NEWSOM'S "EFF IT' MOMENT - AND HOW IT COULD SAVE AMERICA - 6.12.25

second time. It is more why haven't any other democratic so called leaders followed Newsom over the top into no man's land, even though he went first and discovered there are oh about one hundred two hundred million Americans just standing there waiting for somebody to lead them against Trump. If you missed Newsom's effort speech, and trust me I did,

its only failure was its roll out. I'm going to play the whole thing at the end of this first segment because it was that good eight minutes of escalating but still suppressed righteous indignation bordering on rage, eight minutes building towards effet of which I think I am still the official East Coast exclusive distributor. I think I know my eight minute suppressed righteous indignation effort speeches, and that

one was outstanding. But consider the larger context. Newsom's emergence, and this is a stupid analogy, but somehow it works, was like a caterpillar emerging as a gigantic butterfly, a butterfly equipped with nukes, a stealth bomber butterfly. And that was just last Friday, with his threat to crash Trump by withholding all of California's federal taxes, all six of ninety two billion dollars worth, the economic civil war game ender.

I've been advocating out here in the wilderness for a decade. Hey, I have an idea. Only then the stealth bomber butterfly says, wait, I'm not finished yet, and he goes back inside the cocoon for a minute, and he comes out even larger with more nukes. And now he is the resistance. He is the Democratic Party. He is the hope to save America.

All of what has been missing in a Democratic party that runs the gamut of political imagination lately from A to B. All of that that is missing, the rest of the alphabet has somehow wound up in Gavin Newsom. A week ago, Gavin Newsom was posting a podcast in which he interviewed seriously quote doctor, unquote Phil McGraw, doctor Phil a week ago, Phil, who then rode along on the ice Gestapo raids of civilians here in America a

week ago Gavin Newsom was platforming him. June four, glad Hand interview that utter fraud Phil McGraw, after glad Hand interviewing Gingrich, Michael Savage, Charlie Kirk, and Steve Effing Bannon. Steve Effing Bannon June six, respond to Trump's threats to kneecap California by threatening to lead a tax strike by itself, the most liberal, progressive in your faced political protest proposed

in this century. June seven, June eight, June nine, come back and top it, top the tax strike with calling the bluff of these Halloween mask bullies like this idiot dementia Jay Trump and Tom Homan, who's really tough now that he has appeared. Then June ten, give this speech. That's a hell of a week, Gavin. As an aside, I cannot fathom a faster reversal, a faster steer out from the both sides is let's negotiate with the Nazis.

Kumbay a bullshit skid than the one that constituted Gavin Newsom's last week, nor a more successful one, nor a more important one. As a second aside, I don't care if the podcast and the both sides is bullshit where political calculations or the tax strike idea is a political calculation, or the speech is a political calculation, or the whole thing is a political calculation. About twenty twenty eight, I don't care to quote Lincoln about General Grant. I can't

spare this man. He fights and again. It's not as if what he did was the daffy duck. First, drink some nitroglycerin, a goodly amount of gunpowder, some uranium two thirty eight, shake well, strike an ordinary match, and girls, you'd better hold on near boyfriends. It's that Gavin Newsom in five days did more practical damage to Trump, and even more importantly, gave more practical encouragement to Democrats, big D Democrats and small D Democrats alike, and our allies

and our friends around the world. He did more good than the rest of the zombie Democratic Party has done since Joe Biden was elected. That reality that the playing field wasn't just tilted or stricken or empty, but completely denuded of everything plays its part. Nothing makes you stand out better, Nothing makes your courage an A plus, even if it might really only be a B minus in other circumstances. Nothing makes that stand out if there is

only a blank canvas behind you. Obama on Trump's dismantling of democracy, Well, he put out a couple of tweets defending Obamacare. Chuck Schumer, He's convinced Trump will destroy himself and has apparently taken a year long vow of silence. Kamala Harris. You can tell me you had forgotten about Kamala Harris, hadn't you? I had Hillary Clinton a couple of passable one liners. Pete boutajeedge Oh, he grew a beard to a protest beard or a hockey playoff beard.

I'm not sure which, Josh Shapiro. The exception to this, of course, is Bernie Sanders and Alexandria Ocasio Cortes, who went out there and rallied people and have fought the good f at fight. But unlike Newsome, they bluntly were not simultaneously blessed and cursed by the politician's worst enemy

and his best friend. Events you can't threaten to cut off Trump's money genitals if he doesn't threaten yours first, and you can't dare his himmler to arrest you, if he doesn't threaten to arrest you, and you can't give a speech condemning Trump if you aren't his target, and you can't do any of that without the heft or impact unless you are a governor, and not just a governor, but the governor who happens to be in the eye

of that moment's storm. On the other hand, you can't be any of those things if you are Chuck Schumer, useless, unimaginative, self interested, insisted it is still really nineteen ninety six. We're just going to get back to normal, and most of all, inflexible. The background to Newsom's week was his recognition that he had been going at the wrong speed,

in the wrong direction, on the wrong track. To get to effort, you have to travel there first in your mind, and you have to be willing to actually go there and say, maybe maybe it's time to say the F word. Chuck Schumer is twenty five meetings with consultants and ten weeks of field research and at least one phone call with Ezracline before he is in the same time zone as the general vicinity of nearly within a day's ride of the suburbs of Effet. I think, I think you

cannot reach Effet utterly, insincerely. There may be self interested elements, there may be scenarios of success you see as possibilities, unlikely and remote ones, but you really have to at least three quarters of the way realistically believe, yeah, this is it. You will say this, and then you will get fired, arrested, renditioned, disappeared, or perhaps the worst scenario that Gavin Newsom of last month could have envisioned. After you say it, doctor Phil won't come back for a

second guest shot on the podcast. Instead, Gavin Newsom is suddenly Charles de Gaulle and George Washington and Admiral Dan the Torpedoes full speed ahead. Farragut historical trivia. When Admiral Farragut joined the US Navy as the Civil War started, he was living in Hastings on Hudson, New York, much later my hometown. His house in my house about a fifteen minute walk. He was a Southerner. He got so pissed off at the Confederacy he moved to my hometown.

