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The birth of four tiger cubs at the Wrocław Zoo had to be kept a close secret—such was the scale of the news and the impact it would likely have on the zoo-going public. Nuri, the cub’s mother, carried four healthy babies to term on July 22nd, and with the unlooked-for care and attention of […] The post Polish Zoo Celebrates ‘Globally unprecedented’ Birth of 4 Critically-Endangered Sumatran Tigers – (LOOK) appeared first on Good News Network.

News The Girl in the Lake Amazon MGM Snags Lauren Oliver’s The Girl in the Lake; Scarlett Johansson to Potentially Star The script hasn’t been written yet, but Oliver’s latest was snapped up By Vanessa Armstrong | Published on October 22, 2024 Credit: Marvel Studios Comment 0 Share New Share Credit: Marvel Studios Lauren Oliver, the author behind bestselling young adult books like Delirium, Panic, and Before I Fall, has sold the adult mystery thriller The Girl in the Lake to Amazon MGM Studios, who will develop it under their United Artists label. According to Deadline, who broke the news, the project sold at auction is a “high-end screen deal” and an auction is about to happen for rights to publish the book version. And while Oliver has yet to write the script (or the book), Scarlett Johansson’s production company is also on board, with Johansson (pictured above as her Marvel character, Black Widow) potentially starring once she has a chance to review the script. The plot for the movie is being kept under wraps, but Deadline reports that it’s pitched as “What Lies Beneath meets The Sixth Sense.” That suggests a strong supernatural element, as 2000’s What Lies Beneath sees a ghost haunting a couple played by Harrison Ford and Michelle Pfeiffer for reasons, and 1999’s The Sixth Sense features a kid who can see dead people (one of whom we don’t know are dead until close to the end of the movie). The project is still in its very early days, obviously—there’s not even a script yet!—but with Johansson attached and the associated buzz around the auction, odds are slightly better that this will make its way to a screen near you sometime in the next few years.[end-mark] The post Amazon MGM Snags Lauren Oliver’s <i>The Girl in the Lake</i>; Scarlett Johansson to Potentially Star appeared first on Reactor.

Excerpts Southern Reach Read an Excerpt From Jeff VanderMeer’s Absolution A new novel in the Southern Reach series—one of the most provocative and popular speculative fiction series of our time. By Jeff VanderMeer | Published on October 22, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from Absolution, the surprise fourth volume in Jeff VanderMeer’s Southern Reach series—available now from MCD. When the Southern Reach trilogy was first published a decade ago, it was an instant sensation, celebrated in a front-page New York Times story before publication, hailed by Stephen King and many others. Each volume climbed the bestseller list; awards were won; the books made the rare transition from paperback original to hardcover; the movie adaptation became a cult classic. All told, the trilogy has sold more than a million copies and has secured its place in the pantheon of twenty-first-century literature.And yet for all this, for Jeff VanderMeer there was never full closure to the story of Area X. There were a few mysteries that had gone unsolved, some key points of view never aired. There were stories left to tell. There remained questions about who had been complicit in creating the conditions for Area X to take hold; the story of the first mission into the Forgotten Coast—before Area X was called Area X—had never been fully told; and what if someone had foreseen the world after Acceptance? How crazy would they seem?Structured in three parts, each recounting a new expedition, Absolution is a brilliant, beautiful, and ever-terrifying plunge into unique and fertile literary territory. There are some long-awaited answers here, to be sure, but also more questions, and profound new surprises. It is the final word on one of the most provocative and popular speculative fiction series of our time. 002: THE CAVALRY In addition to equipment and supplies, the biologists had brought a kind of burden with them to the Forgotten Coast, and it was with a sense of relief that they prepared to release that burden into the marshes before setting up a base camp. That this burden had been imposed on them could be sensed in how they spoke about the process of transporting their unwieldy subjects to the release site. That they, in this one particular, shared an affinity with the locals, in not knowing how the burden had been imposed, despite the attached documents, the apparent bona “des of the burden’s university sponsors. “We could not wait to be free to conduct our general explorations,” Team Leader 1 said, while Team Leader 2 observed that “Megafauna always catch the eye of journals, but I would rather observe the bubble fortresses of the crayfish on the mud flats, because we know so little about their ways.” For, within a week of arriving at the Forgotten Coast, the biologists would release the alligators they had brought from one hundred miles south into the local ecosystems. This plan would not be common knowledge to the locals for some weeks, for reasons unclear to Old Jim. When it did, the county sheriff spared the expedition a visit, only dissuaded from issuing some kind of ticket, or even warning, by the presentation of so many federal government permits. Or as Man Boy Slim put it, “Quills out, folks. The