent NGOs.
Government sends your money overseas to fraudulent NGO with USAID.
Fraudulent NGO sends it back to Dems through ActBlue.
Dems use your money to get elected and destroy America.
All of DC knew.
Simple.
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Mao – The Bloodiest Idiot Who Ever Lived
Between 45 and 80 million dead. Not in war. Not in camps, mostly. In peacetime, in a country at peace with itself, killed by a series of decisions so stupid that a competent farmer could have refuted every one of them in an afternoon. This is what happens when a warlord with no education in anything runs a billion people – and is applauded from Paris while he does it.
1. The sparrows. In 1958 he decided the birds were eating the grain. So the entire country was mobilized to kill them: villagers banging pots and drums for days so the sparrows could not land, until they dropped dead from exhaustion. Hundreds of millions killed. Then came the locusts, which the sparrows had been eating. The harvest was devoured. The country had to import sparrows from the Soviet Union. A single conversation with an ornithologist – or a farmer – would have prevented it. There was no such conversation, because by then nobody told Mao anything he had not already decided.
2. The backyard furnaces. He wanted to overtake British steel production, so ordinary people were ordered to smelt steel in their yards. Millions of households melted down their own pots, tools, door handles and farm implements in mud furnaces, burning their furniture and their doors for fuel. What came out was unusable pig iron, immediately discarded. They had destroyed working tools to produce slag. And they had done it during harvest season, so the crops rotted in the fields while the peasantry played at metallurgy.
3. The planting theories. Close planting: crowd the seeds together, because plants of the same class do not compete. Deep ploughing: turn the soil to two metres, because deeper roots mean bigger yields. Both were nonsense, both were imposed nationwide on the authority of a man who had never farmed, and both destroyed the harvest wherever they were applied. The agronomists who knew better had learned what happened to agronomists who knew better.
4. Then the lie ate the country. Local officials, facing quotas and terror, reported harvests that did not exist. The state requisitioned grain proportional to the fake numbers. So the villages that had reported the biggest imaginary surpluses had the most real grain taken away. People starved beside empty granaries while China exported food to prove the Leap was working. This is the systemic lie in its purest form: a country that had made truth a crime, then starved on the arithmetic.
5. Between 45 and 80 million dead. The range is that wide because nobody counted – counting would have been a political act. And when Mao was informed, at the Lushan conference in 1959, that the policy was killing people, the man who told him was denounced and purged, and the campaign was intensified. There is no version of this where he did not know. There is only a version where knowing did not matter.
6. Then he did it again to the mind. The Cultural Revolution: students beating teachers, children denouncing parents, temples and libraries and instruments burned, a decade spent severing a four-thousand-year-old civilization from its own memory. Not a side effect – the objective. Destroy the transmission and the new man appears. The new man did not appear. Only the wreckage did.
7. And all the while, Paris applauded. The French intelligentsia – professors, editors, philosophers, entire journals – declared Maoism the future, made the Little Red Book fashionable, and treated any report of the famine as reactionary propaganda. They were not deceived; the reports were available. They simply preferred the theory to the peasants. Sartre and his circle backed the Cultural Revolution while it was burning the libraries. They paid nothing. They were never asked to.
The lesson is not that Mao was evil, though he was. It is that he was stupid – and that stupidity at the top is only lethal when nothing below can correct it. Kill the price signal, kill the free press, kill the expert who contradicts you, and there is no mechanism left to stop a bad idea about sparrows before it becomes forty-five million funerals.
Every system that abolishes correction eventually kills at the scale of its own ignorance. Mao’s ignorance was enormous, and so was his population.
And his portrait still hangs over Tiananmen Square.
Pol Pot – What Happens When a True Believer Takes Power.
He learned it in Paris. And he thought it was for real – not just the moral posturing of irresponsible French intellectuals in their Parisian cafés.
That was the difference. And the difference was two million dead.
Most communist leaders were opportunists. They used the ideology to seize power, and once they had it, the ideology bent to serve the power. Stalin was a gangster with a philosophy. Mao was a warlord with a manifesto. They killed millions – but in the service of control, not conviction.
Pol Pot was a true believer. And that made him the most dangerous kind.
In the early 1950s, as a scholarship student in Paris, he encountered the French Communist Party, the Marxist study circles, the cafés of the Latin Quarter where the ideas circulated among students who would never face the consequences of taking them seriously. The French intellectuals produced these ideas from comfortable apartments – moral posturing, civilizational performance, the gesture of opposition without the risk of implementation. They never intended it to be taken literally.
Pol Pot took it literally.
He returned to Cambodia with the complete theory in his head and the absolute conviction that it was correct. And when he took power in April 1975, he did not wait. Within days – within days – he ordered the complete evacuation of Phnom Penh. Two million people expelled from the capital on foot, at gunpoint, regardless of age or condition. Hospitals emptied. Patients wheeled out on their beds into the street. Because the city was the problem – the center of capitalism, corruption, bourgeois contamination. An honest communist works in the fields. So everyone would work in the fields.
Then he abolished money. Completely. Overnight. The most total implementation of Marxist economics ever attempted – no currency, no markets, no private property, no trade. The economy would be organized by the Angkar – the Organization, which knew what people needed and would provide it. This is what the theory says. He did what it said.
Year Zero. The past abolished. The educated eliminated – they carried the old consciousness in their heads. The family destroyed – it created loyalties that competed with the collective. Glasses confiscated – wearing them suggested literacy, which suggested education, which suggested bourgeois contamination. The killing fields were not a deviation from the theory. They were its conclusion, applied by a man who had read the texts carefully and believed them completely.
Between 1975 and 1979, approximately two million Cambodians died – a quarter of the entire population. Executed, starved, worked to death.