That is your effet moment. My only true frame of reference on the subject of effet moments is naturally my own small effort moment. I had done commentaries, I had grown increasingly anti Bush, and then one day I read

something Donald Rumsfeldt said about us. His critics, Bush's critics, IRAQS critics said we were suffering from quote moral or intellectual confusion, compared us to those who appeased Hitler, and I detonated, and the sound I heard was af I fully expected the commentary I wrote would get me fired. Instead it got me double the audience, and then there was the YouTube thing, and then all the money to

my bosses, and then the luttle money to me. It bought me five years of room to do such commentaries before NBC found a more unprincipled and easier way to make that money. By what a five years?

been leading that not following me? It said, Carrie said that we will always let somebody else run face first into the brick wall and put the hole in it for us. Gavin Newsom has run face first into the brick wall and put the hole in it for us. And then, by the way, just in case the hole wasn't big enough or the noise wasn't loud enough, he circled around the wall, came back to the beginning point and ran face first into it again, and he put a second hole in it. Everybody can get through it now,

even Schumer could. And the lesson from what Gavin Newsom did is this, do not restrain yourself nor your language. Do not pretend Trump is sane or can be negotiated with. Do not try to tamp down the madness of Maga.

Confront it and dare them to fight about it. And always be animated by that one guiding principle, the one lesson first learned somewhere by one of our caveman ancestors who hit the bully in the head with a rock, the lesson that guided George Washington, the lesson that guided Admiral David Farragut of Hastings on Hudson, New York, and the lesson that clearly has guided Gavin Newsom, the one

guiding principle affet. Practically speaking, by the way, the LA disturbances, and sadly, I think the number of arrests per day has now exceeded the number of arrests at the last Lakers victory celebration in twenty twenty. It is like eighty per day compared to seventy six arrests at the Laker thing.

Practically speaking, the LA disturbances. After Trump's terrorist attack, his domestic terror attack against La and the people who live there, the LA disturbances pretty much ended, or became really really contained. Where are all the riots over there on that one block? Ended? When Mayor Karen Bass had her own effort moment and imposed a curfew Tuesday night. I can't speak to last night. I am recording this last night, but nearly all of

the arrests Tuesday were really like this. You're arrested. Now get out of this neighborhood right here. Okay, you're not arrested anymore. And nearly, and this is from all the news reporters on the scene, nearly all of those who were arrested for curfew violations did not know a curfew had been imposed, per local all news radio my alma

mater KNX. The biggest clash with an LA citizen who really did know there was a curfew and defied it was a woman who lives near police headquarters and she went out anyway after eight pm to walk her dog. Officers LAPD, not Ice, not the guard, not the Marines, not evil Batman. Lapd confronted her and she said, efitt, my dog has to take a with Southern California practicality

an underrated thing, she says. A cordon of officers then walked with her and her dog the breed name has been changed to protect the innocent, until the dog stopped, she says, She and the officers, all of them in their riot gear. Then all all waited and watched and stood around and looked until the dog pooped, and then she gathered it up, and then they all escorted her and the dog and the bag of dog poop back to her apartment. This is not to say it won't

get worse. This is a domestic terror attack. Trump will try it again. If not in Los Angeles, he will try it again somewhere. He may try it again today. He may have tried it again between the time I

recorded this in the time you listen to it. This is to say, though, that nothing will make Trump look more foolish than a situation that has been resolved by a mayor with a curfew before his stormtroopers can get off their transports, or nothing will make him look more stupid that when those stormtroopers hit the streets of American cities, they will find the biggest damage they have to deal with is unauthor dog shit. And by the way, that that phrase, which I won't repeat, that's what this all

looks like to America. Don't don't bother with what they're telling you from the polling at CNN or ABC or CBS or NBC talk about dog poop. You gov for CBS News still alive, defiantly alive, pretending that Edward R. Murrow is the president of News. Now you gov pulling for CBS on this fascist wet dream of the last week. Do you approve of deploying the National Guard to LA? Approve thirty eight percent, disapprove forty five percent. That is

underwater by seven? Do you approve of deploying the Marines to LA? Approved thirty four percent, disapprove forty seven that's underwater by thirteen. I've said before Trump does not need non MAGA support, and that remains true. What he's not getting here is full magas support. You can't have a thirty four percent approval on one of your policies and not have a significant number of your supporters opposing it, knowing it is wrong, knowing it won't work, knowing it

will not end well. One third approval on these moves means there are Trump supporters who are backing away. The first hearing today, incidentally, is on the Newsome suit to rule the usurpation of his control of the California National Guard, which is the law. The usurpation of that is illegal. That is what he wants from the court. And he wants them ordered to dispersed or returned to the governor's control,

which is what the law says. And there is a hearing upcoming on the bid to stop guard Or Marines from going along with the ice cruise. The Gestapo on raids. Leave that to the professionals, doctor Phil. In the interim, the other biggest news story in southern California the thing they go to or yesterday anyway, went to after the latest from the one block long protest. Quiet here, it's been quiet for several hours. There's a guy over there standing.

Oh no, he's waiting for the bus. In the interim, the other biggest news story in southern California appears to be word the sewer taxaes, sewer taxes. It's serious stuff. Sewer taxes are going up in Santa Monica. Oh no, where will Stephen Miller stay when he goes back to his hometown.

