Marjorie, you worthless, backstabbing cunt. You clawed your way onto the national stage by sucking the MAGA movement’s dick for every scrap of fame, power, and attention it could give your irrelevant ass, then turned around and started shitting all over the exact people and the exact agenda that dragged you out of the fucking gutter. Now you’re out here lecturing Republicans about courage? You? The gutless bitch who abandoned her own congressional seat the second it stopped serving you, then crowned herself the supreme fucking authority on what every other Republican should be doing? That is some next-level, radioactive hypocrisy. Trump promised tariffs. Trump promised to confront Iran. Trump promised to smash the comfortable, protected arrangements Washington’s political class spent decades defending. You were perfectly happy riding that shit to celebrity, cameras, and clout. The moment the man started delivering the confrontational policies he openly campaigned on, you pivoted into sanctimonious lectures about betrayal like some self-righteous whore who suddenly discovered principles. Your claim that Iran was “unprovoked”? Are you out of your fucking mind? Decades of Iranian-backed terrorism, dead Americans, hostage-taking, and open threats against the United States got erased from history so you could deliver another anti-Trump sermon from the comfort of your new life. Declaring the entire Republican Party politically dead for a decade is based on what, Marjorie? Your wounded pride? Your personal grievances? Some magical fucking ability to see election results years before a single ballot is cast? You call sitting members “silent cowards” while you sit safely outside Congress, free of any district, free of any vote, free of any real accountability, throwing rocks at the people still holding office. You traded the responsibility of governing for the luxury of endless outrage, then convinced yourself that exit made you the bravest person in the room. The arrogance is fucking nauseating. Every grievance becomes Trump’s fault. Every disagreement becomes proof of Republican cowardice. Every setback becomes another chance to remind the world how magnificently right you supposedly were. Even the most devoted audience eventually gets sick of watching somebody hold a never-ending funeral for her own political relevance. You spent years demanding fighters. Then you walked off the field and started screaming that everyone still playing was a coward. You want the rest of the country to mistake your personal bitterness for political wisdom. Fuck that. If you want to spend your retirement attacking Trump, that’s your business. Just spare everyone the sanctimonious bullshit about courage, loyalty, and credibility from someone who surrendered her own seat and now lectures everyone else about fighting. The political movement you once milked is still having its arguments, taking its risks, and facing its voters. You’re on X issuing prophecies of doom and congratulating yourself for having the courage to type them. Some fucking revolution.

Congratulations, Europe! You've inherited one of the greatest civilizations in human history, dismantled much of its industrial muscle, handed enormous power to bureaucrats, and arrived at the brilliant conclusion that what this fucking disaster needs is another major war. Britain deserves a special award. Once the workshop of the world, commanding factories, shipyards, and an empire spanning the globe, it now clings to the City of London, a square mile of financial power surrounded by a country struggling with the consequences of decades of industrial decline. Apparently, when you've forgotten how to build an empire, the next best thing is managing its investment portfolio while the building burns down. Across the Channel, Brussels has perfected the art of governing economic decline. Regulate the farmers, burden the factories, centralize the decisions, and announce another magnificent European initiative when the people start getting pissed off. And then comes NATO, the geopolitical equivalent of a Soviet-era appliance still running because nobody can find the fucking off switch. The Soviet Union disappeared in 1991. NATO survived, expanded, became deeply entangled in Ukraine, and now faces a confrontation with Russia that Europe's governments cannot sustain indefinitely without American support. Naturally, Britain's political establishment seems nostalgic for 1939. Unfortunately, the factories, industrial capacity, and national cohesion that helped sustain Britain through that war cannot simply be summoned by waving a Union Jack and delivering another pompous speech. So Europe's governing class has arrived at its final business model: wreck the productive economy, preserve the bureaucracy, escalate the geopolitical confrontation, and send the bill to Washington. What a breathtaking monument to institutional stupidity. Trump is looking at this rotting arrangement and questioning why America should keep underwriting its survival. The people responsible for Europe's decline are appalled. They apparently believe another generation of American taxpayers should finance the consequences of their genius. The old order is dying, its surviving leadership is selling tickets to a glorious resurrection, and Trump has absolutely no fucking obligation to finance the funeral. (article below)