Tucker Carlson and his lies about Israel

The new face of anti-Semitism

Tucker Carlson, holed up in his glowing bunker of a studio like a fox news exile plotting his comeback, couldn't resist the siren call of fellow Jew-hater, Nick Fuentes. 

Of course he couldn't. The guy's got a nose for controversy like a bloodhound sniffing out fresh outrage. So there they are, jawing away on Tucker's streaming fever dream, and wouldn't you know it, right on cue, Tucker drops his patented Israel nuke: It's all bad, all wrong, all evil, boiled down to this gem, that Israel basically thinks Palestinians aren't even human if they're born that way.

Look, this is a gut-punch lie so ugly it makes your teeth ache. 

Israel denying Palestinian humanity? Get real. If anything, Israel's bending over backward, hell, breaking its own back, to prove the exact opposite. And it's costing them dearly. Why do you think they're sending 18-year-old kids into Gaza's rat-maze hellholes, knocking on doors one by one instead of turning the place into a parking lot with B-52s? 

The IDF's playbook on urban fighting is a masterclass in restraint no one's ever bothered to write, it's all there in the reports, black and white, lives saved amid the rubble. Meanwhile, Hamas straps their own kids into suicide vests and hunker down in hospitals, betting Israel has a conscience that Hamas sure as hell doesn't. 

It's genius, if you're a demon.

Nah, what Tucker's really circling here, without ever landing the punch, is the nightmare Israel stares down every damn day just to stay alive. Palestinian kids aren't raised on fairy tales; they're force-fed a jihadist fever dream from the crib, taught to hate Jews and to crave their blood like it's manna. That's the poison pill, folks. And yeah, let's call it what it is: Islam is the fuse on that bomb.

Tied right into this mess are the Palestinian moms who don't just shrug off their boys blowing themselves up; they throw parties when the body count's Jewish. We're still waiting, breath held, for Tucker's deep-dive special on that little slice of hell.

And don't get me started on October 7, 2023: that bloodbath where Hamassholes and their civilian co-scum cheering squad stormed in like it was open season on rape, beheading, and baby-killing, then FaceTimed home to brag about it. 

Parents? They didn't call the cops, they called their parents to brag about the Jews they killed. They popped champagne. This isn't some "cultural difference," it's straight venom from the Quran and Hadith central casting: Sahih Muslim 6985, which polls say 73% of Palestinians nod along to like it's gospel truth.

That's the rot Tucker dances around, twists into pretzels, and shoves under the rug. That's the "issue" that hasn't earned a single pixel on his grievance treadmill. That's the clear indication that Carlson is no better than Fuentes when it comes to the "Jewish Question."

Tucker calls himself a Christian.  But where's the episode torching Islam's endless war on believers like him?  Kidnappings in Pakistan, Christian girls snatched, assaulted, and "converted" at gunpoint? Not a peep by the former Fox News host.

Crickets. The Islamic playbook green-lighting that filth? Not a peep. He could drag Uzay Bulut from FrontPage Mag on air to spill the beans, but nope. If Tucker gave a damn about his own flock, he'd be all over this like wet on water.

Here's the kicker that really twists the knife: This Bible-thumper rants nonstop about ditching Israel and America's "endless wars" for it, but he conveniently Photoshop's out how Judaism's the bedrock of his whole faith. 

Maybe someday he'll Zoom in Brant Pitre to crack open Jesus and the Jewish Roots of the Eucharist: Unlocking the Secrets of the Last Supper. They could even tackle Paul in Romans laying it out: God's deal with Israel? Eternal. No take-backs. (Romans 9–11).

But let's not kid ourselves, don't hold your breath for that kumbaya. The real head-scratcher, the one that gnaws like a bad tooth, is what these blind spots say about Tucker's engine. What's really revving under the hood of this Israel obsession? 

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Hamas given 24 hours to withdraw from Yellow Line in Gaza

In the arid theater of Gaza, where the sands still whisper the ghosts of the October 7th massacre, the IDF has drawn a line in the dust, not with mere words, but with the unyielding geometry of a "Yellow Line." Hamas, that perennial architect of its own immolation, was granted a fleeting 24 hours to slink back from this demarcation, lest the consequences descend like a biblical reckoning. As one US official confided to The Jerusalem Post, with the crisp finality of a diplomat who has seen too many olive branches snapped: "That 24-hour window expired at 8 p.m. local time, at which point Israel will enforce the ceasefire and engage Hamas targets behind the yellow line."

The mediators, those tireless Egypt and Qatar, ever the reluctant midwives to uneasy truces—had conveyed the ultimatum with the urgency of a ticking chronometer. "Mediators informed Hamas to withdraw from behind the Yellow Line before Thursday evening, otherwise the IDF would strike," another US voice relayed that same night, underscoring the fragility of pacts forged in the shadow of jihadist intransigence. And so it was: "Last night, Hamas was notified through Egypt and Qatar that they had 24 hours to evacuate their terrorists from the area behind the yellow line currently being held by the IDF," the source elaborated, before driving home the inexorable logic. "That 24-hour window expired at 8 p.m. local time, at which point Israel will enforce the ceasefire and engage Hamas targets behind the yellow line. This guidance was issued with approval from the United States, Egypt, and Qatar," the source stressed, a rare note of multilateral harmony in a discord that usually plays out to the tune of Katyusha rockets.

Yet amid this tactical chessboard, the human calculus remains a festering wound. Two years on from the savagery that razed Kibbutz Be'eri, where the echoes of slaughter still haunt the rebuilt porches and bullet-pocked walls, the hostages linger as spectral bargaining chips. Red Cross vehicles, those white-flagged chariots of mercy, ferried some of the living captives through the central Gaza Strip on October 13, 2025, but the dead? Hamas, true to its macabre choreography, has dribbled out their remains like reluctant alms, flouting the ceasefire's early stipulations for a single, dignified release. Israeli officials, their patience frayed to the consistency of worn kevlar, accuse the group of deliberate procrastination, a stalling tactic as cynical as it is cruel.

