Trump's Policies XI

67-year-old Karen Cooke Lewis arrested for scratching a Tesla Cybertruck with nails on a board in Collettsville, North Carolina.

The owner of the Cybertruck says he had no clue who Karen was.

"We had all the craziness with Teslas when Elon was part of Doge and all that stuff, but I thought we had kind of gotten past that and I'd kind of made it through unscathed," the owner said.Karen was arrested and charged with injury to personal property.

When will they realize that Teslas have cameras that are recording them?



lol.......

It's called "Rosie Mouth" and is exacerbated by chronic TDS.

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I have never celebrate the death of anyone. I may not mourn every death I hear about but I have never celebrated a single person’s death, even if I didn’t like the person.

I will celebrate Trump’s death. IMO, he is America’s’ Hitler and I will celebrate his death like people celebrated the death of Hitler all over the world. The most despicable, vile president this country has ever seen.
 
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Exclusive: Trump's approval hits new 36% low as fuel prices surge amid Iran war, Reuters/Ipsos poll finds​


WASHINGTON, March 24 (Reuters) - President Donald Trump's approval rating fell in recent days to its lowest point since he returned to the White House, hit ‌by a surge in fuel prices and widespread disapproval of the war he launched on Iran, a Reuters/Ipsos poll found.
The four-day poll, which closed on Monday, showed 36% of Americans approve of Trump's job performance, down from 40% in a Reuters/Ipsos poll conducted last week.
 

President Trump urged Republicans to stay in Washington through the upcoming Easter recess to push forward a voter ID bill, framing the effort as “for Jesus.”

I mean... I have to present a driver's license to vote in Alabama. No issue with that. But a bill carefully selected to disenfranchise up to or more than 21 million people over documents that are difficult to access or haven't been updated after a marriage... Too much.
 

They stand there at the edge of the burning house, arms folded, nodding thoughtfully at the flame

“Interesting,” they murmur. “Very interesting. Fire is such a polarizing phenomenon.”

Inside, the furniture is ablaze, the wiring is sparking, and someone is actively pouring gasoline down the staircase. But our fence-sitter—our enlightened centrist, our self-certified libertarian monk of detachment—has a more pressing concern: tone.

“Now, I’m not saying the arsonist is good,” they clarify, adjusting their moral monocle. “But the people shouting ‘Fire!’ are being awfully shrill about it.”

They do not mention the arsonist by name—say, Donald Trump—because naming things is so tribal. They prefer gestures, vague shapes, a kind of interpretive dance of accountability. “Mistakes were made,” they sigh, as if the flames filed their own permits.

And what a cast of characters to ponder with infinite, paralyzing nuance: Pam Bondi, Pete Hegseth, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Kash Patel—a lineup that would make a satire writer blush for being too on-the-nose. But our neutral observer doesn’t blush. He furrows his brow.

“See, this is exactly why I reject both sides,” he explains, as if “both sides” are equally responsible for the ongoing circus fire. “One side appoints chaos agents, and the other side… gets upset about it. Frankly, I find the upset more concerning.”

He is deeply committed to being above the fray, which mostly involves hovering several feet above reality. Down below, people argue, warn, document, shout, plead. But he has transcended all that. He has discovered the serene middle ground between “this is fine” and “this is catastrophic,” which he calls “let’s wait and see.”

Wait for what? Ah. For something better to happen. Spontaneously. Like moral dew forming overnight on the scorched remains of institutions.

“History shows things tend to work out,” he says, citing no history in particular. Certainly not the ones where people waited politely while things did not, in fact, work out.

He is especially wary of those who “tell it like it is.” Such people are dangerous. They use words like “incompetence,” “corruption,” “risk.” Very inflammatory. Much better to say, “I have concerns,” and then immediately undercut them with a TED Talk on civility.

“Why can’t we have a more measured conversation?” he asks, while the ceiling collapses behind him.

Because to him, the real crisis is not the fire. It is the volume of the alarm.

He prides himself on intellectual independence, which looks suspiciously like chronic indecision. He has read many articles. He has considered many angles. He has bravely concluded that everything is complicated—so complicated, in fact, that action would be premature.

And so he waits.

He waits as the absurd becomes routine, as the unqualified become empowered, as each new headline strains the limits of parody. He waits because choosing a side would mean admitting that one exists. He waits because clarity feels like commitment, and commitment feels like risk.

Most of all, he waits because outrage makes him uncomfortable—and comfort, unlike democracy, is something he is unwilling to sacrifice.

When the house finally collapses into a smoldering heap, he will step forward, hands in pockets, and deliver his verdict:

“This is why extremes on both sides are so dangerous.”
 
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