The president had his birthday a month earlier under the guise that he had made the city clean again. The index finger raised with the other pushing against his glasses trope is meant to get the people who are conditioned to be uneducated to turn off their brains and switch to their new behaviors of “hearing” the president on the real frequency. We aren't failing, we are just conditioned to respond in this manner. We have been primed for Gavin knowing what he did to the reparations study. Aren't you tired of living like that? Tru Life.
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I'm not a Muslim, and I don't put much faith in any "holy" books.... so burning one doesn't move any needles for me.
That being said, I'm not saying that I want her to be violently assaulted (yeah, in every way) by a pack of hyenas.... but if it were to happen, I'd laugh my ass off for days.
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That being said, I'm not saying that I want her to be violently assaulted (yeah, in every way) by a pack of hyenas.... but if it were to happen, I'd laugh my ass off for days.
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The way they suck him off publicly and without any shame is amazing
Why r u still talking about reparations? The grifters don't even talk about anymore. It's been a great years actually.
Julius Scott’s dissertation turned into the book The Common Wind. Have you ever wondered how your enemy would you use that information against you? Have you ever noticed how time breaks down words like an orange peel in the dirt? To
Me, most historians are intellectual composters for Power.
She's living in an alternate reality. Hypocrisy doesn't matter anymore. We can't beat these motherfuckers trying to have a moral high ground and play fair.
good vid made me subscribe
“If We Let FEMA Die, Americans Will Die With It.”
Greg PalastAug 26, 2025
A note from Greg Palast: I need you to read this before Friday, the 20th Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. It’s by a Coast Guardsman assigned to pull the dead from the waters. Now, as Supervisor in a small town in Illinois, he’s concerned that Trump will drown his town next. And do watch our film, All Washed Away: The Untold Story of the Drowning of New Orleans and Texas on YouTube and Substack. It’s an entertaining hour — who needs a horror film when we have Trump howling in the attic?
No One Else is Coming: From Hurricane Katrina to Villa Park, Illinois | by Kevin Patrick
Coast Guard officer Kevin Patrick, serving his country as a first responder in Gulfport, Mississippi in the wake of Katrina. All photos: © Kevin Patrick (2005). Used with permission by the Palast Investigative Fund.
Imagine your town flattened overnight. No power. No water. Families trapped in rubble. For days, you wait for help that never seems to arrive.The first thing that hit me in Gulfport, Mississippi, wasn’t the sight. It was the smell. Raw sewage from flooded treatment plants. Rotting seafood from capsized shrimp boats.
Diesel and gasoline spilled across the water. All mixed together in water so thick with debris it didn’t move like water anymore.
One of my shipmates handed me a jar of Vicks VapoRub. “Put it in your nose,” he said. “It’ll help.” It didn’t help enough.
Whole neighborhoods wiped out in the wake of Katrina.
A World Washed Away
What I saw looked like a scene out of an apocalyptic film. Whole neighborhoods gone. Homes ripped from their foundations and carried into the bayou.Those that remained were filled with mud several feet high. I went building to building on search-and-rescue, marking walls with spray paint — an “X” and a number telling the world how many people, alive or dead, had been found inside.
It was devastating. It was lawlessness. And at times, it felt like we were the only ones left.
The days were brutally hot. The sun beat down. There was almost no bottled water to give away. We handed out what little we had to people who hadn’t had water in days. I saw capsized vessels with bodies inside. I helped recover them — putting on biohazard gear for the first time outside of training.
Face shield, gloves, protective suit. This was no drill. This was death, and it was everywhere.
Homes ripped from their foundations were carried into the bayou.
The Faces I Can’t Forget
I remember two pregnant women. One was stranded on a broken pier, living under a plastic tarp. No food, no water, nowhere to go.She asked us for help and we got her out. The other didn’t make it. We found her in a capsized vessel. That image still haunts me.
Some memories hit like a punch even twenty years later. Seeing a diver bring up a recovery bag with the zipper open.
The arm of the deceased was visible. Reaching to pull them aboard, and feeling the skin slide away in my hands like meat from a chicken bone. We didn’t stop. We couldn’t.
I was in my early twenties then, on my first deployment, eager to prove myself, eager to help. I had no idea what I was walking into.
A half-sunk shrimp boat, marooned under a bridge.
A Crack of Light
Most of what we did was about loss — pulling people from wreckage, marking homes, recovering the dead. But every once in a while, we got to save something instead. One of those moments was the Katrina dolphins.When their enclosure was destroyed, these trained dolphins were swept into the Gulf. Our mission was to help recover them alive.