"There is little pressure on the organization from the mediators to release more hostages, and some of the bodies are located in places that will make a swift return difficult," one Israeli official confided to the outlet, his words laced with the quiet fury of the bereaved. "We still have leverage to apply pressure on the organization to return the hostages, and there are two more hostages we believe they can return immediately. Still, there is concern that we may see another situation where days go by without any bodies being returned." It is a tableau of exquisite torment: the living shielded by the leverage of the dead, while the mediators avert their gaze, lest the blood on the scales prove too indelible.

And when Hamas, predictably, tested the truce with fresh provocations, the IDF's response was not one of hand-wringing but of calibrated retribution. On Wednesday, before the ceasefire's iron grip tightened anew, Israeli forces dismantled dozens of terrorists, human instruments of an ideology that devours its own. Nor were the strikes confined to flesh; they cratered observation posts, a weapons production site, rocket and mortar launch positions, and those subterranean veins of malice known as underground tunnels. In Gaza's labyrinth, where every shadow conceals a fuse, such precision is not vengeance but the bare minimum of self-preservation, a reminder that lines drawn in yellow may yet turn crimson if crossed once more.

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Israel Busts Back a "Rehabbed" Palestinian Terrorist Who Couldn't Quit the Bomb-Making Biz

Oh, imagine that, another glowing success story from the hostage deal that was supposed to buy Israel some peace and quiet. Just months after getting sprung in the great 2025 swap-a-thon, a Hamasshole terrorist is back in the slammer, this time for whipping up a fresh batch of bahdahboom specials and shopping them around to his jihadi buddies. Because nothing says "I've learned my lesson" like reloading your IED factory the second the cell door clangs shut.

For those keeping score at home, this genius was collared last year after cops found him sitting on a tidy little stockpile of 25 homemade explosives he cooked up and doled out to various terror crews. You know, the usual "hobby project" for folks who think blowing up civilians is a valid side hustle. 

Fast-forward to Wednesday night, and Jerusalem Border Police, backed by some four-legged "Good Boys" from the Yehuda Border Patrol, kicked in his door like it was Black Friday at the arms depot. One raid later, he's in cuffs and spilling his guts under the hot lights.

"The Israel Police will continue to act with determination, professionalism, and zero tolerance toward terrorism and anyone who seeks to harm human life and the security of the State of Israel," the boys in blue declared in their statement, because apparently, even in the Middle East's hottest zip code, some principles still hold water.

Know this, it's not just this repeat offender getting the wake-up call. Since the Israel-Hamas bloodbath kicked off, Jerusalem cops have scooped up dozens more suspects in the holy city alone, all for the fine art of incitement and cheerleading terror squads. They've got this nifty setup called the "Awareness War Room" cranking 24/7, sniffing out the keyboard warriors and street preachers who think Hamas fanfic belongs in the public square or on their Insta feeds. 

It's like a digital dragnet meets old-school foot patrols, and it's racking up wins faster than Biden's teleprompter malfunctions.

Call me cynical, but stories like this make you wonder: How many more "goodwill gestures" does it take before the world admits that releasing stone-cold killers isn't exactly a deterrent? 

Israel is out here playing whack-a-mole with actual moles who want to turn Tel Aviv into a crater, while the usual suspects clutch their pearls over "disproportionate responses." 

Keep grinding, IDF; the rest of us with a spine are cheering from the cheap seats.

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Hamas's Latest Defiance: A 24-Hour Ultimatum Ignored, as Israel's Resolve Hardens

In the grim theatre of Gaza's endless absurdities, where Hamas plays the role of the unyielding fanatic and the world its bewildered audience, comes yet another chapter of predictable perfidy. The Israel Defense Forces, holding firm to their "Yellow Line"—that fragile ribbon of restraint amid the rubble—have issued a stark warning to the terrorists ensconced behind it. And, as one might have foreseen, Hamas has responded with the silence of the grave it so eagerly digs for others.

A US official, speaking to The Jerusalem Post, laid bare the mediators' desperate diplomacy: Hamas was informed, through the good (or at least intermediary) offices of Egypt and Qatar, to withdraw from behind the Yellow Line before Thursday evening, lest the IDF unleash its righteous fury.

"That 24-hour window expired at 8 p.m. local time, at which point Israel will enforce the ceasefire and engage Hamas targets behind the yellow line," the source stated, with the crisp finality of a man who has seen too many deadlines dissolve into dust.

"Last night, Hamas was notified through Egypt and Qatar that they had 24 hours to evacuate their terrorists from the area behind the yellow line currently being held by the IDF," the source elaborated, underscoring the multinational seal of approval on this ultimatum. "That 24-hour window expired at 8 p.m. local time, at which point Israel will enforce the ceasefire and engage Hamas targets behind the yellow line. This guidance was issued with approval from the United States, Egypt, and Qatar," the source stressed—a rare moment of alignment in a region where alliances shift like desert sands.

One might pause here to marvel at the spectacle: the United States, Egypt, and Qatar, three powers whose records on Islamist extremism range from the comically inconsistent to the outright enabling, now united in urging restraint on the very restraint that has kept Israel's hand from total devastation. Yet Hamas, true to form, has decamped not an inch. Their refusal is not mere obstinacy; it is the essence of their creed, a jihadist calculus where every concession is a betrayal of the divine delusion that animates them.

Compounding this farce is the matter of the hostages, those spectral figures whose fates hang like Damocles' sword over the negotiations. Hamas, in a predictable breach that is as brazen as it is heartbreaking, failed to release all the deceased captives in one fell swoop during the ceasefire's fragile dawn. Israeli officials, their patience frayed to the thread of steel, accuse the group of deliberate procrastination, a tactic as old as terror itself.

"There is little pressure on the organization from the mediators to release more hostages, and some of the bodies are located in places that will make a swift return difficult," an Israeli official confided to The Post, his words laced with the quiet outrage of the bereaved. "We still have leverage to apply pressure on the organization to return the hostages, and there are two more hostages we believe they can return immediately. Still, there is concern that we may see another situation where days go by without any bodies being returned."