Worse than that the holier than now Speaker Mike Johnson, you know, the man who always stops by and wants to know how many closets there are in this house. He actually and pretty obviously publicly tried to get somebody to physically attack Gavin Newsom. That's not my lane. I'm not going to give you legal analysis on whether Gavin Newsom should be arrested. But he ought to be tart

and feathered, I'll say that. I mean, look, he's standing in the way of when you are that deeply into a completely fake life in which you tell yourself your own personality reality is not real, and your religious fervor is the true you, you can throw out terms like he should be tired and feathered without worrying that you are describing a form of torture and in fact public murder on occasion. It is not a metaphor. It is

not a colorful Southern phrase like gumbo. It is a stochastic call for violence against Gavin Newsom, and Speaker Johnson should be prosecuted for it, because, of course, the entire facade of the recent Maga anti violent rhetoric kick that just has fallen apart. Incidentally, remember the screams to arrest former FBI Director Comy or execute him for treason because he wrote eighty six forty seven on Seashells, as if

that had been some sort of assassination call. As opposed to the use of the colloquial term eighty six, which means fire him or we're out of that product. Jesse Waters Moron Hour, which is the title of the eight PM show on Fox. Jesse Waters Moron Hour did the story about the firing of Terry Moran by the cowards at Bob Iger's ABC News the chiron over the Jesse Waters screen. Terry Moran gets eighty six by ABC, so

they killed him. So if I say eighty six Trump's small dick parade Saturday in DC, what did I just say? Is that a cony eighty six or is that a Jesse Water's eighty six? Or does it change depending on the day? And please tell me, dear leader, where can I get an accurate schedule or calendar? Every time? I thank god how these people are stupid? I remember that given the advantages baked into the American system for a government in power, good or evil, to do whatever it wants,

I thank god these people are that stupid. A smart Trump would be a real problem. And that brings us full ser that perhaps was the reality behind Gavin Newsom's effort moment. I'd like to ask him that reality that Trump isn't that smart, that this one may look like a great idea, but troops on the streets, that's not a good idea. It's not a good look. The parade may be worse than the invasion and the terrorist attack

by Trump in LA. All you have to do in response to that is stop playing Trump's version of the Trump Home Game and introduce him instead to a new version in which Mike Tyson's first law applies. And when you do that, Trump will have no chance long term anyway. Mike Tyson's law, that's my seventh cousin. Mike Tyson's law is that everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face. As you listen to the whole of Gavin Newsom's speech, and I'll return with worst persons after

it and after the commercial break that follows it. My connoisseur's advice, as somebody who has built these kind of public addresses designed to be given on TV, is to

listen for the slow burn. To listen how much differently he sounds at the end that at that beginning, and to see if you notice where he escalates and the rapidly decreasing time he takes between each metaphorical punch in the face or in the body, Gavin Newsom throws, this is not just the first grown up speech responding to Trump's evil, it is a really good one too, and it ends with Trump getting metaphorically punched in the face several times.

But instead of focusing on undocumented immigrants with serious criminal records and people with final deportation orders, a strategy both parties have long supported, this administration is pushing mass deportations indiscriminately, targeting hardworking immigrant families, regardless of their roots or risk. What's happening right now is very different than anything we've

seen before. On Saturday morning, when federal agents jumped out of an unmarked van near a home depot parking lot, they began grabbing people, a deliberate targeting of a heavily Latino suburb. A similar scene played out when a clothing company was raided downtown. In other actions, a US citizen nine months pregnant was arrested, a four year old girl, taken, families, separated, friends,

quite literally disappearing. In response, every day, Angelino's came out to exercise their constitutional right to free speech and assembly to protest their government's actions. In turn, the state of California and the City and County of Los Angeles sent our police officers to help keep the peace, and with some exceptions, they were successful. Like many states, California is no stranger to this sort of unrest. We manage it regularly and with our own law enforcement. But this again

was different. What then ensued was the use of tear gas, flash bang grenades, rubber bullets, federal agents detaining people in undermining their due process rights. Donald Trump, without consulting California law enforcement leaders, commandeered two thousand of our state its National Guard members to deploy on our streets illegally and for no reason. This brazen abuse of power by a sitting president inflamed a combustible situation, putting our people, our officers,

and even our National Guard at risk. That's when the downward spiral began. He doubled down on his dangerous National Guard deployment by fanning the flames even harder, and the president he did it on purpose. As the news spread throughout La, anxiety for family and friends ramped up. Protests started again. By night, several dozen law breakers became violent and destructive. They vandalized property, they tried to assault police officers. Many of you have seen the video clips of cars

burning on cable news. If you incite violence, I want to be clear about this, If you incite violence or destroy our communities, you're going to be held to account. That kind of criminal behavior will not be tolerated full stop. Already, more than two hundred and twenty people have been arrested, and we're reviewing tapes to build additional cases, and people

will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Again, thanks to our law enforcement officers and the majority of Angelinos who protested peacefully, the situation was winding down and was concentrated in just a few square blocks downtown. But that's not what Donald Trump wanted. He again chose escalation. He chose more force, He chose theatrics over public safety. He federalized another two thousand Guard members. He deployed more

than seven hundred active US Marines. These are the men and women trained for foreign combat, not domestic law enforcement. We honor their service, we honor their bravery, but we do not want our streets militarized by our own armed forces. Not in La not in California, not anywhere. We're seen un marked cars, unmarked cars in school parking, lots kids afraid of attending their own graduation. Trump is pulling a

military dragnet all across Los Angeles. Well beyond is stated intent to just go after violent and serious criminals, his agents are arresting dishwashers, gardeners, day laborers, and seamstresses. That's just weakness, weakness masquerading as strength. Donald Trump's government isn't protecting our communities. They're traumatizing our communities, and that seems to be the entire point. California will keep fighting. We'll keep fighting on behalf of our people, all of our people,

including in the courts. Just yesterday, we filed a legal challenge to Donald Trump's reckless deployment of American troops to a major American city. Today, we sought an emergency court order to stop the use of the American military to engage in law enforcement activities across US Los Angeles. If some of us could be snatched off the streets without a warrant based only on suspicion or skin color, then

none of us are safe. Authoritarian regimes begin by targeting people who are least able to defend themselves, but they do not stop there. Trump and as loyalists, they thrive on division because it allows them to take more power and exert even more control. And by the way, Trump, he's not opposed to lawlessness and violence as long as it serves him. What more evidence do we need than January sixth, ask everyone take time reflect on this perilous moment. A president who wants to be bound by no law

or constitution perpetuating a unified assault on American traditions. This is a president who, in just over one hundred and forty days has fired government watchdogs that could hold him accountable, accountable for corrupt and fraud. He's declared a war, a war on culture, on history, on science, on knowledge itself. Databases quite literally are vanishing. He's delegitimizing news organizations, and he's assaulting the First Amendment and the threat of defunding

them at threat. He's dictating what universities themselves can teach. He's targeting law firms and the judicial brands that are the foundations of an orderly in civil society. He's calling for a sitting governor to be arrested for no other reason than to, in his own words, for getting elected. And we all know this Saturday, he's ordering our American heroes, the United States military and forcing them to put on a vulgar display to celebrate his birthday, just as other

failed dictators have done in the past. Look, this isn't just about protests here in Los Angeles. When Donald Trump sought blanket authority to commandeer the Nawational Guard, he made that order apply to every state in this nation. This is about all of us. This is about you. California maybe first, but it clearly will not end here. Other states are next. Democracy is next. Democracy is under assault before our eyes. This moment we have feared has arrived.