biologists went quills out over those alligators.” But the locals had a wider, more practical objection to the experiment than just how it had been withheld from them. “There must be ten thousand alligators up here already,” Man Boy Slim’s friend Drunk Boat said in disbelief, when word did finally get out. “There must be a hundred million alligators up here. Already.” Buy the Book Absolution Jeff VanderMeer Buy Book Absolution Jeff VanderMeer Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget “Drunk Boat” was Man Boy Slim’s nickname for the Village Bar’s alcoholic poet in residence—a man of letters who had not been above a bit of night poaching with a flashlight and, of all things, a handgun. (Old Jim had read up on Man Boy Slim’s file by then, and his nod to an obscure French poet didn’t surprise him. Despite initial impressions, Man Boy Slim had a fine academic record, with a college emphasis on English before he had dropped out from lack of funds.) As far as the biologists knew, the four large, “fifteen-year-old alligators had been captured in the wild. But in the margin of the files, that place where a separate truth often flourished, Old Jim read a shorthand on the alligators that gave them a different origin. Three had been plucked fortuitous from roadside zoos and the fourth—the largest female, “code name Smaug”—came from some prior Central experiment. The university sponsor did not exist. While under anesthetic at the release location, the alligators were fitted with an adjustable soft harness that the experiment notes promised “had the necessary give and pull to not be slipped nor pose a hazard to the reptile.” The harnesses had been attached to a thin but strong rubber-coated wire that led to a radio receiver embedded in a spinner and that attached to a bobber. When the battery ran out, the spinner would power the tracker in the bobber by the reptile’s movements through the water and, erratically, by the wind when the beast hauled itself onto land. One stated goal was to “eld-test cutting-edge equipment, while the primary purpose consisted solely of seeing if the alligators would, via wetlands and interconnected waterways, return to their prior locations. How, then, did bodies understand the landscape? How did minds flourish or wither, still tuned to a distant frequency? “In other words, could these reptiles be reintroduced to areas of scarcity and be expected to remain there?” Team Leader 1 posed the question, paraphrasing from the brief imposed upon them, itself a kind of “cover.” “What kind of site loyalty has such a beast? What stressors in a new environment might evoke site loyalty? Would what might be called ‘cultural mutations’ need to occur in addition to what we might call ‘normal’ adaptations?” This suggested a life of the mind to Old Jim that he found disturbing, but Central’s only scribble in the margin of the transcript noted that Team Leaders 1 and 2 had formed a “close bond” during training. Surely this information was irrelevant? Some in the Village would later call the four alligators the Cavalry, despite what happened next. In the fierce and abiding imagination of the Forgotten Coast, the Cavalry remained forever and eternal, still roamed the swamps and marshes. Still lived on in more than memory—cherished yet feared, such that many an unexplained “incident” in later years would be attributed, perhaps comfortingly, to “the Cavalry.” The day of the release, the biologists gathered on a raised berm at the edge of a lake that fed into swamp landward and marsh seaward, a liminal place that held a brackish kind of fresh water, neither one thing nor the other. It was bright and breezy, with tree swallows darting through the blazing blue sky. The drugged reptiles had been outfitted with their gear and constrained by containers that resembled huge, long coolers with removable wire-mesh tops and collapsible doors in the front. Nothing in the expedition’s official journals hinted at errors or false steps in the release, but Team Leader 2 would later write in her journal that “The moment felt fraught, tense, of greater importance than the actual purpose of the release.” Team Leaders 1 and 2 must not have thought the release important enough to record via video footage, in the context of their other work. The team’s medic alluded to “some still shots,” which did not exist in Central’s archives. But, no matter, someone had secretly hidden a grainy surveillance camera on-site, and, even more valuable, the biologists’ journals allowed a seemingly accurate reconstruction. The process only went smoothly for the one once named Smaug but renamed the Tyrant at Team Leader 2’s insistence, the harness no impediment. The Tyrant ran-slithered in all her ten-foot glory down to the water’s edge and disappeared almost in that same instant, as if the water were as much a portal as blessed release. Firestorm followed with some complications of timing between final fitting of the harness and releasing the door mechanism via a “deconstructed wire coat hanger”—these “1 followed by 2” operations happening, as far as Old Jim could tell, at the exact same moment, so that there had been a possibility of disaster, despite success—and the disappearance of the reptile into the water so immediate that he did not begrudge the biologists their relief. Who could blame the biologists for ignoring the alternate universe in which Firestorm had struggled loose and ravaged bodies until the blood sprayed and sprawled across the mudbanks in waves? Yet, there had been blood, “some minor