How telling, this admission of mediator torpor. In the salons of Cairo and Doha, where the air is thick with the scent of incense and inaction, the urgency to reclaim even the dead evaporates like morning mist. Hamas, for its part, hoards these remains as bargaining chips in a game where human dignity is the first casualty. One wonders: if the bodies of innocents—tortured, desecrated, discarded like refuse—cannot stir the world's moral reflexes, what will? Another cycle of rocket fire? Another festival of global condemnation aimed squarely at the one force daring to fight back?

As the clock ticks past 8 p.m., and the IDF prepares to redraw the lines in fire, let us dispense with illusions. This is no mere skirmish in a ceasefire's footnotes; it is the unvarnished truth of a war where one side seeks annihilation and the other survival. Israel, cornered by geography and gaslit by geopolitics, must now act as judge, jury, and executioner in the court of necessity. Hamas, meanwhile, will cry victim from the shadows, their martyrdom myth intact—until the next yellow line is crossed, and the next ultimatum echoes into the void.

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The Reckoning for the ICE Rioters: A Rather Unpleasant Day for the Antifa Set

One might have thought that the summer's assorted anarchists and agitators, those self-appointed guardians of the oppressed who fancy themselves revolutionaries in the mould of some half-remembered Che Guevara fever dream, would have learned a simple lesson by now: FAFO, because actions have consequences. But no, apparently not. 

This has been a rather grim week for the sort of people who believe that hurling rocks at federal officers or laying ambushes with explosives constitutes a noble stand against 'the system'. Several of them, it turns out, are now contemplating the inside of a courtroom rather than the glow of their smartphone screens, desperately in search of counsel who might explain why 'mostly peaceful' protests don't quite cover gunfire and barricades.

In the space of a few days, the long arm of federal law has caught up with the key protagonists in two particularly egregious assaults on Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents, not to mention the more recent savagery inflicted on state troopers amid the latest convulsions in Los Angeles. One episode featured an Antifa operative in the grand tradition of masked malcontents; the other, a rabble of furious activists marshaled via mobile apps to the site of a notorious cannabis plantation bust, as if summoning an Uber for unrest were the height of tactical genius. 

It began in the wee hours of Wednesday, when officers from the Department of Homeland Security apprehended a gentleman in Ventura County, California, linked to the infamous July raid on the Glass House marijuana farm. There, ICE and their colleagues had the temerity to uncover underage laborers and round up over 300 individuals, only to find themselves set upon by a swarm of ideologically inflamed interlopers. Before the operation could even unfold on 10 July, a social media cabal had sniffed out the drama and converged en masse, some with hardware more suited to a siege than a sit-in.

The U.S. Attorney's Office in Central California has now laid bare the extent of this little syndicate: an organized cadre explicitly formed to assault and obstruct officers in the midst of detaining criminal aliens. Amid the fray, a motley crew of protesters—many affiliated with "VC Defensa," that charming volunteer outfit whose enthusiasts make a hobby of tailing, harrying, and hamstringing federal agents in the execution of immigration law, materialized like extras from a dystopian film set. Members of VC Defensa's "Rapid Response Network" (one shudders at the nomenclature) make a point of staking out DHS offices and piping alerts to their comrades about any sighting of agents in the vicinity. On this occasion, the rabble, VC Defensa included, improvised a roadblock from farm machinery at the farm's chief ingress and egress.

One enterprising anarchist even produced a handgun and fired at the officers. Another, nabbed on Wednesday, was captured on footage lobbing boulders at federal vehicles along a secondary thoroughfare, where the protesters had fashioned yet another chokepoint for their ambush.

The authorities maintain that Isai Carrillo, collared that morning in Oxnard, was in cahoots with Virginia Reyes, herself a fugitive, skulking from justice, for pelting rocks at the agents' cars. Though Reyes remains at large, the pair stand accused of conspiracy to impede or injure a federal officer, an indictment that carries a potential five-year stretch in the federal slammer. Nor was California the sole theatre of folly. Officers have since rounded up several scumcrumpets in Los Angeles and Las Vegas for the crime of raining down rocks, bicycles, scooters, and incendiary fluids upon California Highway Patrolmen endeavoring to prevent a full-scale takeover of the freeway by their confrères. Ten souls now face charges of "obstructing, impeding, and interfering with law enforcement during a civil disorder," with the same five-year penalty looming.

It may come as a mild astonishment to the more woolly-headed denizens of the left, those low-information optimists (or 'lofos', as they are quaintly termed), that erecting barricades, bombarding constables with projectiles, and taking potshots at the federals falls somewhat short of the First Amendment's remit.

"While the Constitution protects the freedom of speech and the freedom to peaceably assemble, it does not provide for the freedom to assault federal officers, impede or obstruct federal officers or conspire to do so, or destroy government property," observed HSI Los Angeles Special Agent in Charge Eddy Wang, with the weary patience of one addressing perpetual adolescents.

Evidently, a great many souls remain blissfully ignorant of the fine print: time, place, and manner restrictions, not to mention the small matter of incitement, are not mere suggestions for the bien-pensant. (The Portland Police Bureau's own confusions on this score must await another post.)

In the Ventura melee orchestrated by VC Defensa, the toll included one injured officer and four vandalized government vehicles, reduced to so much scrap in the name of solidarity. And as if to underscore the transcontinental reach of such idiocy, another arrest has materialised in the Texas theatre of operations.

On Independence Day, no less, how poetically apt, elements of the Socialist Rifle Association and John Brown Gun Club, in unholy alliance with an Antifa cadre from Dallas and Fort Worth, orchestrated a trap at the Prairieland ICE facility in Alvarado. Detonations lured the officers out, whereupon snipers from the gun club, a term that conjures less a sporting fellowship than a paramilitary cosplay society, plugged a policeman in the neck. By some miracle, the victim endured.

Of the 18 nabbed in this scheme to storm the facility, two have been slapped with terrorism counts, as chronicled in the annals of Antifa's Texas escapades tied to the 'No Kings' protest. But fresh tidings bring word of a female Antifa affiliate's capture. As Andy Ngo discloses, "Anarchy Marie," the nom de guerre of Janette Goering, 35, a software engineer from Carrollton, Texas, lent material aid to the plot against the ICE outpost. She furnished a Faraday bag to the ringleader, a figure redolent of some messianic cult chieftain.

