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Jackie Hovey
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Mother. Lawyer. Tax Analyst. Writer. Math, history, and language enthusiast. USN Cold War vet. Voluntary Anti-fascist. Ex-wife of malignant narcissist. Daughter of deceased Alzheimer's patient. Neurodivergent.
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Meanwhile, here's VP over on X the other day, vice-presidenting in a serious and dignified manner as befits the office, as usual.
November 21, 2025 X posts from the JDVance account knocking criticism of the so-called "Peace Plan" between Russia and Ukraine, interrupted by a post from X account xitfirst with display name "Random" and 793 followers that says "Jd just tell my ex to take me back plz" to which the serious-minded and dignified holder of the office of Vice President of the United States replies, "She should definitely take you back. Tell her I said so."
November 23, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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The email about Bubba (#030719) disappeared from the House Oversight webpage over the weekend, along with about 900 other images in that numerical sequence.
November 17, 2025 at 2:17 PM
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Not suspicious at all. Just like how the series of emails that includes the one about Bubba is no longer there.
November 17, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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That series of emails has mysteriously disappeared.
November 17, 2025 at 1:59 PM
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The series of emails that includes the one about Bubba has disappeared from the House Oversight webpage since Friday. 900 of them are gone.
drive.google.com/drive/folder...
Screenshot of document list showing missing email images 030577 through 031476. The Bubba email was image 030719.
November 17, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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I missed this in my 1931 stuff

this symbol was still okay
November 16, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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I think she and Boebert are going to end up like the PT boats in WWII.
November 15, 2025 at 5:31 PM
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This is me at 15. I'm a child.
November 15, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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Even before yesterday's #BlowingBubba fun, at my house we've been predicting that Trump will be gone by Christmas, one way or another.

Personally, I'm hoping for a cerebral event that leaves him conscious but unable to communicate except for ringing a bell.

Looking more likely every day LOL
Image of Tio Hector Salamanca and his bell, from Breaking Bad
November 15, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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Emails? Why, whatever do you mean?
November 15, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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The series of email images with the string between Jeffrey and his brother Mark is now missing.
November 15, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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If the #BlowingBubba email is a Democratic hoax, why was it removed from the House Oversight documents?

I'll bet петух knows.
November 15, 2025 at 3:06 PM
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I just looked at where I found the 030719 email yesterday on the House Oversight webpage and that whole series is gone

Good thing for Trump no one saved any copies of it 😮‍💨
List of Epstein email images in batch 011 showing that images 030527 through 031476 have been deleted. The "blowing Bubba" image was 030719. Copy of the 030719 email string between Jeffrey Epstein and his brother Mark
November 15, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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Trending on X: Donica Lewinsky

#BlowingBubba
November 14, 2025 at 9:07 PM
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Sent by tin can with string

I haven't seen Get Hard so I had to look it up and

roflmao
With James' training seemingly going nowhere, Darnell suggests that James should prepare in other ways for prison, and takes him to a gay hookup spot to teach James how to perform oral sex in prison. James can't go through with it and instead tells Darnell that he will keep going and do whatever it takes in order to "get hard". James soon after begins to work out harder and faster, makes shivs, learns "keistering" (smuggling contraband in the anus), and seems to be making progress. Darnell simulates a prison riot with help from James' domestic staff. In the chaos, James gets a shiv stuck in his head, after which, Darnell brings James to his home for Rita to treat it. James has dinner with Darnell's family and listens to the tale of how he ended up in prison, which is actually just a retelling of the movie Boyz n the Hood. Plot (from Wikipedia) James King is a wealthy hedge fund manager at Barrow Funds, engaged to Alissa, the daughter of his boss Martin Barrow. During an engagement party for James and Alissa, the FBI arrive and arrest James for fraud and embezzlement. James' lawyer, Peter Penny, urges him to plead guilty for a likely shorter sentence, but James refuses and believes that he will be exonerated. However, James is found guilty and is sentenced to the maximum 10 years in San Quentin State Prison, with the judge allowing him 30 days to get his affairs in order. On top of this, Alissa leaves James after he suggests the two flee the country together. Over time, James has come to know Darnell Lewis, who operates a small car wash business in the parking lot used by James. Shortly after his arrest, James encounters Darnell and, assuming he has been incarcerated before because he is Black, begs him for help, requesting to be "toughened up". Darnell, who in actuality has never been to prison and has little experience in fighting, agrees, on the condition James pays him $30,000;
November 14, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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Mirror movements of hands, you say?
November 13, 2025 at 2:32 PM
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Sorry, Ron, but all the winning was in 2017, before Thanksgiving.