cuts, dealt with on-site.” The Medic, quoted in the official report. Old Jim also noted a margin scrawl in the Medic’s record books that “all possible measures were taken but nothing could be done.” The ink color differed from the rest of the page, so perhaps the scrawled note had occurred much later, and in his panic during the disaster of that future time… the Medic had accidentally written it on the wrong page. Battlebee and Sergeant Rocker fared less well. The former refused to leave his glorified cooler, appearing disoriented, and the latter became harness-entangled, despite the assurances, and had to be tranq’d and prepped again later that afternoon, by which time most of the expedition had been “drinking.” But what did that mean? Drinking what? Had there been some other impairment also in play? A glitch in the surveillance tape slowed down their steps, so the biologists appeared to have choreographed a slow retreat, a slow surrender, and then reassembled running, only to part ways again in waves, branching off in opposite directions across the berm. The grainy stick figures appeared tiny against the immensity of wetlands and sky. If not for the glitch, Old Jim would have thought they had been running from something. Finally, Battlebee made an exit by making an entrance. Sergeant Rocker, though, snapped and skittered sideways toward his well-wishers with such ferocious intent that the biologists fled again, even as one amongst them, Old Jim couldn’t tell which, circled the beast while calling out what sounded like an absurd “Here, kitty, kitty!” That couldn’t be right, could it? (The video ended there.) “Hilarious,” some prior analyst at Central had written as a note. But it wasn’t hilarious. Both this moment and the drinking registered as disquieting, out of place with the discipline one would expect at the start of a scientific expedition. He also distrusted the amount of redaction surrounding the alligator experiment in the archives. It signified a growing level of circumspection, like peering through mist come up over black swamp water, even as he continued to glide forward, unable to see what lay to both sides. But then, too, there was the assurance, the confidence, in the accounts of the biologists as remedy to allay suspicion. Because Sergeant Rocker, too, had then taken to the waters and disappeared, the biologists using their tracking equipment to make sure they could follow the alligators in their new lives. The Tyrant kept to herself, while the others remained in close proximity, for a while. None, at least overnight, seemed inclined to leave the area, and by the fourth day, Team Leader 1 put the most junior member of their party on the task of monitoring moments that might include a full day of basking in the same stretch of mud. On day six they found Firestorm’s front leg, bobber wire wrapped around it, the whole prominently displayed on a mudbank with deep boot prints suggesting poachers. There was, one biologist wrote, “a bathetic or pathetic quality to the paleness of the leg, enraptured in the evidence of our experiment, lost so far from her home. I wept for an hour, but do not know if this was an appropriate response.” (No, Old Jim did not believe it was an appropriate response, even as he himself wept at odd hours, for his own reasons, down in Central’s archives.) Battlebee turned up dead and bloated and white, with a chunk ripped out of him postmortem by some creature, possibly Sergeant Rocker, speculation being that stress and the anesthetic had been too hard on him. Postmortem examination revealed stomach contents that included fish, a turtle, mud, and, inexplicably, a broken teacup. She had also been pregnant, “a fact that surprised us,” Team Leader 2 wrote, “given her credentials identified her as a male,” amid some general confusion: “To be honest, I cannot now remember when we first took this project on, when we first encountered these subjects. The heat here is abysmal.” Sergeant Rocker opted out of the project by shedding his harness in the water near the tent of Team Leader 1, indicating, as she absurdly put it, “A politeness on the part of Sergeant Rocker in keeping with his personality when I knew him best. I felt this loss much more deeply than expected.” This sentimentality toward an alligator seen as an obligation just days before weighed on Old Jim, although he could not put anger on why. Nor did he understand why the alligator experiment registered with the biologists in their reports as a great success, and they would even reference it with a kind of beautiful, all-consuming nostalgia when the mission began to sour. The myth of competence, perhaps. The myth of persistence. The myth of objectivity. Perhaps, both he and the biologists would have been wiser to focus on how Sergeant Rocker had turned into an escape artist, for the harness was intact and still latched, with no tears anywhere. So how had the alligator possibly gotten free? Old Jim kept seeing the biologists by a trick of faulty video running away from the release site, only to re-form in their drinking circle. He replayed the video so often that it became a disconcerting mess of light and shadow, of pixelated disembodied heads and legs and shapes that leapt out and sharpened, only to become subsumed into the past. “All possible measures were taken but nothing could be done.” Or had the outcome been exactly as intended? Excerpted from Absolution, copyright © 2024 by Jeff VanderMeer. The post Read an Excerpt From Jeff VanderMeer’s <i>Absolution</i> appeared first on Reactor.