Goering now grapples with state charges of "aiding the commission of terrorism."

The cell's principals hailed from the John Brown Gun Club and Socialist Rifle Association—pair of anarchist armouries with Antifa sinews—and reprised gambits once essayed at the Tacoma, Washington, ICE site, in a pattern as predictable as it is perilous. One can only marvel at the ingenuity: from app-summoned mobs to sniper nests, all in service of a cause whose champions seem perpetually astonished when the state, that very 'system' they decry, declines to applaud their theatrics. It is, in the end, a find-out day of the most emphatic variety, a salutary reminder that even the most fervent ideologues cannot outrun the rule of law forever.

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'Squad' Star Ilhan Omar's Campaign Forks Over Cash to Anti-Israel Outfit Linked to 'Terrorist U'

Oh, Ilhan Omar. The gift that keeps on giving to conservative bloggers everywhere. Just when you think the Minnesota congresswoman –, you know, the one who once quipped that "some people did something" about 9/11, couldn't top her greatest hits of controversy, here she comes again, playing sugar mama to a group that's basically Hamas's D.C. hype squad.

According to fresh Federal Election Commission filings dug up by Fox News Digital (shoutout to CB Cotton for keeping tabs on these campus clown shows), Omar's reelection war chest, Ilhan for Congress, dropped $1,559.25 on "event tickets" back in September to the Palestine House of Freedom. That's the snappily named "Dar Alhurriya" in Arabic, a nonprofit squatting just a stone's throw from the Capitol Dome. Good grief, nothing says "bipartisan outreach" like bankrolling outfits dedicated to Israel's demise from your campaign slush fund.

Their website is a real charmer. 

The group bills itself as "dedicated to the liberation of Palestine" and "the dismantling of apartheid in Palestine and the establishment of a free, democratic state from the river to the sea." (Yeah, that oldie-but-goodie slogan that somehow always skips the part about Israel's right to exist.) They hammer home that Israel is "operating as an apartheid state." Their big mission is to "embark on an aggressive educational campaign targeting everyone from lawmakers, staffers, the media, to the general public" to "show how dismantling apartheid and establishing a free democratic Palestine from the River to the Sea with equal rights, is the path to peace and will benefit all parties involved." 

Peace through... everyone you don't like dead? Got it.

But wait, there's more! This outfit made waves earlier this year by throwing a June gala fundraiser for none other than Birzeit University, the Palestinian school that's earned the oh-so-flattering nickname "Terrorist University" thanks to its student council being a Hamas love-in.

Proceeds from the shindig, cheekily titled "From Birzeit and Beyond: How academia shapes resistance and resilience," all funneled straight to Birzeit, per the event flyer. And Omar's crew all chipped in for tickets to... something. Details fuzzy, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right?

Birzeit's student elections? A Hamas sweepstakes since the '90s, with the terror group's Al-Wafaa bloc racking up wins in 2022 and 2023. Post-2023 triumph, none other than Ismail Haniyeh, Hamas's bigwig politico until the IDF turned him into a Tehran footnote last year, got all moist and couldn't contain his glee. Chatting with the Middle East Monitor, he gushed: "The second message is that the bloc has proven its ability to adapt to changes, overcome complexities, and fill the void created by arrests, martyrdom, or deportation." He tacked on that Hamas is "unbreakable" in its homeland and that it will confront the "occupier, oppression and terrorism." 

Not Haniyeh's first rodeo either.  In 2017, another Hamasshole mouthpiece sent congrats to the Birzeit kiddos for their electoral enthusiasm.

Campus vibes at Birzeit had parades with terrorist fans strutting in fake suicide vests and rocket props, courtesy of Memri TV footage. Charming stuff. No wonder Reps. Elise Stefanik (R-NY) and Tim Walberg (R-MI), the Education and Workforce Committee chair, fired off a scathing letter to Harvard on Sept. 29, blasting the Ivy League eggheads for dragging their feet on ditching their old Birzeit partnership. They nailed it: Birzeit is "an institution whose student body overwhelmingly supports Hamas" and a school that "explicitly endorses a U.S. designated terrorist organization." Harvard, in a rare flash of spine this spring, vowed not to renew the deal after an "internal review," per The Harvard Crimson. About time.

Look, Omar's no stranger to the hot seat. She was the first Muslima in Congress back in 2018. But she's also the queen of cringeworthy zingers, like claiming Israel "has hypnotized the world" or shrugging off 9/11 as "some people did something." Just last month, a House censure push over her digs at Charlie Kirk fizzled out. And now this? 

Campaign cash is flowing to a group cozying up to a Hamas petri dish because, you know, 'those Jews' and stuff.

The Squad's main anti-Semite keeps proving she's more interested in "resistance" rallies than, say, actual constituent service. If this is the path to "peace," count me out, I'll stick with the side that doesn't high-five terrorists. Your move, Ilhan.

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Sardar Ammar: Iran's Plot-Twisting Bond Villain, Now Mossad's Most-Wanted Punchline

Sleeps with one eye open

Oh, Iran. Always auditioning for the role of Global Bad Guy in the never-ending spy thriller that's our world. They've been cooking up these half-baked murder schemes against Israelis and Jews like it's a twisted episode of Chopped, but with more keffiyehs and fewer decent knives. 

And Mossad are the guys who are the Gordon Ramsay of counterterrorism, spotting the flops from a mile away and shutting 'em down before dessert. But now, the curtain's pulled back on the greasy chef himself: Sardar Ammar, some big-shot commander in the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC). Israel just slapped his mugshot on every wanted poster from here to Tehran. If you're scoring at home, that's code for "sleep with one eye open, buddy."

More about Ammar can be found here: "Mossad names 'Sardar Ammar' as architect of Iranian plots in Australia, Greece, and Germany," by Amichai Stein, Jerusalem Post, October 26, 2025:

Israel's Mossad on Sunday publicly identified a senior Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC) figure it says oversaw multiple foiled attacks against Israeli and Jewish targets worldwide in 2024–2025 and pointed to fresh diplomatic fallout, including Australia’s expulsion of Iran’s ambassador and Germany’s summoning of Tehran’s envoy. 