He's taking a wrecking ball, a wrecking ball to our founding father's historic project, three co equal branches of independent government. They are no longer any checks and balances. Congress is nowhere to be found. Speaker Johnson has completely abdicated that responsibility. The rule of law has increasingly been given way to the rule of Don the founding fathers. They didn't lived and died to see this kind of moment. It's time for all of us to stand up. Justice Brandeis he

said it best. In a democracy, the most important office, with all due respect, mister president, is not the president Andy, and it's certainly not governor. The most important office is office of citizen. At this moment, at this moment, we all need to stand up and be held to account a higher level of accountability. If you exercise your First

Amendment rights, please please do it peacefully. I know many of you are feeling deep anxiety, stress and fear, but I want you to know that you are the antidote to that fear and that anxiety. What Donald Trump wants most is your fealty, your silence to be complicit in this moment. Do not give in to him.

should be only one such day. Good news. In fact, there is a National Pet Memorial Day in September as well, so this seems like the perfect time to remember again the life of an extraordinary little dog cared for but given up on because he had dementia or a stroke or something or he was just shy of fifteen years old.

And it happens then and then his life turned around, and for its last two years he was a puppy again who spent much of his day literally jumping for joy, and I was fortunate enough to be there with him. Let me share with you this extraordinary guy, Minae and his just extraordinary passing on an unforgettable Sunday in July of last year for World Pet Memorial Day and mine gotcha day, le mote deminee coming up first. Believe it or not, there's still more new idiots to talk about.

The roundups of the miscrants, morons and doun in Kruger effects specimens who constitute today's other worse persons in the world, the brons worse Senator Kevin Kramer of North Dakota. There are degrees of the devils who are infected with Maga disease. It's kind of hard to believe, but Senator Josh you go girl, January sixth, Insurrectionists Hawley wants the federal minimum salary, the hourly wage raised to fifteen dollars an hour. It has been at less than half. It has been at

seven dollars and twenty five cents since nineteen ten. I think just a guess. So naturally, Senator Hawley had to get brushed back on Fox by another Republican Senator Kramer, who is, of course worse. Quote from Kramer, I don't even know why we have a federal minimal wage. To be honest, I think the market works really well. I just think manipulating markets with mandatory wages doesn't make any sense. Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses? All right?

The last part of the quote was actually Ebenezer Scrooge. But mister Kramer cannot conceive that the purpose of a minimum wage is not to facilitate business, which is what it sounds like. He thinks it's there for it's there so people, can, you know, eat and live inside. Mister Kramer himself has never actually worked for a living. Out of grad school, he began to work for and then

manage political campaigns. He became chairman of the North Dakota State Republican Party in nineteen ninety one, the youngest ever to do it. And the only thing worse than being chairman of the North Dakota State Republican Party is not being chairman of the North Dakota State Republican Party age thirty. That means he stopped doing any work the day after his appointment in age thirty. So since then, Kevin Kramer has managed to lose a string of elections for the

House of Representatives spanning two centuries. Finally, after sixteen years of failure, he was elected in twenty twelve, and then he made the Senate in twenty eighteen, where he is now a prostitute. So of course he doesn't even know why we have a federal minimum wage or minimum wage. He's never had a job. He's a lifelong politician and thus of no value to anyone. On top of which he's a North Dakota politician. Nothing against North Dakota, but

the politicians there. Yeah, the runner up worser Tulsey Gabbard speaking of being of no value to anyone, The Director of National utter lack of intelligence. You know, skunkhead. For some reason, Telsey Gabbard has decided to waste an unannounced amount of taxpayer money on a kind of semi religious snuff film about atomic war to scare everybody to argue against Iran having nuclear camp I would It's not clear.

It makes no sense whatsoever. Maybe to her in it she included one of the great pieces of bullshit ever designed, the one designed long ago to satisfy morons like well, like Telsey Gabbard. It's the idea that there are underground bunkers so that the rich they can survive nuclear war. So they're in favor of it for some reason because property values will go up, or they never get around to the reason why the elites want to have a nuclear war.

There's nothing to survive, nothing to return to, and there are no elites with secret bunkers designed to let them pop back out next week. The only secret, large empty bunkers are the ones between your ears. Dipshit, but the winner worst. Jake Tapper of CNN, you may recall as much as Bob Eiger and the whoores at Disney and ABC News want you to forget that. ABC News suspended their veteran reporter Terry Moran, who actually confronted Trump in

an interview just weeks ago. After Terry then wrote a clearheaded, calm, but perhaps eh ill timed analysis of the difference between how Donald Trump hates and how Stephen Miller hates. They said he was suspended for editorial and whatever. They suspended him because he called Trump and Miller what they are. And Eiger doesn't want this. He's still trying to bribe and appease Trump. Miran could easily remain suspended for ever.

