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Is The President’s Brain Shutting Down?
On Monday night Donald Trump went home to New York for Game Three of the NBA Finals, and the whole country watched him nod off in his seat. At Madison Square Garden. Surrounded by roaring fans. A speech pathologist named Hilary Shae says that’s not a man who’s tired. That’s a man whose brain can’t keep him awake even in the loudest room in America. She calls it sundowning, a hallmark of dementia. Trump’s own father died with it. The crowd booed him off the jumbotron the moment his face hit the screen, and the Knicks lost for the first time in thirteen straight games. Folks, this man holds the nuclear codes. And he couldn’t stay awake at a basketball game.
Did Trump Just Pocket Billions While His Own Fans Got Wiped Out?
Here’s a gut punch. A new Reuters analysis says the Trump family hauled in around two and a half billion dollars from their crypto ventures since the middle of twenty twenty-four. And the small investors who trusted them lost just about the same amount. One company tied to the family, once called Alt5 Sigma, saw its stock crater ninety-three percent. A software engineer in Minnesota lost sixty thousand dollars. A machinist in Indiana lost about thirty-two thousand. The Trumps walked away with five hundred million from that one deal. That company now faces being kicked off the Nasdaq entirely. One watchdog group told the SEC that “investor funds” got steered to Trump’s own pockets, and demanded an investigation. They sold working folks a dream and quietly kept the cash for themselves.
Who Buys A Tariff Cut With A Secret Trump Junior Payday?
ProPublica just blew the lid off something stunning. Trump slapped fifty percent tariffs on India to punish a billionaire named Mukesh Ambani for buying Russian oil. Then Ambani’s company quietly poured at least one hundred million dollars into a shaky Texas startup, and guess who secretly owns a piece of it. Donald Trump Junior. Months later the tariffs came down, and Ambani got a license to buy Venezuelan oil. Don Junior’s net worth jumped from fifty million to three hundred million in a single year. This is how it works now. You want a policy out of Washington, you put money in the family business. And get this. Ambani’s company already paid the Trump Organization ten million dollars for a project that still doesn’t exist. The refinery they’re hyping may never even get built. This isn’t trade policy. It’s a shakedown in a suit.
Vance Wants A Blue State Governor Behind Bars
Vice President JD Vance, the man Trump made his fraud czar, just referred Minnesota Governor Tim Walz and Attorney General Keith Ellison to the Justice Department for criminal investigation. Vance says they ignored fraud in social programs. He posted that they “must face justice.” So where’s this coming from? A report from James Comer’s Republican House committee. Ellison fired back and called it a political stunt. Walz called the numbers sensationalized. Think about it. The Vice President left the White House, went on Fox News, and announced a criminal referral against two Democrats live on the air. And remember, Walz already dropped his run for a third term back in January under this exact pressure. They’re not chasing crooks here. They’re hunting down the opposition.
Should Fake AI Smear Ads Be Legal?
And finally, a dark money group called Citizens for Sanity, tied to Stephen Miller, just dropped six figures in Texas on an ad that isn’t even real. It’s entirely fake. An AI-generated video of Senate candidate James Talarico in a dress, singing a cruel song about transgender kids. He never sang it. He never wore it. And the ad never tells you it’s fake. Journalist Taylor Lorenz said we need to make undisclosed AI political ads illegal yesterday. Even some folks on the right are disgusted by it. This is the future they’re building. Put words in your opponent’s mouth, beam it into millions of homes, and let the machines do the lying for them.
And that’s the way it is, Today Wednesday, June 10, 2026. I’m Thom Hartmann.