In a statement released via the Prime Minister's Office on behalf of the Mossad, the agency said it was "exposing for the first time" a network under Sardar Ammar, a senior IRGC commander operating under Esmail Qaani, the commander of the Quds Force, which it said directed attempts in Australia, Greece, and Germany. The Mossad described the modus operandi as "terror without Iranian fingerprints, high compartmentalization, recruitment of foreigners, use of criminals, and covert communications," adding that "thanks to intensive activity with partners in Israel and abroad, dozens of attack tracks were thwarted, saving many lives."The agency said Ammar’s mechanism "was directly responsible for the attempted attacks revealed in Greece, Australia, and Germany over the past year," alleging it sought to strike "Israeli and Jewish targets in Israel and abroad" but was repeatedly exposed, leading to "a wave of arrests."…

All those plots were epic fails, every one. 

Australia, Greece, Germany, pick a continent, Iran botched it. Mossad sniffed 'em out like a bloodhound on espresso, tipped off the locals, and boom: perps in cuffs faster than you can say "extradition treaty." Down Under, it got so bad Canberra basically told Iran's ambassador to pack his hummus and go home, severing ties like a bad blind date. Over in Germany, they hauled the Iranian envoy in for a stern "talk," you know, the kind where you get the hairy eyeball and a not-so-subtle "don't make us do this again." 

Oh, and that Danish stooge spying on Berlin's Jewish spots for the IRGC  is probably explaining himself to a very unamused judge right now.

For all his globe-trotting scheming, Sardar Ammar's hit rate is lower than whale poop. Zero successes. A big fat goose egg on the terror scoreboard. And now his name, face, and whole rap sheet are out there, courtesy of Mossad's "hey world, this guy's the problem" press release. After all that sneaky bull pucks, hiring lowlifes, ghosting communications like a flaky Tinder match, does anyone seriously think Israel's allow him a personal Netflix account and chill in some safe house forever? I doubt it. He's got a one-way ticket to the great plot twist in the sky. Or, as the ayatollahs might put it, "Allahu Akbar... wait, what was that shadow?" 

Tick-tock, Sardar. Your sequel's getting canceled.

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Pam Bondi to Biden's Crew: Autopen Shenanigans? We're Auditing Every Last Stroke

Look, we all knew Biden's White House was running on fumes and favors, but the latest Oversight Committee gut-punch on his [or someone's] autopen addiction and the epic cover-up of his fade-to-black is the kind of "bombshell" that makes even the most jaded conservative crack a grim smile. Enter Attorney General Pam Bondi. She is not wasting a New York minute before unleashing the hounds of the basketballs.

As Red State's Nick Arama laid out yesterday, the House Oversight crew dropped a report that's basically a neon sign screaming "IMPEACHMENT AFTER THE FACT." No "sufficient contemporaneous documentation" that doddering Joe personally green-lit executive moves? Boom, those decisions are as void as Biden's sense of direction.

The report zeroed in on the pardons, demanding the DOJ "immediately conduct a review of all executive actions" from Biden's Oval Office squat, as per Arama's report.

Cue the Republican House Committee on Oversight and Government Reform, firing off a letter to Bondi like it's happy hour at the accountability bar. Their X post nailed it: "In light of our bombshell Biden Autopen Presidency report, Chairman [Republican Rep. James Comer (KY-1)] is calling on @AGPamBondi to conduct a review of ALL executive actions taken during the Biden presidency," the post read.

"He's also referring Dr. Kevin O'Connor, Annie Tomasini, and Anthony Bernal for further investigation after they took the Fifth during our deposition," it added. Bondi is all in, quicker than Hunter sniffing out a cocaine stash. Her response was a masterclass in "hold my Diet Coke":

"My team has already initiated a review of the Biden administration's reported use of autopen for pardons," Bondi wrote. "@RepJamesComer's new information is extremely helpful, and his leadership on this issue is invaluable. We'll continue working with @GOPoversight to deliver accountability for the American people."

Arama's deep dive exposed the Biden bunker mentality in all its staged glory: From micromanaging Joe's "makeup, clothing, and schedule" to rationing his "number of steps" like he's training for the shuffleboard Olympics. They even dialed back cabinet meets, cribbed SOTU tips from Tinseltown hacks, and propped up teleprompters at whisper-quiet shindigs. 

So if they tell us they didn't know Joe's mental status, they're assuming we're too stupid to believe our eyes, ears and sense of smell.

Not one soul in the interviews admitted to worrying over Joe's mental melt-down. Zilch on chats about his "cognitive health with anyone inside or outside of the White House." It's like they all signed a pact: Deny, deflect, and deploy the autopen.

President Trump has maintained radio silence so far, but give it time; he's probably drafting the "I told you so" in gold Sharpie.

Bottom line: Biden never belonged anywhere near that Resolute Desk, and payday is coming for the grifters who handled him like a puppet while gaslighting us.

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Mamdani's 9/11 Aunt Hoax: It's Not Islamophobia, It's Just Calling Out Bullcrap--what hijab?

Folks, let's dive headfirst into the steaming pile of progressive nonsense that's Zohran Mamdani's NYC mayoral campaign. This guy's out here accusing New Yorkers of "Islamophobia" like it's the new gluten: totally made-up and only bad if you're trying to virtue-signal your way to City Hall. But let's get real: It isn't islamophobia, it's islamorealism. "Islamophobia" as Christopher Hitchens once said, is "a word created by fascists, used by cowards, to manipulate morons."

Mamdani decided to go full offense mode, painting New Yorkers as a bunch of hijab-hating bigots in the final stretch of his campaign. The only "specific victim" of 9/11 he bothers to trot out? His late aunt, who supposedly "stopped taking the subway after September 11th because she did not feel safe in her hijab." Oh, the humanity! In fact, it seem like 'aunty' was a modern woman and wasn't a hijab-wearer. [I discuss this below.]

