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From the October 12, 2024 essay:
Fortunately Jay Richards, director of the DeVos Center for Life, Religion, and Family at the right-wing Heritage Foundation think tank, was there to square the circle. âClassic Trump hyperbole,â he declared. âDirectionally correct but carefully engineered to drive critics crazy over the details.â Problem solved: Trump wasnât exaggerating, and he definitely wasnât just getting mad about something that never happenedâhe was being directionally correct.
And being directionally correctâor sometimes directionally accurateâis, according to many of Donald Trumpâs supporters, something that Donald Trump is very good at. His claims about trans athletes, immigrants, and the 2020 election might not be strictly true, these advocates say, but they are directionally so, because heâs talking about a real problem, or at least a feeling that thereâs a real problem.
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Chief of Staff Donald Rumsfeld does a handstand on a chair, 1974.
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play spot the symbolism with the woodstein-nixinger-chensfeld alliance.
#fanart#my art#chensfeld#dick cheney#donald rumsfeld#nixinger#henry kissinger#richard nixon#carl bernstein#bob woodward#woodstein
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" Qualcuno uscĂ da una tavola calda e cercò di porgergli una bottiglia dâacqua. Era una donna che indossava una mascherina antipolvere e un cappellino con la visiera, e ritrasse la bottiglia e svitò il tappo e quindi gliela tese di nuovo. Lui posò la valigetta per prenderla, a malapena conscio che non stava usando il braccio sinistro, che aveva dovuto posare la valigetta prima di poter prendere la bottiglia. Tre furgoni della polizia svoltarono e si precipitarono verso downtown, a sirene spiegate. Chiuse gli occhi e bevve, e sentĂ lâacqua scorrergli nel corpo trascinando giĂş con sĂŠ polvere e fuliggine. La donna lo stava fissando. Gli disse qualcosa che lui non sentĂ, quindi le restituĂ la bottiglia e raccolse la valigetta. Il lungo sorso dâacqua gli lasciò un retrogusto di sangue. Riprese a camminare. Un carrello del supermercato giaceva immobile e vuoto. Dietro câera una donna, girata verso di lui, con del nastro della polizia avvolto intorno alla testa e al viso, di quel nastro giallo con la scritta caution che delimita la scena di un delitto. I suoi occhi erano piccole increspature bianche nella mascherina sgargiante, e lei stringeva la maniglia del carrello e se ne stava lĂ, a guardare dentro il fumo.
Fece in tempo a udire il suono del secondo crollo. Attraversò Canal Street e cominciò a vedere le cose, per qualche motivo, in modo diverso. Non parevano pregnanti come al solito, le strade lastricate, i fabbricati in ghisa. Câera una qualche mancanza cruciale nelle cose intorno a lui. Erano incompiute, per cosĂ dire. Erano inosservate, per cosĂ dire. Forse era quello lâaspetto che avevano le cose quando non câera nessuno che le vedesse. UdĂ il suono del secondo crollo, o lo avvertĂ nel tremore dell'aria, la torre nord che cadeva, uno sconcerto sommesso di voci in lontananza. La torre nord che crollava era lui. Il cielo era piĂş leggero, lĂ, e riusciva a respirare piĂş facilmente. Câerano altri dietro di lui, migliaia, che andavano riempiendo la media distanza, una massa prossima a formarsi, gente che fuoriusciva dal fumo. ProseguĂ finchĂŠ non dovette fermarsi. Lo investĂ rapida, la consapevolezza di non poter andare oltre. Provò a dirsi che era vivo, ma era unâidea troppo oscura per riuscire a prendere corpo. Non câerano taxi e il traffico in genere scarseggiava e allora apparve un vecchio furgoncino, una ditta elettrica di Long Island City, e gli si accostò e il conducente si sporse verso il finestrino dal lato del passeggero a esaminare ciò che stava vedendo, un uomo incrostato di cenere, di materia polverizzata, e gli chiese dove voleva andare. Fu solo una volta salito a bordo e chiusa la portiera che capĂ dovâera diretto fin dall'inizio. "
Don Delillo, L'uomo che cade, traduzione di Matteo Colombo, Einaudi, 2008. [Libro elettronico]
[Edizione originale: Falling Man, Charles Scribner's Sonspublisher, New York City, 2007]
#Don Delillo#L'uomo che cade#11 Settembre 2001#Stati Uniti d'America#USA#New York City#NYC#Torri Gemelle#terrorismo#letteratura americana contemporanea#XXI secolo#storia contemporanea#imperialismo americano#romanzo#narrativa#letture#leggere#libri#World Trade Center#fondamentalismo islamico#Progetto per un nuovo secolo americano#Project for the New American Century#PNAC#Dick Cheney#Donald Rumsfeld#neocons#Paul Wolfowitz#Donald Kagan#Leo Strauss#neoconservatorismo
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Asses of Evil
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9/11: Blueprint for Truth-The Architecture of Destruction-114min.
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#9/11#false flag#inside job#war on terror#physics#engineering#architecture#jet fuel can't melt steel beams#government cover up#cover up#propaganda#9/11 was an inside job#wtc building 7#Bush did 9/11#9/11 is a joke#psy ops#george w bush#dick cheney#donald rumsfeld
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Weird political sex symbols + clickbaity titles
#john c calhoun#daniel webster#donald rumsfeld#alexander hamilton#bill clinton#sexy Rumsfeld is the weirdest fucking thing
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Rumsfeld accidentally telling the truth?
#Rumsfeld#donald rumsfeld#team b#Sullivan and Cromwell#everything is fucking managed#911#shanksville
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A Little Thing Called "Integrity"
I quit my job once after working at the company for just over a year. Why? It was a small company owned by one woman who could at times be sweet as syrup, and at other times unreasonable as a two-year-old child. At the end of the year, in preparing the financial statements that would be used as a basis for filing that yearâs taxes, she told me to record a large number of her personalâŚ

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A track from my album South Tower, released today, 2023-08-03. "Reports that say that something hasn't happened are always interestingâŚ"
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Various political references in various issues of MAD Magazine. (May 2001, January 2004, January 2005)
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that's his (rumsfeld's) boytoy malewife sorry what
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Unknown knowns
funniest draft ever. what the fuck was i realizing
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from the article " ...
If Trump is truly worse, it is because he would âfinish offâ the Palestinians, while Biden practices what appears to be a more benign form of genocide, a plan that at least leaves some Palestinians alive.
Looking closer, even this measure does not add up partly because Biden has no red line, no point at which âIsraelâ has gone so far in its genocide that weapons shipments stop.
For example, in early May, Biden drew a red line across an âIsraeliâ invasion of Rafah, an area that had previously been declared a safe zone.
Yet when âIsraelâ bombed Rafahâs nylon tents, burning families alive, Biden claimed that it was only a âlimitedâ incursion, not the all-out invasion that he had warned against...."
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More proof that Republicans are a threat to national security because they have no sense of empathy. Without that, they have no problem sending young men and women into a conflict.
"I am not a wimp." -- President George H. W. Bush
"You go with the army you have." -- Donald Rumsfeld -- explaining why he used unarmored vehicles for the soldiers during the Iraqi invasions.
Mitt Romney's reply to why none of his six sons was ever in the military: "They're serving by helping me become president."
Governor George W. Bush's reply when asked to guess the last words of a woman he sent for lethal injection: "Please don't kill me"



These people never seem to tire of showing us what complete pieces of shit they are!
#Republican#conservative#gop#libertarian#mitt romney#george w. bush#george h.w. bush#donald rumsfeld#empathy
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