For a few hours, instead of pulling bodies from the water, we were part of saving life.
It reminded me of being a kid at Brookfield Zoo, when I was once picked out of the audience to pet a seventeen year old dolphin named Stormy.
For the first time in days, I felt human again. It didn’t erase the devastation. But it gave me just enough to keep going.
For the first time in days, I felt human again, helping save a life, rather than dealing with death.
Twenty Years Later
It’s been twenty years, and I still carry these memories. Some of them shaped me, others haunt me.They taught me how fragile life is, how quickly the thin line between order and chaos can break. And they taught me why preparation matters.
After Katrina, America promised to never again leave first responders without support.
But today, I worry those lessons are being forgotten. After Katrina, America promised itself it would never again leave communities so unprepared, never again leave first responders without support.FEMA was supposed to be strengthened — because when the unimaginable happens, there has to be someone ready to come.
With cuts to FEMA, and talks of it being dissolved, I worry we’re moving backward. I hear the same arguments people make when times are calm: that it costs too much, that states and towns can handle it alone.
But I’ve seen what happens when “alone” is all you have.
Kevin Patrick on duty in Gulfport, Mississippi in the wake of Katrina.
Why it Matters Here
I’m not writing this from Washington. I’m writing this from Villa Park, Illinois. A small town. The kind of place people mean when they say, “local government will handle it.”But if a freight train derails in the middle of our village — spilling hazardous chemicals into our streets — local government can’t “handle it alone.”
If a tornado levels half the town, or if flooding wipes out our neighborhoods, we’ll need help. Not someday. Not after a board meeting. Right then.
That’s what FEMA is for. Not just for hurricanes on the Gulf Coast. Not just for wildfires in California. For towns like mine. For places like yours.
No One Else is Coming
Katrina taught me something I’ll never forget: in the worst moments, you look around and realize no one else is coming. You are it. You are the only hope people have.That’s what FEMA is meant to be for America. The backup when no one else is coming. The safety net when your town is underwater, or on fire, or blown apart.
If we cut FEMA to the bone, or dissolve it entirely, we’re not just undoing bureaucracy. We’re leaving millions of Americans with no backup. We’re telling them they’re on their own.
I’ve seen what “on your own” looks like. And I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
An American flag flies amidst the devastation of Katrina.
Sounding the Alarm
I don’t write this to relive old nightmares. I write it as a warning. Because if we dismantle FEMA, we are dismantling America’s last line of defense.Disasters aren’t slowing down. They’re bigger, faster, and less predictable — hurricanes that sit for days, wildfires that turn suburbs to ash in hours, floods that hit places that thought they’d never flood.
Small towns. Big cities. Red states. Blue states. It doesn’t matter. When that happens, you won’t care about politics. You won’t care about budgets. You’ll care about who shows up.
If FEMA is gutted or gone, there may be no one left to show up. That’s why I’m sounding the alarm. Because I’ve seen what it looks like when no one comes. I’ve carried the weight of knowing help arrived too late. And I know what it costs in lives when we gamble with preparedness.
We can’t wait until the next storm, the next fire, the next derailment, to realize what we’ve lost. By then it’s too late. If we let FEMA die, Americans will die with it. And no one else is coming.
To understand the effects of eliminating or privatizing FEMA, stream the film, All Washed Away: The Untold Story of the Drowning of New Orleans and Texas by investigative reporter Greg Palast which includes a note about my town, Villa Park, IL. Available for no charge on YouTube or Substack.
...Walmart and New York Times in the same sentence is filthy work!!! And in all fairness I don't know what is on the front of NYT, but that is because I don't like the NYT
I said it earlier liberals shyt on ourselves trying to be fair and only end up being soundbites for the GOP! You can cut a Trump speech and make an ad about it. Faux news will say he was joking. GOP politicians will say that shouldn't be taken seriously. Some Right superPAC will clip Charlamagne and Nina Turner and run an ad on 36 different channels, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. So she's calling Democrats delusional...yeah SHE IS.
If I had a woman blow me the way they blow President Trump. I wouldn't believe she was real! Like she's gonna drug me and steal a kidney!!! The amount of enthusiasm that they put into this you'd think he'd wise up and be like: "...okay that's enough, jeez!!!"
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Yeah, that was good. Funny dude!
The fairness you're referencing is white people shit to corral the barbarians and bring them under their rhetorical control. In The Black Jacobians, it was these same people that buried us to our necks and have insects tear us apart.
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