Meanwhile, zero mention of the 3,000 innocents slaughtered on that black day by radical Islamic jihadists. Not a peep about the Twin Towers crumbling, the Pentagon smoldering, or those brave souls on the planes who fought back. Nope, in Mamdani's woke wonderland, the real tragedy is one lady's subway jitters. 

But hold onto your MAGA hats, because plot twist: This whole "emotional" sob story is faker than a CNN fact-check. Turns out, Mamdani's aunt lived in Tanzania during the attacks and didn't wear a hijab and didn't take the New York City subway. 

Boom! Caught red-handed in a lie so blatant, even AOC would blush. Vice President JD Vance nailed it on X Saturday, roasting this clown: "According to Zohran, the real victim of 9/11 was his auntie who got some (allegedly) bad looks."

Look, the very word "Islamophobia" is a BS fictional construct, straight out of the fascist playbook. As journalist Claire Berlinski lays it out crystal clear: "The neologism 'Islamophobia' did not simply emerge ex nihilo. It was invented, deliberately, by a Muslim Brotherhood front organization, the International Institute for Islamic Thought, which is based in Northern Virginia….Abdur-Rahman Muhammad, a former member of the IIIT who has renounced the group in disgust, was an eyewitness to the creation of the word. 'This loathsome term,' he writes, 'is nothing more than a thought-terminating cliche conceived in the bowels of Muslim think tanks for the purpose of beating down critics.'"

That's right, it's a weaponized buzzword designed to shut down any peep of criticism against jihad terror and its roots in Islamic ideology. 

Dare to point out the obvious? Bahadahbing, you're the bigot! 

It warps our entire fight against terrorism, slapping "off-limits" signs on the Qu'ran, Muhammad, and anything that smells like actual scrutiny. It's basically importing Sharia blasphemy laws to the U.S. A., one guilt-trippy lecture at a time. And Mamdani is the poster boy, turning 9/11 into a pity party for Muslims while the real victims get memory-holed faster than Hunter Biden's laptop.

Byron York sums it up perfectly: Zohran Mamdani has apparently decided to make accusing New Yorkers of Islamophobia the theme of his NYC mayoral campaign's final week. Here, Mamdani again discusses 9/11 only in terms of post-attack 'hatred and bigotry' toward Muslims, without saying a word, not one word, about the nearly 3,000 people killed in the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and on the planes hijacked by radical Islamic terrorists. The only specific 'victim' of 9/11 Mamdani mentions is his late aunt, who [magically] 'stopped taking the subway after September 11th because she did not feel safe in her hijab.' Will this strategy work in the NYC campaign? Will it work in any campaign in the United States? (York).

And get this, Mamdani's big "lesson" from 9/11? Straight from the comrade's mouth: "Time and again, it is the lesson that safety could only be found in the shadows of our city, that it is in those shadows alone where Muslims could embrace the fullness of our own identities, and that if we are to emerge from them and it is in those shadows where we must leave our faith. These are lessons that so many Muslim New Yorkers have been taught again and again and over these last few days" (Mamdani).

Lessons? How about the lesson of 19 hijackers turning planes into missiles in the name of Allah? How about a single syllable for the firefighters who ran up those stairs? Or the office workers vaporized in a heartbeat? Nah, too "problematic." This isn't leadership; it's a grievance Olympics gold medal for Most Insensitive Grift.

New Yorkers, don't let this Taqiyya-taught tale-spinner fool you. Mamdani's not running for mayor—he's auditioning for the Squad's sympathy squad. Vote for sanity, not shadows. 

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Swalwell's Tantrum: Dems Must Swear to Smash Trump's Glorious White House Ballroom or Hit the Road

Eric Swalwell: the man who brought you Fang Fang and the "Fart Heard Round the World"

Oh, here we go again, folks, another day, another unhinged meltdown from the fever swamps of the Democratic Party. Fox News political analyst Lisa Boothe nailed it this weekend, breaking down the left's collective freakout over President Donald Trump's bold move to finally give the White House the upgrade it has been begging for amid the ongoing government shutdown drama. Because nothing says screwed up "priorities" like screeching about chandeliers while the border's wide open and the economy's roaring back to life under Trump 2.0.

Enter Rep. Eric Swalwell, the "Make Believe Ballroom" California Democrat who's still smarting from his 2020 primary flop and that whole Fang Fang spy scandal and his televised fart we all pretended to forget. Swalwell's out here playing kingmaker for 2028, declaring that the next Democratic presidential hopeful better treat Trump's magnificent new White House ballroom like it's the Death Star. He wants it turned to rubble on inauguration morning, or don't even bother showing up to the clown convention they call a primary.

"Don’t even think of seeking the Democratic nomination for president unless you pledge to take a wrecking ball to the Trump Ballroom on DAY ONE," Swalwell wrote on X on Saturday. 

Swalwell's office ghosted Fox News Digital when asked for a follow-up. Shocker. Probably too busy practicing their wrecking-ball swings in a San Francisco safe space.

Funny how it's okay for the left to make rubble out of the White House, but when Trump does it to rebuild a ballroom, it's outrageous.

Now, let's talk about this "Trump Ballroom" that's got the blue-check brigade clutching their pearls like it's the end of Versailles. For the first time in its 200-plus-year history, the people's house is getting a proper formal ballroom: a sprawling 90,000-square-foot masterpiece rising where the East Wing once squatted, all funded by President Trump himself and a cadre of private donors to the tune of $250 million. No taxpayer money, mind you, because unlike the grifters in the Biden-Harris clown car who blew billions on beachfront bunkers, Trump's keeping it classy and crowdfunded.

Back on July 31, White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt dropped the mic with the announcement, laying out why this isn't just bling, it's necessity wrapped in elegance. "The White House is currently unable to host major functions honoring world leaders in other countries without having to install a large and unsightly tent approximately 100 yards away from the main building's entrance," Leavitt said, adding the new ballroom will be "a much-needed and exquisite addition."

Picture it: 650 seated guests under crystal domes, classical architecture that screams American grandeur, no more embarrassing pop-up circus tents like we're hosting a state fair for sheikhs and senators. The White House has never had a formal ballroom before. Can you imagine FDR or Reagan settling for a glorified lean-to? But leave it to the woke warriors to turn a triumph into a tragedy.

