Lawyer and political junkie. Strongly anti-Trumpism, also anti-leftism
Mar 6 • 10 tweets • 2 min read
Sung to the tune of Walking on the Sun:
It ain't no joke, when tariffs rise and trade's revoked,
They say it helps the local jobs, but that's blowing smoke.
They claim it's for our gain, but it's just a losing game,
Hey, I know it seems absurd, but it's the same as blocking
rays.
This is a trade attack, I know it's here, and it's whack,
It's like denying light, thinking darkness brings us back.
And just like fashion, it's a passion for the uninformed,
If you block the goods, you'll find it's like a shadow formed.
So don't delay, act now,
Nov 30, 2024 • 8 tweets • 2 min read
It’s not deranged to oppose Trump after his first term, which culminated in attempts to stay in power despite losing. It’s not deranged to warn about someone threatening to target political enemies or unleash the military on cities to round up immigrants. It’s not deranged to
warn about someone who prioritizes appeasing Putin, or to remember why Mike Pence isn’t on the ticket this time. In his first term, he faced re-election and had guardrails like Pence. Those won’t apply now. It’s not deranged to oppose someone pushing for a bigger Muslim ban or
Jul 2, 2024 • 5 tweets • 1 min read
For those who try to disregard how Biden does at scripted events when claiming he has dementia, get a basic understanding of it. He would not do well with scripted events if he had dementia. Why not? 1. Dementia impairs short-term memory. He would have trouble remembering what he
just read and what comes next. His speeches would lack flow and continuity. 2. Dementia impairs comprehension. He would have trouble understanding the nuances and context, preventing the proper emphasis and tone. 3. Dementia impairs focus. He would not be able to keep focusing
Apr 22, 2024 • 9 tweets • 2 min read
1/ In the heart of Washington D.C., where the cherry blossoms dance to the symphony of spring breezes and the grandeur of history whispers through the streets, there stood an old, peculiar gentleman at the gates of the White House. His hair was as white as the marble columns of
2/ the Lincoln Memorial, and his eyes twinkled with a blend of mischief and wisdom.
With a slow, deliberate step, he approached the uniformed Secret Service agent standing guard, his face breaking into a grin that creased a thousand tiny stories into his skin. "Excuse me, young
