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1 Delta for today 9/23 https://www.businessinsider.com/nancy-pelosi-facebook-criticism-qanon-posts-kara-swisher-2020-9 [past 7 days] https://www.bing.com/news/search?q=qanon&qft=interval%3d%228%22&form=PTFTNR Have you ever witnessed a full-blown international mainstream media constant [barrage] [counter]attack re: a 'conspiracy'? Simple logic answers the question. Q

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TRUMP CONFIRMS DOJ HAMMER ON BIG OIL AS “SMOKING-GUN” EMAILS IMPLICATE SENATE DEMOCRATS IN A PUMP-PRICE SCHEME By Jonathan Gregory Washington, D.C. - September 18, 2026 President Donald Trump has confirmed he ordered a major Justice Department investigation into ExxonMobil, Chevron, Shell, BP and other oil giants for gouging Americans at the pump, after crude prices collapsed and gasoline refused to follow. “The oil companies are possibly gouging. I hope they’re not. Otherwise they’re going to be in BIG trouble,” Trump said. “We should be in my opinion at $2.25 right now at the pump, and we’re higher than that. And we are doing a big investigation on it.” The probe explodes beyond corporate pricing when investigators claim they have uncovered emails in which oil executives were told to keep pump prices as high as they could, and promised they would be shielded from persecution if they played along. The paper trail is said to show Senate Democrats pushing legislation designed not to lower prices, but to protect the arrangement and advance Democratic officials in the Senate. According to the emails, company leaders were instructed that high prices were the point, that Washington allies would keep them safe, and that the payoff was political muscle for Democratic senators who needed industry cooperation, campaign infrastructure, and a quiet energy market they could blame on everyone except themselves. Oil had tanked. The pump had not. That gap was not a lag in the market, it was a deal. Trump’s warning is aimed at both the boardroom and the Capitol. If the companies held prices up after oil crashed, they face the Justice Department. If Democratic senators wrote the script, promised protection, and used the scheme to push their own people, they are in the blast radius too. The president’s line stays the same: $2.25 was the number Americans should already be seeing, the investigation is “big,” and nobody, not Exxon, not Chevron, not Shell, not BP, and not the senators who swore to keep them safe, gets a pass for squeezing drivers at the pump. @TrumpNews

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IT WAS OVER BEFORE IT BEGAN‼️ Hillary Clinton was detained on 9/11/16, PRIOR to the 3 debates against Trump on 9/26/16, 10/9/16, and 10/19/16. Isn’t that interesting? In the last debate, Hillary said 17 (6x). 17 = Q, and 6x is very intentional and obvious. They caught them all BEFORE Election Day in 2016. “It was over before it began.” - Q https://i.fixupx.com/RealAF_Patriot/status/2099934279933591669

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I need to make a very PUBLIC announcement on behalf of younger GenXers and older Millennials. If you see someone in their late 50's or 60's, who seems a little boring now, I need you to understand something... We already got it in. Like...GOT. IT. IN. We are not sitting home on a Friday night because we never knew how to have fun. We are sitting home on a Friday night because we have seen enough. We went to parties in houses that should have been condemned and were almost certainly owned by the local drug dealer. We saw police lights and RAN and not across a nice, flat field. INTO THE WOODS. Do you understand the athleticism required to hurdle uprooted tree roots in platform shoes while simultaneously trying to keep your low-rise jeans from sliding completely off your ass? And somehow...we never spilled the Zima. We never spilled the Boone’s Farm. That was TALENT!! We slept on floors in strange houses because the designated driver either never showed up or, in a shocking turn of events, was drunker than everybody else. There was no Uber, Life360 or Find My Friends. There was just somebody named Mike saying, “I know a shortcut.” And we FOLLOWED MIKE! We closed down bars and then decided the night was still young, so we drove to Denver, where we somehow managed to get drunk, sober up, get drunk again, sober up again and then get drunk a THIRD TIME before breakfast. And according to our parents? We were at Terri's house. Eating pizza and watching movies. Terri's mother unknowingly covered for approximately 17 people every weekend. If there even was a Terri. We drank things called Purple Passion, Mad Dog 20/20 and whatever somebody mixed inside a giant plastic garbage can. Nobody asked what was in it. You grabbed a red Solo cup and trusted the process. We went to clubs until the lights came on. Do you know the psychological damage of seeing a nightclub with the LIGHTS ON? Nothing good happens after those lights come on. We danced for four straight hours in shoes that permanently altered the structure of our feet. We made entire plans without cell phones...no texts, dropped pins or group chats...just an extremely questionable sense of direction. We rode in cars with 10 people when the vehicle legally seated five. Someone was always sitting on someone. Someone was always in the hatchback or the trunk. And there was always one friend yelling, “DUCK!” when we passed a cop. So yes...now we like being home. We like sweatpants. We like cancelling plans. We like saying, “That sounds fun!” with absolutely no intention of attending. We like restaurants at 5:30 because we can get a good table. We like being home by 8:17. And if someone texts at 9:30 PM and says, “What are you doing?” Sleeping...we are sleeping. Because this is not boring my friends...this is retirement. We already played, partied and danced on the bar. We already ran from the cops through a wooded area dressed like a Spice Girl. We have stories that cannot be posted because there are still people with careers, marriages and reputations to protect. And thank GOD there were no camera phones. So kids, when you look at your Gen X and older Millennial parents sitting peacefully on the couch watching Gutfeld! at 8 PM and think: “God, you guys are boring.” Sweetheart...oh sweetheart. You are looking at retired legends! Put some respect on our names. We're probably the reason Life360 was invented. xoxoxo 🤣 #genx #oldandtired