And don't get me started on the haters whining about the demolition photos, because, newsflash, progress sometimes means saying goodbye to the outdated. Construction kicked off earlier this month, and it's already got the Trump magic touch.

But wait, there's more! 

Trump's not stopping at the ballroom. He's sprinkled gold accents throughout the Oval Office and Cabinet Room like the Midas of MAGA, because why not make the people's workspace look like the winner's circle it is? 

He's unveiled a towering new monument, the "Arc de Trump," a "walk of fame" lined with portraits of our greatest commanders-in-chief, including a cheeky autopen snapshot standing in for Sleepy Joe's "tenure" as a not-so-subtle reminder of who the real placeholders were. 

Joe Biden

Stone pavers now grace the Rose Garden lawn, banishing the mud-pit vibes forever, and two massive 88-foot flagpoles fly Old Glory higher than ever, a middle finger to the flag-burners and kneelers who've tried to dim our shine.

Trump's office gold? The Oval looking like it belongs to a president who actually wins wars and deals, not doodles on classified docs.

This is legacy-building, pure and simple—the kind of bold, unapologetic patriotism that makes the White House worthy of its name again. And Swalwell? He's just the latest sad sack auditioning for the role of village idiot, demanding Dems swear an oath to undo it all because... Trump bad. Folks, if that's their litmus test for 2028, the GOP's got four more years in the bag. Pass the popcorn—and maybe a hard hat for the next round of Democrat demolition derbies.

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DHS Set to Ship MS-13 Suspect Abrego Garcia to Liberia—Because Apparently, One Botched Deportation Wasn't Enough for the Left's Sob Story

Maryland dad trying to look serious and not like an MS-13 gang member

Oh, the humanity. Just when the Trump administration is cranking up the deportation machine to levels the open-borders crowd can't stand, here comes another chapter in the endless saga of Kilmar Armando Abrego Garcia, the Salvadoran illegal immigrant who's basically become the poster boy for why due process shouldn't mean a free pass for gangbangers.

According to a fresh Department of Homeland Security filing dropped Friday, Abrego Garcia could be on a one-way flight to Liberia, the West African nation, as early as Halloween. Why Liberia? Because they've cut a deal with the U.S., and apparently, it's the perfect spot to enforce that long-standing deportation order that's been gathering dust since 2019.

Remember, this guy's story is a total mess courtesy of bureaucratic bungling: He got shipped back to El Salvador in March by mistake, despite a 2019 protection ruling and a court order saying "nope, not there." It has turned into this epic showdown between Trump's zero-tolerance deportation blitz and the Democrats' endless parade of legal stalling tactics for future Democrats. And now, after he's somehow boomeranged back stateside, the feds are ready to try, try again.

The filing lays it out plain: Abrego Garcia's lawyers threw a Hail Mary pass, listing over 20 countries where he claims he'd face the big bad wolf, prosecution, torture, you name it. 

Maryland mom, who he allegedly abused

"Liberia is a thriving democracy and one of the United States's closest partners on the African continent," the filing boasts. English is their official language, their constitution's got "robust protections for human rights," and they're all in on "the humane treatment of refugees." DHS even scored diplomatic assurances from the Liberians that no one's getting waterboarded on arrival. Sounds like a solid Plan B after the El Salvador clusterfrack.

But wait, there's whining! Abrego Garcia's legal dream team is crying foul, calling this whole thing "political retribution" and part of some "pattern of punitive deportation tactics. After failed attempts with Uganda, Eswatini, and Ghana, ICE now seeks to deport our client, Kilmar Abrego Garcia, to Liberia, a country with which he has no connection, thousands of miles from his family and home in Maryland," attorney Simon Sandoval-Moshenberg cried in a statement, via The Associated Press.

And get this gem: "Costa Rica stands ready to accept him as a refugee, a viable and lawful option," the lawyer added. "Yet the government has chosen a course calculated to inflict maximum hardship. These actions are punitive, cruel and unconstitutional."

Really? Coming from the folks who want to keep alleged MS-13 affiliates lounging in Maryland on the taxpayer dime? Spare us.

Enter the cavalry: Maryland's own Sen. Chris Van Hollen, the Democrat who's made Abrego Garcia his personal cause célèbre. This guy's been all in, flying down to El Salvador in April for a photo-op prison visit and leading the charge to spring him. On Friday, he unloaded on the filing like it was personal.

"The Trump Administration has been desperately shopping for faraway countries they can ship Kilmar Abrego Garcia to in order to deny his constitutional due process right to defend himself against the charges they have brought," Van Hollen thundered in a statement.

He kept going: "Clearly, Trump’s cronies want to avoid answering for the claim that they are engaged in a vindictive prosecution against Abrego Garcia, after a federal judge concluded earlier this month that his prosecution ‘may stem from retaliation by the DOJ and DHS due to Abrego’s successful challenge of his unlawful deportation in Maryland.’ Kilmar must be allowed his day in court to fight for his rights," the woke senator said.

Look, facts are facts: Abrego Garcia snuck into the U.S. illegally back in 2011, got slapped with a deportation order in 2019, and two judges pegged him as likely MS-13 affiliated. Trump officials owned up to the deportation screw-up in court, but let's be real, some of the bigwigs are still saying he belongs in the gang category, error or not.

Former federal prosecutor Katie Cherkasky broke it down on 'Fox News Live,' chatting about Abrego Garcia's pending boot to Liberia, Trump's D.C. crime crackdown, and the rest of the circus. Smart money says this is Trump drawing a line in the sand: No more sanctuary for gang suspects, no matter how much the left clutches their pearls.

If Democrats like Van Hollen spent half this energy on actual American victims of MS-13 instead of jet-setting for sob stories, maybe we'd all be better off. Deport him, close the book, and let's get back to securing the border. October 31 can't come soon enough.

