BREAKING: FBI agent at center of Whitmer kidnap sting operation assaulted and bloodied wife after swingers' party, authorities say detroitnews.com/story/news/loc…
Trask's wife had bloody lacerations to the right side of her head and "blood all over chest, clothing arms and hand," as well as "severe" bruising to her neck and throat.
She told police she and her husband had several drinks at a swingers' party held at a hotel. She added that she did not like the party and they argued about it on the way home.
Once they arrived home, Trask got on top of her in their bed and "then grabbed the side of her head and smashed it several times on the nightstand," according to the affidavit.
She attempted to grab his beard to free herself, and he began to choke her around the neck and throat, according to the affidavit. She ultimately grabbed Trask's testicles, which ended the altercation
FBI Special Agent Trask was later tracked down and arrested in the parking lot of a local supermarket
Trask, 39, has worked for the FBI since 2011 and served as the FBI's public face in the Whitmer case, which involved as many as 12 informants
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Many, many people have observed that a party thrown for the sole purpose of giving meaning to a terrible pun, let alone such a party being thrown annually, is evidence of the barrenness, sterility, and essential misery of millennial culture. You might call it Millennial Malaise. No one who was capable of real laughter would, after all, be even tempted to laugh at “Hanksgiving.” However, lost in this (admittedly deserved) mockery is an understanding of how a generation raised on South Park and Family Guy could ever have been so thoroughly emasculated, both mentally and (often) physically, that they’d find this funny. And so, to that end, I come to explain the origins of “Hanksgiving,” not to mock it; or at least, not solely to mock it.
It's far from a Nobel Prize winning observation that the millennial generation is depressed. A popular observation about depression is that it is nothing but anger turned inwards, and when it comes to millennials, I have no reason to argue with that sentiment. However, unfortunately, for as many reasons as millennials have to be angry, they also lack any obvious way to fix those sources of anger. This has led it to metastasize into depression, which now masquerades as ironic detachment that somehow still manages to be cringe.
But why are they angry? Well, as an elder millennial myself (aka, Centennial), let me count the ways:
Firstly, over the past decades, the cost of living has ballooned, even as the cost of labor has stayed stagnant. In particular, homeownership and the ability to raise children are now thoroughly outside the price range of most young people, in part due to the fact that many colleges preyed on the hopes of millennials (and, more importantly, their parents) in order to get them to accept excessive loans with exorbitant interest rates. Many of those colleges, it should be noted, were the ones with the lowest salary potential. Many elite schools, on the other hand, leave students with comparatively little student debt. This means that it is often precisely the people who graduated with degrees in useless subjects, from schools that only look impressive to Barista hiring managers, who have the highest amount of debt: debt which they can never escape, even in bankruptcy, and which has the power to wipe out a huge amount of their earning potential, and thus their potential for upward mobility. Yet hope and maturation are both intrinsically tied to the chance for upward mobility, and absent both, you get a powder keg of childish rage turned to fatalism.
Napoleon is so bad holy shlit you need to avoid this steaming pile of garbage
Portrays him as deranged. And just jumps randomly from event to event. Like a Wikipedia article. Theres no narrative or explanation. Focus is all Josephine. All the battle scenes are just the trailer clips you already saw
Joaquin Phoenix totally phones it in too, gotta say
If you needed unexpected good news, it has just emerged that 2024 will mark the end of a sordid career: a career belonging to a backstabbing, out-of-touch puppet for special interests.
I mean the career of one Willard Mitt Romney, alias Pierre Delecto, and sometimes known (at least to me) as Serpentinus Willardus, a breed of snake whose aggressiveness is only matched by the harmlessness of its venom. And now that this particular snake has finally decided to crawl back under its rock, I think it’s time we refresh our memory as to why many consider Willard Romney the most useless Republican of the modern age.