Vice President Kamala Harris was admitted to law school though University of California-San Francisco’s Legal Education Opportunity Program for students with “educational disadvantage, economic hardship, or disability,” according to the law school’s magazine. Democratic nominee Harris is a 1989 graduate of the program, according to a 2018 article in UC Law SF Magazine. “LEOP offers admission to approximately 50 high-achieving students each year—up to 20 percent of the class—who have experienced major life hurdles, such as educational disadvantage, economic hardship, or disability,” the article says. “The majority are students of color.” “Besides traditional admissions criteria, such as grades and LSAT scores,” the article continues, “the program also considers students’ overall potential and the obstacles they’ve overcome.” The Legal Education Opportunity Program provides extra help to its law students, “offering a weeklong orientation, academic counseling, practice exams, and help preparing for the bar exam and job interviews, among other resources and services.” The Harris campaign did not respond to The Daily Signal’s question about which “major life hurdles” qualified the vice president for the Legal Education Opportunity Program. After moving to the U.S. from India, Harris’ mother, Shyamala Gopalan Harris, earned a Ph.D. from the University of California, Berkeley, and became a renowned researcher and professor. Shyamala worked at the University of Illinois and the University of Wisconsin, spent time in France and Italy, and received tenure at McGill University in Montreal. The would-be vice president lived in Canada with her mother and sister from age 12 until high school graduation. From 1975-1976, when Harris was 12, professors at several universities including McGill made an average of $28,751 per year, according to a study of professor salaries at 61 schools from 1975-67. This was over double the median house hold income at the time, which was $11,800. Harris’ father, Donald Harris, also held a P.h.D from Berkeley. He became a tenured professor at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, then returned to California in 1972 to become a professor of economics at Stanford University. Harris’ parents divorced in 1972. The New Yorker described Donald Harris as “a renowned Marxist economist from Jamaica who taught at Stanford University for decades.” The UCSF Law School did not respond to The Daily Signal’s request for comment about what qualified for Harris for the program. Harris has faced multiple accusations of plagiarism in the past week, as investigative journalists uncovered passages in her books and her written testimony that copy long passages elsewhere verbatim. Kamala Harris ripped off Wikipedia for her book and then ripped off Wikipedia as state attorney general. This is a disaster. https://t.co/TAYbGIofBh— Christopher F. Rufo ?? (@realchrisrufo) October 22, 2024 The post Kamala Harris Admitted to Law School Through ‘Adverse Experiences’ Program, Though Parents Were Tenured Professors appeared first on The Daily Signal.