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Trump Team Drops the Silverware Bombshell: Hillary's "Borrowed" China Cabinet Meets Trump's Fancy Footwork Floor

Ah, the White House—where the ghosts of scandals past waltz eternally with the drama of the present. On a recent episode of Fox News' Outnumbered, the panel dove headfirst into the Democratic dust-up over President Donald Trump's latest architectural fever dream: turning a chunk of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue into a ballroom big enough to host the entire cast of Dancing with the Stars... plus their egos.

In a plot twist straight out of a Capitol Hill soap opera, the Trump administration fired back at ex-Secretary of State Hillary Clinton after she mustered her Twitter troops to torpedo the Prez's 90,000-square-foot privately bankrolled bash palace. Their weapon of choice? A dusty 2001 doozy, accusing the former First Lady of absconding with White House swag like it was Black Friday at the Smithsonian.

"Failed presidential candidate and former First Lady Crooked Hillary stole furniture from the White House on her way out until she was forced to return it," White House spokesman Davis Ingle spilled to Fox News Digital on Wednesday, with the relish of a gossip columnist at high tea. "Crooked Hillary is shameless and a total disgrace."

"Meanwhile, President Trump is restoring the White House to its proper glory for Americans to enjoy for generations to come — at no expense to the taxpayer — something we should all celebrate," Ingle added, because nothing says "unity" like dredging up old linen lists.Clinton, never one to let a renovation go unchallenged, had taken to the digital barricades earlier that October, rallying the masses against Trump's ballroom bonanza—a taxpayer-free extravaganza aimed at shoehorning a mega-entertaining space into the people's palace.

The Trump administration took a shot at former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton after she rallied Americans to reject President Donald Trump's White House ballroom construction project. (Alex Brandon/The Associated Press)

"It’s not his house," Hillary Clinton wrote on X Tuesday morning. "It's your house. And he's destroying it."

Oh, the irony—it hit faster than a dropped soufflé. Conservatives across the spectrum dusted off their 2001 highlight reels, replaying the tale of the Clintons' exit-stage-left luggage lift: an estimated $28,000 in donor-provided White House doodads that got packed up, only to boomerang back after the inventory elves cried foul. The power duo also forked over $86,000 to Uncle Sam for other inaugural swag, all chalked up to a "cataloging error" that sounds suspiciously like "oops, my bad" in legalese.

"Gifts did not leave the White House without the approval of the White House usher's and curator's offices," the Clintons declared in a 2001 statement, the verbal equivalent of crossing fingers behind their backs. "Of course, if the White House now determines that a cataloging error occurred ... any item in question will be returned."

When I asked Grok "did the Clintons take furniture and other things from the Whitehouse" the AI replied: 

Yes, there was a well-documented controversy in early 2001 when Bill and Hillary Clinton left the White House, during which they took several pieces of furniture, artwork, and other household items that were later determined to belong to the government or were disputed by donors. However, the situation is nuanced: many of the items were personal gifts they were legally entitled to accept and keep under federal rules (which allow presidents to retain gifts valued over $375 after disclosure), while others were intended as donations to the White House residence and were returned voluntarily after media scrutiny and donor clarifications.Key Details from Investigations and ReportsWhat Was Taken? Upon departing, the Clintons shipped out about 950 items worth roughly $360,000 in total, including furniture (e.g., sofas, chairs, rugs, and tables valued at around $68,000 overall, with $38,000 kept initially), china, silverware, artwork, lamps, and other household goods. Some furniture had been donated specifically to the White House in 1993 for tax deductions by donors, but the Clintons treated them as personal property based on a 1994 White House Counsel memo.

Returns and Payments: In February 2001, following New York Times and Washington Post reports, the Clintons returned over $28,000 worth of disputed furniture and artwork (about 25 items, including sofas, a table, lamps, and a rug) to the National Park Service, which oversees White House furnishings. They also paid the government $86,000 to reimburse for other personal gifts received in their final months in office. Later that year, two minor items (a $1,725 easy chair and a $675 ottoman) were returned to the Clintons after NPS determined they hadn't been officially accepted as White House property.

So take that in your wet cigar, Hill and Bill.

Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton slammed President Donald Trump's construction project at the White House to build a ballroom. (Alex Wong/Getty Images) The backlash ballroom? It was a conservative conga line. Lawmakers and meme lords piled on, turning Clinton's tweet into a piñata party.

"At least he didn’t steal the silverware," Texas Sen. Ted Cruz posted to X Tuesday, because nothing disarms a dig like a dash of utensil-based shade.

"Hi Hillary, Remind us, wasn’t it you who walked off with $28,000 in White House furniture when you moved out?" conservative influencer Benny Johnson posted to X. "And your husband who defiled the Oval Office during his presidency? President Trump’s funding a beautiful new ballroom out of his own pocket."

"A Clinton would never defile the White House," former White House staffer Alex Pfeiffer shot back in response, dripping sarcasm thicker than White House gravy.

Fox News Digital pinged Clinton's camp repeatedly for a encore on her ballroom beef and the furniture fiasco mockery, but crickets echoed louder than a empty State Dinner hall.

Meanwhile, over in the demolition derby, the White House had already swung the wrecking ball at the East Wing to make room for Trump's terpsichorean triumph. (The Associated Press) Trump himself broke the glittery ground on Monday, because why whisper when you can trumpet? 

"I am pleased to announce that ground has been broken on the White House grounds to build the new, big, beautiful White House Ballroom," Trump wrote on Truth Social. "Completely separate from the White House itself, the East Wing is being fully modernized as part of this process, and will be more beautiful than ever when it is complete!"

"For more than 150 years, every President has dreamt about having a Ballroom at the White House to accommodate people for grand parties, State Visits, etc.," President Donald Trump said. (Getty Images)

"For more than 150 years, every President has dreamt about having a Ballroom at the White House to accommodate people for grand parties, State Visits, etc. I am honored to be the first President to finally get this much-needed project underway — with zero cost to the American Taxpayer!" he continued. "The White House Ballroom is being privately funded by many generous Patriots, Great American Companies, and, yours truly. This Ballroom will be happily used for Generations to come!"

And just like that, the East Room gets an upgrade, the furniture files get a flip, and Washington waltzes on, proving once again that in politics, the only thing more enduring than a grudge is a good grudge match with a side of sequins.

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