🚨 Let me explain what actually happened at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner..
This was not just a random panic moment in a ballroom.
It was a security architecture problem.
The dinner was at the Washington Hilton.
That matters.
Because a hotel is not the White House.
It has guests.
It has staff.
It has service corridors.
It has elevators.
It has storage rooms.
It has staging areas.
It has normal public-building chaos around one extremely protected room.
Officials say the suspect rushed a Secret Service checkpoint with a shotgun, handgun and knives.
Trump, Melania, Vance and Cabinet officials were inside.
A Secret Service officer was hit in the vest.
The suspect was taken alive.
So yes, the final checkpoint worked.
But that is not the only question.
The real question is:
How did a man with that kind of weapon loadout get close enough that the final checkpoint had to save the night?
That is the part everyone is going to fight over now.
Not because the protectees were hurt.
They were not.
Because the event almost turned a press dinner into a live-fire test of the last possible security layer.
And nobody wants to admit how thin that last layer can feel inside a normal building.
if you’re not following me you’re finding out about this 48 hours late from someone who read my post..
MS NOW host Symone Sanders Townsend recounts how poor security was at the WHCD. She says she was able to roll up to the front door on a scooter and security did not ask to see her ID nor see her ticket, they assumed she was a guest at the hotel:
“I actually showed up to the Hilton shortly after 8 P.M. And I actually took a scooter right up to the front of the Hilton driveway. And this matters because, as you know, usually there’s a lot of protesters outside that’s outside of those barricades before you can actually enter into the driveway of the Hilton.
But this year, there are no protesters outside. I come to find out the people were actually milling about into the lobby. When I got off of the scooter and into in front of the barricade, usually you have to show ID and a ticket.
The folks, the security at the gate, these were not agents, the Secret Service agents. They were not identified as Secret Service agents that I could see at the gate, but they did not ask me to show ID, and they did not ask me to show a ticket. They said, ‘Oh, you’re good. I’m sure you’re going to your room.’ I am not staying at the Washington Hilton.
As I entered into the driveway, I saw the president’s vehicle. The Beast was driving around in the circle of the Hilton driveway, and people walking around near it, taking photos. Secret Service was not keeping a perimeter. And it went around about two or three times while I was outside.
When I entered into the Hilton, I asked Secret Service agents, which I saw they were identified as Secret Service agents, which way the ballroom was, and they said they didn’t know.
When I finally got my way onto elevator, no one asked me to show ID. No one asked me to show a ticket. I got all the way down to the red carpet area without ever showing a ticket to anyone in the Hilton.
I am saying it like this because this is unusual.”
We are so lucky that track star shooter did not have a suicide vest on… He could have decapitated our entire government like we did Iran’s because our Secret service had our President, VP, and most of the Cabinet in a public hotel outside of the security of the White House Gates… And on live TV! We are currently in a war with the largest terrorist state in the world and we have known for years that Iran has sleeper cells in our country that have orders to assassinate our President! WTF are we doing… Sleeping at the wheel? This is why we need that WH ballroom yesterday. Protect our President at all costs
So let’s unpack a few things right up front…
1) He left California and was in DC at the hotel where the WHCD was veing held.
2) Imagine the intent he had to have in order to travel that distance all the while thinking about what he was going to do.
3) He either moved several weapons or procured them in/around DC and figured out a way to get them in proximity to the WHCD.
4) He took the time to load the weapons on to his body (to reportedly include several knives) and nobody noticed.
5) Now here is the kicker…in his hidden location he was somehow aware that the President was in the room and was seated. How/when was he aware of that part?
6) If he wasn’t a guest at the WHCD and he couldn’t see the President from where he was….how did he know?
7) It’s not like he could go look in the room and then go load up with his gear.
8) He was supposedly a guest at the exact hotel? Like every room in that place wasn’t booked full over a month in advance? In DC, on a Saturday, with the WHCD in the same hotel….have you ever booked a hotel in DC during a Major Presidential event? Good luck!!!
All of it screams that he had help from someone in DC. Someone with some serious knowledge and capabilities.
You just don’t pull off something like that on a whim and without some serious reconnaissance ahead of time.
Sen. Chuck Grassley, 92, came within minutes of being the next president of the United States.
The President, Vice President and Speaker of the House could have been killed Saturday night. Had that happened, Grassley, as President pro tempore of the Senate would have been next in line.
There need to be serious conversations about security surrounding our president and top administration officials.
Everyone is overlooking the most chilling detail regarding last night’s third assassination attempt on POTUS.