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If you're tired of censorship and dystopian threats against civil liberties, subscribe to Reclaim The Net. Amid the chaos of pre-election America, major information has surfaced, revealing internal documents from the Center for Countering Digital Hate (CCDH). This UK-based group, led by British political strategist Morgan McSweeney, outlined a clear goal in their agenda: “Kill Musk’s Twitter.” The documents make it clear that the CCDH is targeting Elon Musk’s social media platform with full force. McSweeney, who helped guide Keir Starmer to victory in the UK, is now involved in US politics, advising Kamala Harris as she navigates the upcoming election, raising serious questions about the CCDH’s reach and motives. CCDH May 31st agenda, above a note about meeting “with [Senator Amy] Klobuchar’s team.”Now, if you’re wondering why a think tank led by a man who helped turn Keir Starmer into the British Prime Minister is so dead set on smashing up a social media platform thousands of miles across the pond, you’re not alone. But the CCDH isn’t just any ragtag team of keyboard warriors. These guys are plugged into Washington power circles like an iPhone into a dodgy charger, with ties so tight to the Biden-Harris campaign, that they might as well be writing the tweets. And with McSweeney now advising Kamala Harris, well, let’s just say the plot thickens. Related: Behind Closed Doors: The UK and US Plot Global Speech Crackdown Kamala’s British Wingman Meet Morgan McSweeney, a political operative you’ve never heard of—unless you’ve been glued to British politics or, for some inexplicable reason, a hardcore Labour Party fan in America. According to a new report from The DisInformation Chronicle and Racket News (which is worth reading in full), McSweeney, the brains behind Starmer’s rise to the UK premiership, is now advising Kamala Harris on how to go from “Where’s she been?” to “First female President.” According to the report, McSweeney is credited with piloting Starmer’s victory against the Conservatives, beating Rishi Sunak. But McSweeney isn’t stopping at Downing Street. No, he’s set his sights on America. And what’s more American than advising Kamala Harris while also leading an organization that’s trying to vaporize Elon Musk’s $44 billion free speech project? After all, nothing screams “Democracy!” like a transatlantic political hit squad targeting Musk’s favorite free speech toy. Musk, Misinformation, and Tax Breaks Let’s not forget that the CCDH is a tax-exempt 501(c)(3) nonprofit—a status they might want to cling to tighter than a senator to their PAC funding. According to the IRS, CCDH could lose its golden goose tax exemption if “a substantial part of its activities is attempting to influence legislation.” And yet, somehow, according to the report, “Trigger EU and UK regulatory action” is the third item on their annual to-do list. And to make things even murkier, CCDH has hired Lot Sixteen, a firm known for lobbying congressional offices on—you guessed it—“misinformation.” Nothing screams integrity like a supposedly neutral non-profit hiring a lobbying firm to bend the ears of politicians in the world’s most corrupt zip code. It’s almost poetic, if by poetry you mean a collection of contradictory nonsense wrapped in a PR-friendly bow. Elon Musk reacts to the new report. So, what does the CCDH’s fearless leader, Imran Ahmed, have to say about all this? Well, nothing, actually. Despite repeated requests from The DisInformation Chronicle and Racket, Ahmed—another British political operative welded to McSweeney’s Labour Together cabal—has clammed up. You can almost hear the sounds of frantic shredding from CCDH’s London offices. Meanwhile, Senator Amy Klobuchar, who’s been pushing bills to regulate online “misinformation,” isn’t exactly rushing to answer questions either. And why would she? The CCDH’s plans dovetail nicely with her efforts to wrangle Big Tech under the guise of safeguarding democracy. Who cares if a few pesky details—like the potential illegalities of foreign interference or questionable nonprofit activities—get in the way? We’ve got elections to win here! It’s almost endearing to see the British influence clawing its way back into American politics. Once upon a time, they tried to impose taxes on tea; now they’re sending think tanks to tackle free speech. If you’re wondering why a bunch of Brits are interested in who gets to say what on American soil, well, let’s just say the empire never really dies—it just switches to online servers. The CCDH, that shiny bastion of truth-squelching, made headlines when they tried to silence Substack writers like Alex Berenson and Dr. Joseph Mercola, daring to spout the