#47lies

So apparently, according to Trump and his entourage, he’s not just president — he’s the last, brave, freedom-loving knight of free speech. Yes, the same guy who sues comedians, bans reporters, and melts down every time someone calls him orange now wants us to believe he’s the First Amendment’s personal bodyguard.

The New York Times even quoted him:

“It is part of the mission of his presidency to defend free speech, open debate and dissent…”

Right. Because nothing says “open debate” like gag orders, threatening lawsuits against critics, and calling everyone who disagrees with you an enemy of the people. The man thinks “free speech” means “a 24/7 standing ovation.”

Then there’s his sob story about the media:

“The media is trying to cancel us … They are fighting to silence us.”

Silence him? He’s literally the loudest man on Earth. He’s got rallies, Truth Social rants, Fox segments, a book deal, and the entire presidency. That’s what “being canceled” looks like?

And let’s not forget his allies, who warn that if they don’t “do something,” the only voices left will be “the elites.” Translation: if we don’t muzzle critics, fact-checkers, comedians, and anyone who’s ever rolled their eyes at Trump, then poor Donnie might hear something mean about himself. And we can’t have that.

Here’s the thing: real free speech is messy. It means people can call you out, mock you, contradict you, and yes — even expose your lies. But Trumpworld’s version of free speech is basically: I talk, you clap. If you don’t clap, you’re censoring me.

So the next time they wail about defending free speech, remember: they don’t mean your speech, or my speech, or the press’s speech. They mean their speech — unchallenged, uncorrected, and completely free of consequences. It’s not a defense of liberty; it’s a loyalty oath wrapped in a Twitter rant.

Free speech cosplay, starring the guy who can’t handle a late-night joke.

This video features the chef’s kiss of gaslighting: Trump swearing up and down that he’s totally not a dictator—while doing everything a dictator does except twirling a mustache and petting a white cat.

First, we get the “people love strong leaders” line. Sure, Donny. “A lot of people” also think Bigfoot is real; doesn’t mean we hand him the Pentagon.

Then there’s his federal takeover of D.C. policing. Crime’s at record lows, but he storms in like Gotham needs Batman—except instead of Batman, we got a guy who can’t pronounce “Yosemite” deploying troops on peaceful streets. Restaurants empty, residents furious, and somehow he’s bragging about a “12-day stretch without a homicide” as if scaring off half the city counts as success.

And my favorite part? Threatening to do this in Chicago and New York, like an overgrown hall monitor with delusions of empire. “Invite me or I’ll come anyway.” Totally not authoritarian, guys!

Bottom line: This isn’t about safety; it’s a reality show stunt—optics over facts, power over people, and just enough plausible deniability to keep his fans clapping like trained seals.

Blunders and controversies in reverse chronological order:

August 2025: Hegseth reposted a video from a CNN segment on X (formerly Twitter) featuring a pastor who believes women should not have the right to vote. The video also included other controversial views, such as wishing to bring back laws that made sex between people of the same sex illegal.

May 2025: Princeton's student newspaper, The Daily Princetonian, accused him of plagiarizing portions of his 2003 senior thesis. The report was based on an analysis by three plagiarism experts who found multiple instances of "uncredited material, sham paraphrasing, and verbatim copying."

January 2025: During his confirmation hearing for Secretary of Defense, he was questioned about past controversies, including sexual assault allegations and alcohol abuse. He was ultimately confirmed in a 50-50 tie-breaking vote by the Vice President, with some senators, including three Republicans, voting against him.

January 2025: He was accused of violating Pentagon security protocols by setting up an unsecured internet line in his office and sharing details of military strikes in a Signal chat that included his wife.

Late 2024: His nomination for Secretary of Defense was met with criticism from senators and military leaders. During this time, he was criticized for his past comments that gay troops in the military were part of a "Marxist agenda," and that women should not serve in combat roles.

2017: He was accused of sexual assault by a woman after a Republican women's conference. A police report was filed, though no charges were pressed. His lawyer later acknowledged a settlement payment and a confidentiality agreement was made.

2009: His first marriage ended after he admitted to five affairs.

2003: Hegseth was accused of plagiarizing parts of his senior thesis while a student at Princeton.

Let’s talk about the genius master plan currently unfolding in statehouses across the country: the noble endeavour of dismantling more than a century of public health progress because, apparently, science is so last season. Cue the confetti.

Remember how societies used to actually care about measles, polio, clean drinking water, and vaccines? How quaint. According to a recent piece from Associated Press, hundreds of anti-science bills are now barreling through state legislatures—aimed at neutering protections that generations of public health experts painstakingly built. AP News

And in the starring role of this disillusioning drama we find Robert F. Kennedy Jr., swirling in the mire like he’s auditioning for “Anti-Science Pioneer of the Year.” Because nothing says “responsible public health discourse” like cheerleading legislation that treats evidence like an optional garnish.

Here’s the vibe:

“Let’s reverse the basic notion that disease prevention is a public good and instead reimagine governance as a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure where rules are optional.” That seems to be the new motto.

Fluoride? Who needs it. Clean drinking water? Pshaw. Vaccines? Pfft. There’s a push to chip away at all of this.

Want to require schools to teach accurate science? Not if the legislature has its way.

Want your local health authority to operate with recognized expertise instead of “hunches and suspicion”? Well too bad.

And Kennedy Jr., bless him, keeps reminding us that he’s the hero of this story—when in truth he looks more like the guy who wandered into the science lab and unplugged all the computers because he’s “questioning the narrative.”

Let’s break this down sarcastically because evidently we need the blunt force of irony here:

Building public health protections = boring. Think of all the time and energy people used to spend researching pathogens, creating immunizations, regulating contaminants. Yawn.