After September 11, more than a million tons of the World Trade Center was loaded onto barges and shipped to a garbage dump on Staten Island. Then hundreds of men and women stood at conveyor belts for ten months and picked through every ounce of it by hand. They were looking for people. The place is called Fresh Kills. For fifty years it was the largest landfill in the world. It took its last barge of household trash on March 22, 2001, and shut down for good. New York was finally done with it. Five and a half months later, at two o'clock in the morning on September 12, the landfill's director got a phone call at home. He had just walked in the door. Two trucks were at the gate. They were carrying pieces of the World Trade Center. He drove back. The man who ran the dump would later say, without any drama, that if Fresh Kills had not been closed, this could never have happened. There would have been no room. The garbage would have been in the way. The site was empty. So that is where the towers went. Here is how it worked. At Ground Zero, cranes and grapplers lifted the debris into dump trucks. The trucks drove to a pier on the Hudson. There, the load went onto barges, six hundred tons at a time. The barges were towed down the harbor, past the Statue of Liberty, to Staten Island. More than fifteen hundred barges made the trip. At Fresh Kills, sanitation workers unloaded them onto a hill. And then the sorting began. The debris was mechanically screened into three sizes. Chunks bigger than eight inches. Two to eight inches. A quarter inch to two inches. Anything smaller than a quarter of an inch, the size of a fingernail, fell through the last sieve. Everything above that size went onto a conveyor belt. And along the belts stood the detectives. NYPD. FBI. Port Authority police. Medical examiners. Dressed head to toe in white Tyvek suits, in masks, in gloves, on a hill that stank of jet fuel and pulverized concrete and things nobody wanted to name. Looking down at the belt, hour after hour, as the towers rolled past them a fist-sized chunk at a time. When they saw something, they reached in and took it, and placed it in a white bucket at their feet. A wedding ring. A photo ID. A set of keys. A shoe. A piece of a person. The white buckets went to a tent that served as a morgue. The volume was beyond comprehension. In mid-September the operation was processing 1,750 tons of debris a day. By mid-October, 17,500 tons a day. Ten times more. Round the clock. The 200-acre hill was declared a federal crime scene and stayed one for ten months. A retired NYPD detective later wrote down what a shift looked like, because almost nobody outside knew it existed. You wake at 3 a.m. You get a giant coffee. You drive two hours in the dark from Orange County, through New Jersey, to Staten Island. You park at the bottom of a hill that looks like the end of the world. You put on the white suit. You go to your belt. You stand there. You look. Then you drive two hours home and do it again tomorrow. Sanitation workers pulled sixteen-hour shifts, seven days a week. One of them, a supervisor named Barry Asnes, said afterward what kept him there. We were attacked on our own soil, in the city where I was born. This was personal. The operation did not stop for weather. It did not stop for Christmas. It ran until July 2002. Ten months. By the end, the men and women on that hill had recovered thousands of human remains. Tens of thousands of personal effects. Wallets, badges, wedding bands, photographs, all cleaned and catalogued and returned to families who had nothing else to bury. When they were finished, the remaining material was placed in a 48-acre section of the landfill, a mound two hundred and twenty-five feet high, and covered. It is a park now. Many of the men and women who stood on that hill have lung disease. Asthma. Cancer. PTSD. The air they were breathing, eight and ten and sixteen hours a day, was full of the towers. Some of them have died of it. Almost nobody knows their names. Almost nobody knows the place. Mention Fresh Kills and 9/11 in the same sentence, the retired detective wrote, and most people will have no idea what you are talking about. Here is what you should know. Two thousand seven hundred and fifty-three people were murdered in those towers. Only about six in ten have ever been identified. Every one of those identifications came out of a white bucket. Every wedding ring returned to a widow. Every badge returned to a firehouse. Every fragment of bone matched to a name and buried with a headstone instead of a question mark. Somebody in a white suit, standing at a belt on a garbage dump at four in the morning, reached into the World Trade Center as it rolled past, and picked that person up, and put them in a bucket, and sent them home. They did that for ten months. Nobody applauded on the hill. There was nobody to watch. They did it anyway. 🇺🇸 https://x.com/japan_nobunaga/status/2098657863484793047