ABC wants this to go away. ABC wants Terry Moran to go away because the White House, which sells itself on hatred and rage and revenge, is inexplicably objecting to an incident in which a real news organization points this out, objecting when a Terry Moran points out what Trump and Miller feed themselves and their cult on what fuels their monstrous attempt to overthrow our form of government. What they boast about. The whole point of MAGA is the cruelty

and the hatred. Seems to me they should have pulled lines from Terry Moran's tweet, like movie publicists who still poll lines from good reviews and stick them on the ads for the movies. Steven Miller is a hater Terry Moran,

ABC News. In any event, Terry Moran's fate is made still more curious by the fact that an identical, albeit briefer transgression of whatever rule ABC just made up that they think Terry Moran transgressed, was also transgressed by Jake Tapper, who, in the year's time since the Biden debate, has destroyed his career and sent his reputation plummeting to Joe Scarborough levels of non credibility and non relevance. I just don't understand why CNN has not suspended Jake Tapper. If Moran

strayed into political opinion? What is this? Fox News posts Fetterman. That would be Senator Fetterman from Pennsylvania and the cannimate planet. Fetterman calls out quote anarchy in LA, noting that DEM's forfeit moral high ground by failing to decry violence. This was retweeted by Jonah Goldberg. Among other things, is the daughter of the woman who was behind the Clinton Lewinsky scandal. Jonah is proved to be kind of acceptable over the years.

His mother was a witch. Jonah Goldberg. Sometimes I think Fetterman is the only Democrat who gets what annoys so many people about Democrats. This all the retweet is now reposted retweeted by Jake Tapper. There it is Jake Tapper and his logo. I guess this is an American ball to you go. It might be a profile of Jake's head.

I'm not sure. Jake Tapper reposted Jonah Goldberg reposting Fox News quoting fedri So, this is reposted by Jake Tapper, So it's political opinion by Senator Fetterman, posted by an opinion network called Fox. Reposted by a political opinion writer named Jonah Goldberg, re reposted by Jake Tapper, who isn't supposed to do opinion, He's just supposed to do the news. He boasts that he doesn't do opinion, He condescends, towards and insults everybody who does do opinion, and yet here

he is posting an opinion. Why hasn't Jake Tapper been suspended by CNN for that matter, after his journalistic malpractice over Biden and over the sales of his own Biden book. Why hasn't Jake Tapper been fired? The only thing I can figure is the best punishment for somebody who transgresses its CNN is to make them work more at CNN. Jake, by the way, his Twitter account does not say retweets

do not equal endorsements. That's why you have that saying in their Tapper two days other worst person end I have joked previously, but contained within that joke is a very sincere thought I would pay sometimes, I say five thousand dollars, ten thousand dollars one hundred thousand dollars to see a full length documentary program about the first fifteen

years of MiNet German Olderman's life. I know he was born in New York on July fifteenth, two thousand and seven, and that you helped me celebrate his seventeenth birthday just

a week and a day ago. And until I encountered him in twenty twenty two, I knew nothing of him, and all the records, all the anecdotes, almost all of the verbal stories are gone because his human got sick and sicker and began to lose much of her cognitive function and declined and one day went to the hospital and did not come back, and had made no arrangements for what was to happen to Mene and other dogs. She had at least two Malteses. We don't know what

happened to them. I've heard stories that suggested they were left to fend for their own in an apartment for a while. Happily, I know that the neighbor and a former student of messer Man who taught French, a man named Keith Peterson, came across Menee and knew of me from the neighborhood and from his teacher and knew she had gone away, and wondered what happened to the dogs, and he began to feed them. And he was prepared in the summer of twenty twenty two to adopt me Nee.

And then something changed in his life and he was going to be traveling once a month or so, perhaps more often, and the whole premise fell through. In addition to the fact that he recognized that mine was not well, something had happened to him. He kept bumping into things, he didn't walk correctly, his back looked a little crooked. It looked like something bad had happened to him neurologically, and he did not know what would be next or

if he could care for me Nee. So he went looking for an organization that might take care of Maltese. Is there must be some sort of Maltese rescue association? Well, there are two of them. One the one I would

recommend to you is American Maltese Association Rescue. It is run by a dear friend of mine named Sue Levitt, and we take care of MALTI That's where I got my little boy Ted, who had a very bad heart and was not really believed to be a likely candidate to last ten months and Ted just turned six years old. And where we got Mishu, whose story I've told you before, who had tetrology of fullow, a disease barely treatable in large dogs, let alone four or five pound malteses. And

he had a brilliant, happy brief life. And he died in my arms at five and a half months old. And that happened in November of twenty twenty one, which is when I discovered I could handle four dogs at the same time. And again I didn't have a dog in my life until twenty twelve. I didn't know when I broke up with my girlfriend in twenty fifteen if I could take care of two dogs by myself. And suddenly I had four, including one who was a hospice puppy.

So after that I was offered by the people who had bred Mishu one of his brothers from a late litter, and they came in here and they were monsters. Mishu was a wonderful dog who liked to start fights, had no energy, couldn't really oxygen eight he couldn't he could breathe fine, He just could not. Once the oxygen got into his bloodstream, he could not pass it anywhere around his body or insufficiently, so he would start fights and then sit back and watch the other dogs fight. On

the other hand, he also was communal. He brought the dogs together literally and figuratively. He was a lovely boy, and he just didn't live very long. But I was offered his brothers. And his brothers had all the strength in the world, and they were like something out of a horror film. They could climb up walls. The first one bit me, bit each of the other dogs, then came back and bit us all in the genitals. The next one was trouble. He was able to climb up

out of his cage. He had the most beautiful marbles like blue eyes ever seen on a dog, and he was a silent killer. These two dogs later found homes in which they were either the only male or the only dog, and they have had happy lives ever since. They did not have the same heart disease that felled poor Misho. In any event. After Mishu's passing and after the failed two weeks with Kubush and Snowy, Mishu's brothers there were three of us again here in the household,

three dogs and me. They're human. And one day my friend Sue Levitt texted me and said, we've got a terrible case. We had a woman in Hell's kitchen and she died in her eighties and she didn't take care of the dogs. And there's one dog left. And I mean, he's fourteen, and he has dementia and he has bad teeth,

and who's going to adopt that? And I sent back the raised hand emoji, because you know, as I've said previously, you don't know till you have a dog that the answer to the question what is the meaning of life? Is not fully answered by the word dogs, but it's partially answered by that word. One of the reasons of life, one of the reasons for life, one of the reasons for putting up with life, one of the reasons for

putting up with other humans is dogs. And honestly, the only thing I can think of in the column of what's good about mankind is we've lots of us taken care of dogs and other pets too. Other than that, I don't know what purpose we have. Other than that, I don't know what good, what net good we have done this planet, or where we would fit into some sort of scheme, whether it is intentional, created or accidental.

