A Twisted Place

Trump crashed out, as the kids say nowadays, and had a full on meltdown during an interview with Kristin Welker.

What's hilariously ironic is that the interview went for about 38 minutes and most of it was that soft fascism enabling the Press does nowadays with Trump. But then, about 30 minutes in, Welker apparently just ran out of fornications to give, maybe she got tired of the smell, because she suddenly started acting like an actual journalist.

Welker put Trump on the defensive by questioning his illegal weaponization slush fund and then pivoted to Trump's claims of election fraud. Trump grew visibly angrier and more unhinged as Welker demanded evidence for Trump's endless claims of rigged elections, until he lost control of his emotions, raged at Welker calling her "crooked and stupid," attacked NBC and CNN and the Press, and then abruptly stood up and quit the interview.

As he desperately wobbled away, Trump patted Welker on the shoulder in a dismissive condescending gesture that tells me the CEO of NBC will be getting a threatening phone call from Brendan Carr tomorrow morning.

Now, I've seen a few people describing Trump's abrupt departure from the Welker interview as "running away," but that's wrong. Watch the video. Trump can barely walk. Lurched, reeled, stumbled, staggered, careened, tottered, pitched, swayed, waddled away at the speed of a confused vapor-locked Mitch McConnell maybe, but he didn't run. There was no running.

The worst part of this is that it wasn't even that tough of an interview. Like I said, most of it was softball questions. The usual weak sauce American press, who are far more concerned with shareholder value and book deals (That's right, I'm talking to you, Jake Tapper) instead of their duty to the Republic.

And really, Trump WASN'T prepared to answer questions about his Weaponization Fund? Trump WASN'T prepared to defend his election fraud claims with hard proof? Really? He somehow DIDN'T know that would be the questions? How is that even possible? And what's THAT tell you? Because it tells me he's surrounded by toadies and fops and ass-kissing sycophants who not only tell him only what he wants to hear, but leave him utterly unprepared to face any but the most favorable situation. And this is just some mid interview, something any politician should be able to handle hungover and half awake. If he can't handle Kristin Welker, how's he going to face down Putin or Kim Jong Un or even Chuck Schumer?

That bit as the end, where Welker suddenly starts acting like a pitbull, THAT should be every interview on every channel every time.

THAT should be every shouted question in front of Marine One or on the golf course, on the White House lawn, or anywhere, every time.

THAT should be what The Press does EVERY TIME, with EVERY politician, not just Trump -- but especially with Trump.

The Press is the ONLY private enterprise given an enumerated right in the Constitution. That was done for one specific reason.

This is that reason right here.

David Muir 

Poor old Kegbreath won few friends with his speech at D-day commemorations. With characteristic flat-footed stupidity he tried to use the war time storming of beaches in Normandy as a metaphor for the “invasion” of Europe by illegal aliens and ended up looking like a total idiot or, as Simon Schama described him “a comic book nobody”.

“The remarks were swiftly condemned on social media. The English historian, author and television presenter Simon Schama described them as a “special kind of loathsomeness: a blend of historical deafness, grotesque stupidity and comically ludicrous self-importance”.

Schama added: “As if the little people’s rage against immigration somehow is superior to the war against the 3rd Reich and entitles this comic book nobody to lecture the actual heroes.”

From Jerusalem, the Israeli human rights lawyer Daniel Seidemann also weighed in. “This is an obscene desecration of the memories of those who stormed the beaches of Normandy, and especially of those who fell,” he wrote.

Anders Åslund, a Swedish economist and former senior fellow at the Atlantic Council, contrasted the comments with Hegseth’s later remarks on the US standing alongside its allies. “So much nonsense,” he wrote on social media. “‘We stand by our allies!’ No you don’t. You just attacked them. Immigration policies are internal matters.”

‘If we had no egoism, then we should be like Angels, who are not capable of transformation. They can't be transformed because there is no denying principle. It is the same way with suffering. Without suffering there is no possibility of transformation. But the way in which suffering serves us is not just by giving us something to overcome, to be patient with, to be good about. The real thing about suffering is that it enables an action to proceed in the depths in us, it enables us to get below the surface, to get below even the ordinary depths, to find the place where there is no suffering. In everyone there is the place that is free from suffering. This place we have to find.

The way to it is through learning how to suffer and accept the action of suffering in ourselves; accepting it to the point where it is complete when the breakthrough comes, and we arrive at that place in us which is free. So it says 'If you knew how to suffer, then you would know how not to suffer'. Not-suffering does not mean being without any enemies or harmful actions. Not-suffering means to have entered into a particular place which is the sacred place inside us where there is no suffering, because it is a place of God. To find a way to that place is one of the great things. It is there that we come to the threshold of unity. So that saying is a good saying.’

On June 6, 1963, in a modest London boxing gym, six-year-old Patrick Power was lacing up his gloves for another round of training. Bullied at school, he had taken up boxing for confidence and self-defense. What began as a typical session would soon transform into an extraordinary moment in history. That afternoon, the gym fell into an excited hush as Cassius Clay—soon to be known to the world as Muhammad Ali—arrived to train ahead of his match against British boxer Henry Cooper. No one expected the young lad and the rising American boxing star would soon share the ring.

Ali, already famous for his quick wit and larger-than-life presence, spotted young Patrick among the group of trainees. With characteristic warmth, he invited the boy into the ring for a lighthearted sparring session. Encouraging Patrick to throw punches while he playfully dodged and danced around, Ali made sure the boy landed a few jabs, even raising the child’s hand in mock victory. The gym, usually a place of grit and sweat, erupted in laughter and applause. It was a brief but magical moment that showcased Ali’s compassion and love for people as much as his talent for boxing.