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BONDI: I'm not going to answer it yes or no, but I know antifa is part of it
S: Will you commit to providing this committee with the list?
BONDI: I won't commit to anything
-- The speed and breadth of institutional capitulation
-- The courage, ferocity, and resolution of regular people
Our strength isn't our institutions. It's us.
-- The speed and breadth of institutional capitulation
-- The courage, ferocity, and resolution of regular people
Our strength isn't our institutions. It's us.
This is the most damning video yet.
It shows Border Patrol agents clearly taking Alex's firearm, running it away, and THEN executed him in cold blood by emptying a clip into his face.
Murder.
In this case with multiple videos showing the exact opposite of what he is claiming.
In this case with multiple videos showing the exact opposite of what he is claiming.
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Several people I know have used the word "beautiful" for this piece, and that's exactly right. A beautifully phrased essay on the bind we're in— until we aren't.
Recommended, in an extreme way.
data4democracy.substack.com/p/the-wall-l...
Several people I know have used the word "beautiful" for this piece, and that's exactly right. A beautifully phrased essay on the bind we're in— until we aren't.
Recommended, in an extreme way.
RIP to an extremely gifted songwriter. And a neighbor.
If you’ve never heard of him, listen to this track written from the perspective of a dude in Mike Tyson’s entourage. Sheer perfection.
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As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"
At his works in despair in a daze
If you looked upon them
And were mere mortal men
'Ozymandias mighty', it says
As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"