The through line to all the theories about why we are on Earth, from atheism to the most pure religious doctrinaire theories, all have this one through line. As the Great Bill Hicks said, people suck. I can prove it on an etche sketch. In any event, I'm meandering on this to try to avoid the topic of poor Mine. So I raised my hand and the warning was Mine is not going to interact with you. Something happened to him. He has dementia. He really doesn't know where he is.

He's okay outside, but he's really confused. His human went away after fourteen nearly fifteen years, and he doesn't know what happened to her. And Maltese is particularly attached to one human for life, and if something happens to that human, something will happen to the Maltese. So came a day in June of twenty twenty two when Keith Peterson brought Mine. And it's a French name, m I n et. It means kitty in French colloquial French. Mine is kitty and as I said, right then, this must have led to

extraordinary confusion in his first fifteen years. Something else to put in the documentary. Me Nay and Keith Peterson and I met up outside one of the entryways into Central Park, and I picked me May up and sat him on my lap and noticed two things. One was his teeth smelled from a distance from feet they were so bad away from feet away, his teeth smelled. He was a thin dog, but not scary thin. He just was very,

very wiry. And he was standing there on my lap, and he decided he didn't want to do that anymore, so he leaped to the pavement. And I thought to myself, let's not leave him up on places where he can leap, because he doesn't have any idea when not to leap, which proved to be another through line in his existence. So fingers crossed and hoping to improve his lot for however many months or years he had left, in came me Nay to join the rest of my pupps. They

really didn't know what to make of him. They didn't interact much. Mine did a lot of sleeping. He was, after all, a month shy of his fifteenth birthday, and not in good health, and the rest of the time was heartbreaking. Minee walked around the house always, this could be said of him. He did his steps, and he

hydrated a lot. He must have walked every day a mile or two miles indoors, and sadly, when he got here, you could have traced the pattern, having watched him do it once or twice, exactly where he would walk in my apartment, where he would bump into walls. And it became pretty evident to me that he was retracing the steps at Madame Germain's house. That he could not adjust to a new apartment, he could not adjust to new walls. The other dogs, well, there were other dogs, but they

weren't the right dogs. And then there was the smell of his teeth. My vet came to look at him, and mine slept a lot and didn't really interact. He ate pretty well, he ate okay, And then my vet came in and said, I'm looking at his teeth, and some of these teeth are in such bad shape that I'm afraid they will begin to infect his airways. There's no sign of this spreading. His heart is great, his heart is extraordinary for a fourteen to fifteen year old dog. It would be a good heart for a six year

old dog or a six month old dog. He's got a strong ticker. He's going to live a while, but these teeth will kill him if you don't do something about it. I think you need to get a hold to day of the veterinary dentists, the dental experts at the Animal medical Center. In the interim. I think I can take a few of these teeth out right now

with a little topical and maybe just my fingers. I've been through a lot with my dogs, and I've been prized at how much I have been willing to be there for them when they have been in excruciating pain or fear. This is the only time in twelve years with dogs that I had to leave the room. The noises Minee made when he had barely spoken before, when

he never barked, howls of incredible pain and fear. And she only took out three or four of the teeth that were literally loose to the touch, So she stopped after I think six, and then we went into the Animal medical center and all his teeth were removed. I had my other dogs checked, some of them lost half of their teeth. My little girl Rose had no symptoms of it, but she had advanced periodontal disease. She was very sick. She was about to have be in the

same situation Minee was. Without symptoms, it would have happened overnight. We took out half of her teeth. She woke up from the anesthesia, all of her allergies disappeared. Within weeks, her curvy puppy figure was back, and she was eight years old. I went into my dentist and I said, hey, I need to be about twenty percent smarter. Can you pull some of my teeth out? And the guy goes, We've got very bad news for you. You have an absolutely clean checkup, and I said, this is the first

one since nineteen sixty eight. Sorry me. Nay, having had all of his teeth removed, woke up from the anesthesia, came home to my house, fell asleep, woke up again. Now it's about eight ten, twelve hours after we got him back from the hospital, and he got up, left the little bed in my bedroom next to my bed, and wandered out and came over and started to stare at me, like who the hell are you? Or Since I always envisioned him speaking in a French accent, who

the hell are you? And he looked at the other dogs, like, who the hell are you? Where am I? And where did these other dogs come from? It was instantaneous me Nay did not have dementia. He might have had a little He was the equivalent then of a ninety five year old man. He might have been a little slow. I know this hasn't been a topic anywhere in public

discourse lately. He might have been a little slow. But the problem he had was he had these terrible teeth, and the moment they were out and the blood stopped, which was pretty quick, he started to get younger. And I mean he started to get younger every day. He was a little sharper, a little bit more interactive, still on his own, still sleeping sixteen eighteen hours a day in a bed that I found for him by accident,

that he treated like the womb. He would curl up in there, and the blissfulness of his sleeping experience made me jealous. And then I took him out for the first time because my last experience with him was he jumped off onto the hard pavement outside Central Park. I don't know if he's a good walker. His serenity upon

hearing the sounds of New York City is indescribable. A look would come across his face, and whereas indoors, he didn't really particularly like you picking him up or holding him, and he certainly didn't like a vet prying at his teeth or anything like that. If you wanted to pick him up and sit him on your lap, as long as you were on a park bench, he was the happiest creature on this earth. He'd walk with you for

two hours, he'd sit with you for two hours. If you were walking him with another dog, he would immediately sink up with that dog's pace. If it was just you and him, he would sync up with your pace. I swear there were times when I had not stopped or slowed down, and he was slowing down because he knew I was going to And gradually through that winter and into the spring of twenty twenty three, he got more and more interactive. One tenth of one percent every

day other dogs walk to pee or to poop. Mine walked to walk, and to walk with you or walk with another dog. An extraordinary creature. And finally, not long after his sixteenth birthday last year, the most extraordinary thing I have ever experienced with my dogs, and the first time Stevie ever relieved herself on a walk. It was under a marquee that read Fox News, and I picked her up and said, I will always love you. So I've seen some extraordinary things even though I only have

twelve years in the world of dog. The most extraordinary thing I ever saw began sometime in the late summer last year, maybe about this time, right after mine turned sixteen. I saw it briefly out of the corner of my eye and didn't believe what I'd seen. The stripes on the New York City streets are crosswalks. They're almost a barber pole effect, usually white on the black tarmac surface, and sometimes the stripes are two three inches thick. And Menee was seeing them with his one really good eye

and leaping over them. Consider this for a second. Mine had been a year before unable to negotiate his way around a new apartment, half because of vision problems, half because of neurological problems that were in fact dental problems, almost one hundred percent, and now he was, for some reason leaping in the air. I thought he was sick.