The French intellectuals who produced the ideas that formed him were never held responsible. Sartre continued to write. The cafés continued to operate. In the universities of Paris and Berkeley and Columbia, professors explained that Cambodia was a deviation, an excess, a misapplication.
It was not a deviation. It was the experiment. The answer to the question: what happens when you take the theory seriously and have the power to implement it without constraint?
The intellectuals who taught him went home for dinner. He went home to Cambodia.
That is the difference between posturing and belief. And it is why ideas have consequences – especially the ones that are never meant to be taken seriously.
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In order to do this, both of these hosts and shows had to coordinate and collude with the Talarico campaign, which should actually be a scandal inside these networks.
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Watching white woman attack a black man for standing tall after rioting and anointing a black man with a sordid criminal history a “saint” just because he was killed by the police is PEAK SOGGY.
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After September 11, more than a million tons of the World Trade Center was loaded onto barges and shipped to a garbage dump on Staten Island.
Then hundreds of men and women stood at conveyor belts for ten months and picked through every ounce of it by hand.
They were looking for people.
The place is called Fresh Kills. For fifty years it was the largest landfill in the world. It took its last barge of household trash on March 22, 2001, and shut down for good. New York was finally done with it.
Five and a half months later, at two o'clock in the morning on September 12, the landfill's director got a phone call at home. He had just walked in the door.
Two trucks were at the gate. They were carrying pieces of the World Trade Center.
He drove back.
The man who ran the dump would later say, without any drama, that if Fresh Kills had not been closed, this could never have happened. There would have been no room. The garbage would have been in the way.
The site was empty. So that is where the towers went.
Here is how it worked.
At Ground Zero, cranes and grapplers lifted the debris into dump trucks. The trucks drove to a pier on the Hudson. There, the load went onto barges, six hundred tons at a time. The barges were towed down the harbor, past the Statue of Liberty, to Staten Island. More than fifteen hundred barges made the trip.
At Fresh Kills, sanitation workers unloaded them onto a hill.
And then the sorting began.
The debris was mechanically screened into three sizes. Chunks bigger than eight inches. Two to eight inches. A quarter inch to two inches. Anything smaller than a quarter of an inch, the size of a fingernail, fell through the last sieve.
Everything above that size went onto a conveyor belt.
And along the belts stood the detectives.
NYPD. FBI. Port Authority police. Medical examiners. Dressed head to toe in white Tyvek suits, in masks, in gloves, on a hill that stank of jet fuel and pulverized concrete and things nobody wanted to name. Looking down at the belt, hour after hour, as the towers rolled past them a fist-sized chunk at a time.
When they saw something, they reached in and took it, and placed it in a white bucket at their feet.
A wedding ring. A photo ID. A set of keys. A shoe.
A piece of a person.
The white buckets went to a tent that served as a morgue.
The volume was beyond comprehension. In mid-September the operation was processing 1,750 tons of debris a day. By mid-October, 17,500 tons a day. Ten times more. Round the clock. The 200-acre hill was declared a federal crime scene and stayed one for ten months.
A retired NYPD detective later wrote down what a shift looked like, because almost nobody outside knew it existed.
You wake at 3 a.m. You get a giant coffee. You drive two hours in the dark from Orange County, through New Jersey, to Staten Island. You park at the bottom of a hill that looks like the end of the world. You put on the white suit. You go to your belt. You stand there. You look.
Then you drive two hours home and do it again tomorrow.
Sanitation workers pulled sixteen-hour shifts, seven days a week. One of them, a supervisor named Barry Asnes, said afterward what kept him there. We were attacked on our own soil, in the city where I was born. This was personal.
The operation did not stop for weather. It did not stop for Christmas. It ran until July 2002. Ten months.
By the end, the men and women on that hill had recovered thousands of human remains. Tens of thousands of personal effects. Wallets, badges, wedding bands, photographs, all cleaned and catalogued and returned to families who had nothing else to bury.
When they were finished, the remaining material was placed in a 48-acre section of the landfill, a mound two hundred and twenty-five feet high, and covered.
It is a park now.
Many of the men and women who stood on that hill have lung disease. Asthma. Cancer. PTSD. The air they were breathing, eight and ten and sixteen hours a day, was full of the towers. Some of them have died of it.
Almost nobody knows their names. Almost nobody knows the place.
Mention Fresh Kills and 9/11 in the same sentence, the retired detective wrote, and most people will have no idea what you are talking about.
Here is what you should know.
Two thousand seven hundred and fifty-three people were murdered in those towers. Only about six in ten have ever been identified.
Every one of those identifications came out of a white bucket.
Every wedding ring returned to a widow. Every badge returned to a firehouse. Every fragment of bone matched to a name and buried with a headstone instead of a question mark.
Somebody in a white suit, standing at a belt on a garbage dump at four in the morning, reached into the World Trade Center as it rolled past, and picked that person up, and put them in a bucket, and sent them home.
They did that for ten months.
Nobody applauded on the hill. There was nobody to watch.
They did it anyway. 🇺🇸
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You are so fucking gross. Get the hell out of my country inbred. @Ilhan
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25 years later and it still brings me to tears. A decision was made by media during that time not to show people choosing death by jumping, but we now must be reminded of the evil we are still fighting today. Watch and remember. Devastating.
The jumpers started at 8:46.
Networks had the tape. They hid Americans choosing the air over the fire.
Then they spent 25 years treating the word Islam like a crime. The footage was “too graphic.” The truth was forbidden.
This day is stamped in my heart forever...
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
Live broadcasts on 9/11 reported and showed people jumping from the WTC towers in real time. Networks later limited graphic replays out of sensitivity; the events were not hidden.
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