Tearing them down = fun! Why worry about measles outbreaks or water-borne diseases when you can have legislative debates about “freedom to reject safety”?

Kennedy Jr as hero? Sure. Because when a person with a complicated history of opposing mainstream science steps into the spotlight of anti-regulatory applause, what could go wrong?

Future generations? They’ll figure it out. Maybe a pollinator-borne pathogen will show up in 2032 and everyone will go, “Huh. Maybe we should have listened to the epidemiologists.”

Look: This isn’t about stifling critique or questioning authority. That’s part of science. It’s about removing the scaffolding that lets societies handle illness, protect children, ensure safe water, and rely on facts instead of fear. When legislation starts to treat expertise as optional and public health as preference, we’re flirting with recklessness.

So yes, let’s applaud the boldness of scrapping safeguards built over decades. Let’s give Kennedy Jr and the bill-sponsors a standing ovation. And then quietly remind ourselves this isn’t whimsical theater—it’s policy with consequences.

(a love letter to chaos, ego, and the collapse of basic human decency)

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The Trump administration has decided to fire “substantial” numbers of federal workers, because… what, competence is a deep-state conspiracy now?

(source, if you need proof we didn’t just dream this feverishly stupid thing)

You have to admire the commitment to performance art. It’s not a government anymore — it’s an improv troupe run by people who think “checks and balances” means “checks for me, balance for peasants.”

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🧨 ACT I: “SHUT IT DOWN! (Because I’m Bored.)”

We open with the Trump team threatening another government shutdown like it’s their favorite party trick.

“Do the job you were elected to do?” No. “Throw the economy into chaos because someone said a mean thing on MSNBC?” Absolutely.

It’s like they’ve mistaken “running a country” for “rage-quitting a video game.”

The lights are flickering, the workers are panicking, and the soundtrack is just Mar-a-Lago silverware clinking over the sound of democracy flatlining.

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🔥 ACT II: The Apprentice — Civil Service Edition

Here’s the new plan: fire a “substantial” chunk of federal employees. Because, as we all know, nothing improves morale like watching your coworkers vanish into the political abyss while your boss tweets about “draining the swamp” while dropping an orange turd in his golden toilet.

It’s not even subtle. They’re turning “government service” into “government survival.”

Every career employee is one Trump tantrum away from being replaced by someone whose résumé just says “loyal” and “owns multiple flag polos.”

They call it reform. I call it revenge fanfiction written in crayon.

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🕯️ ACT III: The Gaslight Massacre

The government breaks down? “Blame the lazy bureaucrats.”

Chaos spreads? “Blame the media.”

Ethics violations? “Blame woke gender pronouns and the Illuminati’s Wi-Fi.”

They have infinite scapegoats but zero mirrors. It’s like an entire ideology built on screaming “YOU’RE the problem!” at anyone within Wi-Fi range.

The truly cursed part? They say this all with straight faces — like firing career scientists and diplomats is the natural sequel to “The Art of the Deal.”

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⚰️ EPILOGUE: THE HAUNTING OF FEDERAL EMPLOYEES

The real victims here? The folks who actually keep the lights on — the ones processing benefits, monitoring weather emergencies, and preventing the nation from collapsing into Mad Max with paperwork.

But sure, fire them. Who needs food safety inspectors when you have Truth Social posts about “patriot cleansing”?

It’s all fun and games until the bridges collapse and the tax refunds stop.

Then suddenly, the “deep state” looks a lot like the only thing that ever worked.

Republicans are back at it again — remixing their all-time favorite track: “Immigrants Are Taking Everything and I’m the Real Victim.” 🎶

According to the latest AP fact-check, Trump and his backup dancers in the GOP are once again claiming that undocumented immigrants are getting free healthcare while “real Americans” are left to rot. Reality check: that’s a lie so bold it deserves its own commemorative plaque in the Hall of Manufactured Panic.

But sure, tell us again how hospitals are just handing out deluxe spa packages to migrants while the rest of us drown in medical debt. Next up on Fox: “New evidence that immigrants get free Teslas, beachfront condos, and lifetime Netflix subscriptions — all funded by your tax dollars!”

Trump’s campaign has become a carnival of deceit — the same tattered tent, new lies painted over the old ones. His enablers in Congress nod along like malfunctioning bobbleheads, too busy auditioning for cabinet spots in the imaginary kingdom of Trumpistan to care that none of what they’re saying is remotely true.

And the best part? They know it’s a lie. They count on it being a lie. Because fear sells better than facts, and moral decay looks great when you wrap it in an American flag and shout about “values.”

So congrats, GOP — you’ve turned disinformation into performance art. Only it’s not avant-garde. It’s just vile.

Newsflash: Undocumented immigrants do not qualify for most federally funded health coverage, such as Medicaid, Medicare, and Affordable Care Act (ACA) marketplace plans. The primary exception is emergency medical care.

So the 2026 World Cup draw—the kickoff to the world’s biggest sporting event—won’t be in a host city. Not in a stadium. Not even in a place with any actual soccer.

It’ll be at… the Kennedy Center. Trump’s freshly converted ego-palace. Because when you can’t own the game, you host the photo op.

He’s even hinting he might run the draw. Picture it:

“USA—best team, tremendous. Brazil—great friends. Saudi Arabia—fantastic oil, really fantastic. North Korea—why not, they sent me the nicest letter.”

Meanwhile:

Troops patrolling D.C. (“for safety,” obviously)

Visa access decided by vibes (“some will have no problem, others… a little more difficult”)

The trophy reduced to bling (“a beautiful piece of gold”)

This isn’t about soccer anymore. It’s not even about the U.S. hosting a global event. It’s about Trump taking the world’s sport and using it as set dressing for his personal reality show.

Welcome to the 2026 FIFA World Cup: where football is secondary and the main competition is how much attention he can steal.