The shooter at the DC correspondents diner was identified as Cole Tomas Allen, 31, from California. part-time teacher/tutor. Teacher of the Month in December 2024 at C2 Education. BS Mechanical Engineer, Master in Computer Science, video game developer. Donated to Kamala in 2024.
This dude has a background (so far) as normal as it gets, regardless of the contempt smile that seems to be part of his body language baseline, as you can see in the photo below.
But nobody, and I mean nobody, expects to rush a room full of secret service officers expecting to survive whatever goal he had set himself to achieve.
What I mean is that this guy had an actual death wish and the willingness to self-immolate for a chance to hurt people, and if was POTUS, all the better.
Which means that the mass psychosis that some Americans are developing, is pushing them to disregard their own life’s value in exchange for bringing some kind of ‘justice’ or at least pain, from anyone who supports Trump to Trump himself.
That’s the most concerning part. Even if this guy happened to have a ‘history of mental illness’ (which is not confirmed but I wouldn’t be surprised), it actually reinforces the fact that there are deranged sleeper cells out there ready to give their lives some sort of meaning by doing stuff like this.
And I don’t say ‘sleeper cells’ in terms of foreign influence or brainwashing. These are not Manchurian candidates. This is the obvious product of the hate rethoric that has been pushed, over and over again, by the hard left.
You only need to take a look at Bluesky or Reddit to confirm that half of those people think this was fake and the other half are frustrated that he missed.
That’s the real problem America is facing now, and we 100% know who are the ones to blame.
🚨Oh, look at that—America’s “watchdogs of democracy” didn’t just fail the vibe check at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner last night. They straight-up looted the joint like it was the apocalypse, and the only thing worth saving was the open bar.
While shots rang out, the President was being yanked offstage by Secret Service, and the entire ballroom was one trigger-pull away from turning into a national nightmare, what were these tuxedoed truth-tellers doing? Filing urgent dispatches? Checking on colleagues? Showing one ounce of basic human concern? Nah.
They were playing human Roomba on the tabletops—grabbing bottles of wine and champagne two at a time, stuffing them into camera bags, under jackets, down blouses, whatever fit. One blonde in a black jacket looked like she was training for the Olympic wine-heist relay. Another kept casually nibbling her dinner like it was just another Tuesday, and the gunfire was ambient noise. Bro, the President almost got assassinated. and your priority was playing “how many free Cabernets can I smuggle out before security notices?”
These are the same smug, pearl-clutching hacks who spend every waking hour lecturing the rest of us about “civility,” “empathy,” “moral leadership,” and how we’re the ones destroying the country. The ones who cry “threat to democracy” if you question their narrative. The ones who virtue-signal about compassion while calling half the country garbage.
Turns out their moral compass doesn’t point north—it points straight to the nearest unopened bottle of Dom.
Congratulations, media. You didn’t just expose your hypocrisy; you speed-ran it on camera. While the nation held its breath wondering if the President was okay, you proved you’re not elite journalists. You’re not even good looters. You’re the people who show up to a black-tie event, watch bullets fly, and think, “Perfect—now’s my chance for a free case of bubbly.”
At least actual looters wait for the power to go out. You did it with the lights on, in formalwear, live on X.
Classy. Real classy.
Now go write your 3,000-word think piece about how this was actually Trump’s fault for making the wine too tempting. We’ll wait. With our own bottles. That we paid for.
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A Short Lesson on the Importance of Consulting with an Attorney for All Business Transactions
Two guys build a plumbing company together. Best friends for 40 years.
$12M business. Split 50/50.
Partner gets divorced at 64. Ugly. Wife cheating. He’s devastated.
Divorce settlement: She gets 30% of the business. He keeps 20%. His partner still has 50%.
Now there are three owners. Ex-wife holds the swing vote on everything.
He wants to sell to his partner’s son who’s been running it for 10 years.
Ex-wife votes no. “I want market price. Outside buyer.”
She’s already talking to private equity. They’ll gut it and flip it.
The son loses everything he’s built.
The buy-sell agreement? Written in 1987. Says nothing about divorce.
No life insurance funding. No valuation updates. No divorce triggers.
Just says “in the event of death or disability.”
Divorce wasn’t death or disability.
He’s 64. Healthy. Could live another 25 years watching his ex-wife destroy what they built.
Him to his partner: “How could you let this happen?”
Partner: “I didn’t think she’d get any of the business.”
40 years of friendship. Ended by a divorce attorney who read their buy-sell in 20 minutes.
Being a lawyer is professionally managing problems you didn’t create.
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