It's all gravy, man. All gravy.
Screenshot of Google search result showing New York Times article dated November 23, 2017 titled "A Mar-a-Lago Thanksgiving: It's All Gravy: and text "President Trump spent his holiday indulging in some of his favorite habits: spending time at his properties and talking about all the winning he's doing."
November 13, 2025 at 2:22 PM
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It's good that you're destroying our country and its people, Donald. It's very good.
November 11, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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November 11, 2025 at 1:53 PM
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plus crypto, although I think he thinks it's physical money that looks like gold
October 30, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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More from Sinclair Lewis' 1935 novel, the part where Congress effectively abolishes itself.

Mr. Lewis won the 1930 Nobel prize for literature.
From chapter 15 of “It Can’t Happen Here” by Sinclair Lewis, 1935 Free e-book at https://archive.org/details/itcanthappenhere00lewi_0/page/162/mode/2up [Taking the oath of office and making his inaugural address] was his first act as President. His second was to take up residence in the White House, where he sat down in the East Room in his stocking feet and shouted at Lee Sarason, “This is what I’ve been planning to do now for six years! I bet this is what Lincoln used to do! Now let ‘em assassinate me!” His third, in his role as Commander-in-Chief of the Army, was to order that the Minute Men be recognized as an unpaid but official auxiliary of the Regular Army, subject only to their own officers, to Buzz, and to High Marshal Sarason; and that rifles, bayonets, automatic pistols, and machine guns be instantly issued to them by government arsenals. That was at 4 P.M. Since 3 P.M., all over the country, bands of M.M.’s had been sitting gloating over pistols and guns, twitching with desire to seize them. Fourth coup was a special message, next morning, to Congress (in session since January fourth, the third having been a Sunday), demanding the instant passage of a bill embodying Point Fifteen of his election platform—that he should have complete control of legislation and execution, and the Supreme Court be rendered incapable of blocking anything that it might amuse him to do. By Joint Resolution, with less than half an hor of debate, both houses of Congress rejected that demand before 3 P.M., on January twenty-first. Before six, the President had proclaimed that a state of martial law existed during the “present crisis,” and more than a hundred Congressmen had been arrested by Minute Men, on direct orders from the President. The Congressmen who were hot-headed enough to resist were cynically charged with “inciting to riot”; they who went quietly were not charged at all. It was blandly explained to the agitated press by Lee Sarason that these latter quiet lads had been so threatened by “irresponsible and seditious elements” that they were merely being safeguarded. Sarason did not use the phrase “protective arrest,” which might have suggested things. To the veteran reporters it was strange to see the titular Secretary of State, theoretically a person of such dignity and consequence that he could deal with the representatives of foreign powers, acting as press-agent and yes-man for even the President. There were riots, instantly, all over Washington, all over America. The recalcitrant Congressmen had been penned in the District Jail. Toward it, in the winter evening, marched a mob that was noisily mutinous toward the Windrip for whom so many of them had voted. Among the mob buzzed hundreds of Negroes, armed with knives and old pistols, for one of the kidnapped Congressmen was a Negro from Georgia, the first colored Georgian to hold high office since carpetbagger days. Surrounding the jail, behind machine guns, the rebels found a few Regulars, many police, and a horde of Minute Men, but at these last they jeered, calling them “Minnie Mouses” and “tin soldiers” and “mama’s boys.” The M.M.’s looked nervously at their officers and at the Regulars who were making so professional a pretense of not being scared. The mob heaved bottles and dead fish. Half-a-dozen policemen with guns and night sticks, trying to push back the van of the mob, were buried under a human surf and came up grotesquely battered and ununiformed— those who ever did come up again. There were two shots; and one Minute Man slumped to the jail steps, another stood ludicrously holding a wrist that spurted blood. The Minute Men—why, they said to themselves, they’d never meant to be soldiers anyway—just wanted to have some fun marching! They began to sneak into the edges of the mob, hiding their uniform caps. That instant, from a powerful loudspeaker in a lower window of the jail brayed the voice of President Berzelius Windrip: “I am addressing my own boys, the Minute Men, everywhere in America! To you and you only I look for help to make America a proud, rich land again. You have been scorned. They thought you were the ‘lower classes.’ They wouldn’t give you jobs. They told you to sneak off like bums and get relief. They ordered you into lousy C.C.C. camps. They said you were no good, because you were poor. I tell you that you are, ever since yesterday noon, the highest lords of the land—the aristocracy—the makers of the new America of freedom and justice. Boys! I need you! Help me—help me to help you! Stand fast! Anybody tries to block you—give the swine the point of your bayonet!” A machine-gunner M.M., who had listened reverently, let loose. The mob began to drop, and into the backs of the wounded as they went staggering away the M.M. infantry, running, poked their bayonets. Such a juicy squash it made, and the fugitives looked so amazed, so funny, as they tumbled in grotesque heaps! The M.M.’s hadn’t, in dreary hours of bayonet drill, known this would be such sport. They'd have more of it now—and hadn’t the President of the United States himself told each of them, personally, that he needed their aid? * * * When the remnants of Congress ventured to the Capitol, they found it seeded with M.M.’s, while a regiment of Regulars, under Major General Meinecke, paraded the grounds. The Speaker of the House, and the Hon. Mr Perley Beecroft, Vice-President of the United States and Presiding Officer of the Senate, had the power to declare that quorums were present. (If a lot of members chose to dally in the district jail, enjoying themselves instead of attending Congress, whose fault was that?) Both houses passed a resolution declaring Point Fifteen temporarily in effect, during the “crisis”—the legality of the passage was doubtful, but just who was to contest it, even though the members of the Supreme Court had not been placed under protective arrest . . . merely confined each to his own house by a squad of Minute Men!
October 26, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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A "failure of imagination" on our part was cited in the 9/11 report as one reason why AQ was successful.