I thought there was some new neurological problem. And then he did it again on a different stripe, and then he did it again up onto a curb, and then we went out on a walk and he did it

ten times. And I began to hear people laughing behind me, and getting over my natural paranoia, thinking what's on the back of my I realized people who were not expecting this were seeing this tiny, skinny, eight pound dog who sometimes had to wear a sweater in the summer, jumping up in the air, sometimes reaching I would say, ten inches off the ground. Last October, I ordered God help me a selfie stick. I wanted to see from his level what in the hell he was doing and try

to figure out why. I put the selfie stick and put the phone on it, hung it down at his level, and sometimes I shot in slow motion and sometimes in full speed, and I recorded me nay, and I saw something even more startling. There was no question that this was premeditated and intentional, and he was enjoying it because after each jump, he would locate the camera and look at it and stare it down like James Harden, the basketball player backing away after a successful shot. What do

you think of that? Pal Mena, of course without any teeth, had a tongue that hung out of his mouth, adding to his extraordinary cuteness and this leaping ability, which got better and better the more he tried it, and it

was clear he must have done it before. You don't suddenly, after years of neurological problems, decide to start becoming an Olympic jumper at sixteen, at the equivalent of ninety five now as a dog as a human years he would do this forty or fifty times on a trip, sometimes when there were no white stripes, when we weren't crossing anything, when we were in the parking, to jump over the

grooves in the pavement. And I discovered from the videos and from careful analysis that he had three different jumps. He had your standard I'm running and moving fast and I'm using my own propulsion to just spring upwards and then down and stick the landing by the way each time. And he had another one where he knew he was going up onto a curb and he angled himself. His launch angle, baseball fans, was about five percent higher. And

then he introduced the third one, the standing jump. He'd be walking across the street and stop and see how far he could go without any momentum. He did this all of last winter. As spring approached, it became evident he was beginning to slow down a little bit of his own accord as his seventeenth birthday neared and he didn't do as many jumps at first. His extraordinary longevity and his extraordinary stamina on walks continued. If we wanted to go to two hours in the park, sure, maybe

you could give me a lift? Gone up the hill that was his only problem. And the leaps became fewer and farther between, and sometimes a little shorter, And sometimes when he wasn't quite in the mood, he'd just do a little hop. He'd just clear it, basically to say yeah, I can still do this, and then on he'd go. The most extraordinary thing I have ever seen with a dog, and I saw Stevie poop under the Fox News sign

me nay. We had him examined neurologically in March, just to see if there was something to make whatever time he had left more enjoyable easier to get through because he bumped into things. He was beginning to lose control, and he'd never had full control of his limbs, which made these jumps even more extraordinary. It's not quite he got up out of a wheelchair and did these leaps,

but neurologically speaking, was almost like that. The neurologist had no explanation for this other than he liked it, very good reason to keep doing it. But he would bump into things, and we thought, well, maybe there's something that would help him, and there wasn't. But they did determine. They were confident that at some point in the past he'd actually had a stroke. So he had a little dementia and a stroke, and he was an Olympic level

hurdler and leaper. He began to bump into things a lot more in the last few months, and I thought, what do I do about this? Well, I'm the only person, I think, in the city of New York whose walls are baby proofed at a height of about four inches or so. They worked wonderfully. Now when he would bump into a wall, instead of maybe getting a concussion, he would just bounce into some rubber foam. In fact, he

learned how too. When he didn't have full control of his legs guide himself along by putting his head intentionally against the rubber foam and just kind of pushing. He ate like a horse without teeth. He loved the soft meals that I got for him, and he thrived on them, and he would still eat the hard treats that he liked. The kibble, and often he would take a piece of kibble and put it in the water bowl, let it soak for a while, and come back for it later

and suck on it like a cough drop. Dementia, my ass, it's one of the smartest beings I have ever met in my life. I don't think I was honest with myself about how mine began to slow down. Early in the summer, we didn't get to walk that much because we went directly from spring into hell. This year in New York. As I'm sure you've experienced too, it got really warm, really fast. He didn't like really warm, and

he didn't like really cold. Well. Hell, he was basically one hundred years old now, and as his seventeenth birthday approached, it began to be evident that he was slowing down a little bit. I had to carry him a little bit more. There were occasionally hops, but mostly it was just a good forty minute walk was a delight for him. We had one last Thursday. It didn't end that well. He seemed to be having real trouble controlling his back legs.

Of course, when I got him home, the back legs had gotten stiff and he was kind of folding over them. I got him home, he was fine. He walked around the house for two hours, but he didn't eat that night, and he didn't eat Friday, and he was listless. I will say this for him, in the last four or five months, he had suddenly uniformly accepted all of us.

Where he was always hanging back in my bedroom in his little womblike bed, now he would greet me with the other dogs at the front door when I came home. He would often give me a kiss with that big hanging out tongue of his. And in the last few months particularly, he stopped living in the bedroom and would often just stagger out into the living room where the

dogs and I were working. I was working the dogs, really weren't I have to confess that he would come out, come over and give me a kiss on the ankle if I wanted to pick him up, and he wanted to be picked up. He'd come and sit with us for a while, and then he'd sort of motion like he wanted to get down back on the floor, and he'd go over to his bed in the living room and sleep out here with us for eight hours, just

out of a sense of community. So he was still doing that and then wandering back in to sleep on the floor next to the bed, because obviously I couldn't keep him in the bed with the other dogs and me. He tended to fall off things like that. No matter how good a jumper you are, you're not a good

jumper if you don't know you're about to jump. And then last Thursday he wasn't really eating, and last Friday he was very listless, and I took him in my arms and I went outside and sat on the balcony a long conversation with him, and I said, you're just wearing out. And the feeling I got back was yeah, but I have some time. He didn't urinate at all, and this was one of his major hobbies. He tried so hard. He had been so good at the pad, and he tried so hard, and I think he thought

he was doing real well. Unfortunately, his definition of what the pad was became a little broader than it should have been. Any soft surface became the pad. But he wasn't peeing. He didn't pee Friday, and he didn't eat. And you don't have to be a twelve year dog owner or a one year dog owner to know if your dog stops eating and he's old, he's checking out.