unthinkable—vaccine “misinformation.” In a world where dissent is dangerous, what’s a good digital inquisition without a few heretics to burn at the stake? But Substack threw a wrench into CCDH’s plans with the audacity to say, “No, thanks. We’re not here to take orders from the mob.” Their exact words? “At Substack, we don’t make moderation decisions based on public pressure.” But the battle’s far from over. If at first, you don’t succeed in turning the internet into a digital police state, try again across the pond. CCDH’s new plan for American soil? Start by dismantling the platforms of opponents like Elon Musk—because if there’s one thing that irks the establishment more than free speech, it’s a billionaire who buys the bird app and starts letting people talk again. To do that, CCDH is deploying the tried-and-true tactic of hitting where it hurts: ad revenues. It’s like the financial version of waterboarding—slow, steady, and guaranteed to make you reconsider your life choices. But they’re not stopping with the world’s richest troll. CCDH is also pushing for new regulations that would make Europe’s draconian Digital Services Act and the UK’s paternalistic Online Safety Act look like child’s play. Under these laws, an “independent digital regulator” (read: Orwellian overlord) would have the power to decide what counts as “harmful content” and hand out penalties to any platform that steps out of line. Nothing says “freedom” like letting bureaucrats decide what’s dangerous for you to read. The Lobbying Blitz: CCDH’s Capitol Hill Campaign Naturally, CCDH hasn’t come to the US to play nice. With Labour Together and McSweeney’s as their comrades in censorship, they’ve launched an all-out lobbying blitz on Capitol Hill. Their shiny new toy? The STAR framework is a friendly-sounding acronym that would essentially give them the ability to enforce platform censorship through government regulation. Because if you can’t silence your enemies with social media bans, why not use Congress as your personal speech police? And don’t think for a second they’re not riding the wave of the latest moral panic. Following the riots that were oh-so-conveniently blamed on disinformation (because personal responsibility is so last century), CCDH and its allies are positioning themselves as the solution to America’s pesky free speech problem. In fact, across the Atlantic, under the would-be Prime Minister Keir Starmer, UK regulators are already sharpening their knives, threatening severe actions against any platform that refuses to fall in line with their censorship demands. You can almost hear them sharpening the guillotine from here. Of course, all of this is framed under the noble guise of “safety.” We’ve heard it before: “We’re just trying to protect people from harm.” But when you peel back the layers of sanctimonious rhetoric, what you’re left with is a cold, calculated effort to control the narrative. If it’s not coming from the approved sources, it’s dangerous. If it challenges the establishment, it’s misinformation. And if you don’t fall in line? Well, they’ve got a regulation for that. The Real Endgame: Speech Control Let’s not pretend this is about safety, though. This is about power. CCDH’s push for stricter regulations, under the guise of protecting the public from harmful content, is nothing more than a naked attempt to control the flow of information. They’ve already tried it in the UK, and now they’re bringing their act to the US, hoping to use government muscle to do what public pressure alone couldn’t. And the implications are staggering. If groups like CCDH succeed in shaping US regulations to mirror the Digital Services Act or the Online Safety Act, we’re looking at a future where platforms are forced to police speech in real-time, handing over the power to determine what’s “acceptable” to an unelected body of bureaucrats and activists. It’s not about misinformation—it’s about control. And once they’ve got that control, you can bet they won’t give it up easily. At the end of the day, the CCDH and its allies are playing a long game. They don’t just want to silence a few Substack writers or take away Elon Musk’s ad revenue—they want to reshape the entire landscape of online discourse. So next time you see CCDH and their cohorts talking about the dangers of misinformation and harmful content, remember: It’s not about safety. It’s about control. Because in the digital age, whoever controls the narrative controls everything. Read the full report here. If you're tired of censorship and dystopian threats against civil liberties, subscribe to Reclaim The Net. The post Kamala’s Secret Weapon: The British Operatives Determined to “Kill” Elon Musk’s Free Speech Platform X appeared first on Reclaim The Net.