I'm just trying to use my imagination here to make what Trump is doing with Milei seem like someone's coherent strategy instead of mystifying randomness.

www.9-11commission.gov/report/911Re...
October 24, 2025 at 2:40 PM
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My Internet Friend, kindly take a look at this lovely loophole in our extradition treaty with Argentina. If exile is the backup plan, its success may depend on who the competent authority is. Could perhaps be relevant to said cartoon.

www.congress.gov/105/cdoc/tdo...
Article 4(3) of the US - Argentina extradition treaty, which has an exemption for certain politically motivated acts. 3. Notwithstanding the terms of paragraph 2 of this Article [exceptions to the exemption], extradition shall not be granted if the competent authority of the Requested State determines that the request was politically motivated.
October 24, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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1930 Nobel laureate Sinclair Lewis published a novel in 1935 that gives us a roadmap.
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October 24, 2025 at 2:02 PM
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In "It Can't Happen Here," after he's deposed by the SecState, Pres. Buzz Windrip is allowed to go into exile in Europe. Among his fellow exiles, he is pleased to find people who will listen to his stories and call him "sir."

Not my first choice for Trump's destiny, but I'd accept it.
From 1935's "It Can't Happen Here" by Sinclair Lewis, ch. 35 In Paris he remained, though he became the sort of minor hero of tragedy, like the ex-King of Greece, Kerensky, the Russian Grand Dukes, Jimmy Walker, and a few ex-presidents from South America and Cuba, who is delighted to accept invitations to drawing rooms where the champagne is good enough and one may have a chance of finding people, now and then, who will listen to one’s story and say “sir.” At that, though, Buzz chuckled, he had kinda put it over on those crooks, for during his two sweet years of despotism he had sent four million dollars abroad, to secret, safe accounts. And so Buzz Windrip passed into wabbly paragraphs in recollections by ex-diplomatic gentlemen with monocles. In what remained of Ex-President Windrip’s life, everything was ex. He was even so far forgotten that only four or five American students tried to shoot him. Free e-book at https://archive.org/details/itcanthappenhere00lewi_0/page/420/mode/2up
October 20, 2025 at 2:51 PM