And so I envisioned this Friday night, having just celebrated his seventeenth birthday, an extraordinary accomplishment for any dog, but particularly wanted out a stroke and neurological problems and was near well. He starved to death. At some point I think he's done a great job. We'll let him go. We don't have to do anything about it. He'll go on his own, particularly if he's not eating. And then Saturday morning he had getting up out of bed because

he was still sleeping. He called to me a couple of times to come out and just hold him for a little bit, and he had a surprisingly high little bark. His I'm hungry bark was very French. His uh hello was a puppy, a high pitched puppy bar. He barked and got up to greet me and fell over and wriggled like a dead bug on the floor for about

a minute. It was a miniature seizure, and given his neurological history, I actually thought it was good news because it suggested maybe there was some thing to fix here. Maybe it wasn't just placidly saying okay, time you know it. I know it. Took him into the Animal Medical Center, took him, at the advice of all the people I know over there, into the emergency room. Treated wonderfully. They said, he's low on fluids. We can do this much for him.

Leave him here overnight, we'll assess in the morning. We'll get him fluids. We'll get him a little shunt here and take his blood work and see how his kidneys are doing, because he had kidney problems his whole life, apparently anecdotally. That's in the documentary. They won't let me see about him kidding. Sunday morning, I got a phone call saying he'd had a good night. Nothing had changed. He wasn't any better, he wasn't any worse. He was alert.

An hour later I got a call from the internal medicine people who had taken over his case from the emergency room. They said, no not. Things have not gone well. His kidney values are down to zero, his temperature is down, He's developed a heart murmur, and his heart was his strongest organ. He's not really responding. He's not standing on his own. You ought to consider this is the end. And you may want to hasten the end because there's

no evidence it hurts. But if your organs are going to start shutting down, it may begin to hurt fairly soon and in very very unpleasant ways, in addition to the fear and the shock and the confusion. And so I made the decision to do that. Sunday afternoon. I went over, picked him up and thought, well, it's not

like there's a rush here or anything. What is it he likes most in the world Outdoors in the city near the Animal Medical Center is the fifty ninth Street Bridge, or for you out of towner's Edward and Kotch Bridge, Queensboro. We don't even like to call it the Queensboro Bridge. That's for people in Queens US Manhattanites, we call it the fifty ninth Street Bridge. There's a song, the fifty

ninth Street Song, fifty ninth Bridge strong song. So we went and sat in the new park that they built in some I don't know, I think abandoned exit from the FDR drive. And the breeze was perfect. It was a little warm, but the breeze was perfect. In me nay, barely able to raise his head, sat there and took little SIPs of water from water that I put on his tongue with my finger, and he would stretch, stretching like he was asleep and just stretching, getting comfortable and

sitting there with me and communing. Supposed to be there. I think my plan was, I guess half an hour or an hour, and then take him inside and give him the medication that would end his life. Well, we were there three and a half hours. Again, what's the rush there is? I will say this for any dog owner who worries about their dog, and I shouldn't say owner, anybody owned by a dog who worries about their dog. There is an extraordinary liberation to a time like that.

Make it three and a half hours. Take him out of the hospital. What's the difference. Give him a cigarette. You're not gonna hurt him, That's what I said. They said, Well, if he begins to have it, he has another seizure, bring him back. I was like, why, what's gonna harm him? We want him to die painlessly. That's all I'm concerned about.

Is he in pain? Doesn't look like it. So we sat out there for three and a half hours and it was a period of time with no fear or anxiety or stress or how can I screw this up? And he seemed to enjoy it too. The breeze was wonderful. He always loved the breeze in New York City. And the sounds of the FDR drive and the river and the bridge and the tram going overhead. My god. And then I reached put some water on his tongue and he didn't really respond to it, and he hadn't stretched

in probably twenty twenty five minutes. A couple of birds flew by, and I thought, it's time. The rest of it. If you've ever been through it fairly routine, me nay, good to the last drop, gets the injection, And one last, convinced moment that he was at the peapad, he peed on my pants. I actually smiled. He broke the tension. A wax philosophical at a later time about the value of adopting they're being adopted by a geriatric dog. Not just a senior dog, but a senior dog is okay too,

but a dog that needs a home. Nothing like it. A wax philosophical and poetic about that at some future time, spare me doing it now. I will give him credit for extraordinary timing. I got to seventeen. Anything else you need, all right? Check? Please Mine German Oberman July fifteenth, two thousand and seven to July twenty first, twenty twenty four. Thank you. My tattoo of mine here on just below my right wrist shows him in the middle of one

of his leaps. And of course when I recorded the story of his passing, I did not know that he had a brother named Paul Ann, who was apparently a lovely dog and passed away long before he did, and a sister, Mimi Shah, who was Ah. She was Mine's sister.

We'll just be nice and say that I could not have known when I recorded that that nearly two months earlier, two months before mine died, a pup had been born in Mississant, Massachusetts, another Maltese who needed extensive heart surgery to survive, and had already been named Kit and would shortly be sent to me for safe keeping and to in effect take Manet's spot on the team. Mine, as I mentioned, is colloquial French for kitty, as in kit.

I'm not a big one for deities and foregone conclusions and unseen forces, but a dog named Kitty in French dies and is replaced by a dog named Kit worked for me. Thanks for listening. Most of our countdown music was arranged, produced, and performed by Brian Ray and John Phillip Shaneil our musical director's of Countdown and produced by

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