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Former Republican Senator Rick Santorum (R-PA) gave a stark warning to Americans about the rising threat of censorship by the dystopian left. Santorum joined the Oct. 21 edition of Newsmax TV’s American Agenda where he blasted the left for targeting Sticker Mule CEO Anthony Constantino for daring to promote a ‘Vote for Trump’ sign. Constantino displayed a ‘Vote for Trump’ sign following the July assassination attempt on former President Donald Trump atop his business’ building. Following the display being erected, Amsterdam, NY Mayor Michael Cinquanti (D) attempted to sue for the sign to be removed, ultimately losing the case. “Americans better wake up,” Santorum exclaimed.  ICYMI: Pro-Free Speech CEO Tells Glenn Beck Why He Lit Up the Sky for Trump “This is really typical of Leftist regimes all throughout the world,” Santorum said in response to the recent attempt to diminish Constanito’s attempt to express support for former president Trump and exercise his First Amendment right. “All of these left-wing socialist countries have one thing in common, they don't like people objecting to what they do.”  Santorum continued to compare current leftists in America to the radical socialists of Cuba and Venezuela. “When you hear Republicans and me and others talk about how the left is no different from the left in other countries,” he said. Santorum continued: “If you look at young leftists in America, less than half believe in the First Amendment anymore, they believe the government should be able to curb speech.”  Conservatives are under attack. Contact your representatives and demand that Big Tech be held to account to mirror the First Amendment while providing transparency, clarity on so-called hate speech, and equal footing for conservatives. If you have been censored, contact us using CensorTrack’s contact form, and help us hold Big Tech accountable

For the first time in 57 years of existence, I voted. Yes, Friday I participated in America’s political process. I cast ballots for presidential candidate Donald Trump and incumbent U.S. Senator Marsha Blackburn (R-Tenn.). It took less than 10 minutes. I’m glad I did. For years, I’ve taken great satisfaction in not sullying my reputation by choosing a side in a corrupt political game. I didn't have much respect for Democrats or Republicans. I still don’t. The political parties strike me as pro wrestling opponents, pitted against each other by a handful of nameless and faceless Vince McMahon-type puppet masters. Barack Obama struck me as indistinguishable from George W. Bush, the same as Bill Clinton and George H.W. Bush. I viewed voting as an admission that another man controlled some aspect of my fate. I couldn’t do that. I didn’t do it. Democrats love to say that 'democracy' is on the ballot. I say freedom is on the ballot. Even in 2016, when Donald Trump and the MAGA movement captured my imagination, I abstained. I liked my “brand” as an objective, non-voting journalist. In 2020, I sat out for similar reasons. I didn’t want to attach any part of my identity to politics. I want to be judged as a Christian, not as a conservative or Republican. So what changed? January 6, 2021. The coordinated effort by legacy media to frame the unarmed protesters at the Capitol as “insurrectionists” infuriated me. I knew instantly that the framing was an intentional ploy to justify the incarceration of President Trump’s most passionate supporters. I didn’t know on that day that I would be voting in the next presidential election cycle, but I knew that I would have to take action to alleviate the suffering of the brave men and women who traveled to Washington, D.C., to express a level of frustration that I shared. I voted last week because I want President Trump to pardon those political prisoners. The desire to see those men and women set free helped me understand the consequences of this election cycle. Democrats love to say that “democracy” is on the ballot. I say freedom is on the ballot. Common sense is on the ballot. The U.S. Constitution is on the ballot. Merit is on the ballot. The nuclear family is on the ballot. Beyond the J6 prisoners, I voted for Trump because I want America to move away from the ideology of diversity, equity, and inclusion. DEI is the enemy of merit. DEI is the leftist plot to replace fathers and families with symbols. Democrats believe symbols are more important than fathers. Their worldview believes that kids need to see black people, brown people, gay people, and women in high-profile positions and that will inspire the next generation to greatness. That’s why a so-called black woman who grew up in Canada was picked to be the next iteration of Barack Obama, a half-black man who spent part of his childhood in Indonesia. Kamala Harris is a symbol. She’s not a leader. The Democrats believe breaking a “glass ceiling” develops and inspires young people. I believe fathers and mothers, grandfathers and grandmothers, uncles and aunts inspire and develop kids.We don’t need symbols. We need fathers. We don’t need more black NFL head coaches. We don’t need more black White House press secretaries. We don’t need more gay secretaries of transportation. We don’t need more Rachel Levines, the man pretending to be a woman and serving as U.S. assistant secretary of health. We don’t need more men playing women’s sports. We need more fathers, more intact nuclear families. We need to end DEI. We need to reject the notion that installing symbols to meet DEI quotas is some form of progress. It’s not. It’s a gimmick to normalize a handful of elites installing their unqualified puppets in positions of influence. Black Americans desperately need the restoration of the nuclear family and the patriarchy. Democrats and their puppet Kamala Harris promote the idea that single black women and gay black women can develop and nurture kids without a father. They point to Barack Obama or NFL quarterback Lamar Jackson as symbols of what the matriarchy can produce. Meanwhile, prisons and OnlyFans accounts are overcrowded with young men and women with unreconciled daddy issues. I voted because I want the Trump administration to free the January 6 prisoners and end DEI.