Qatari journalists and Al-Jazeera figures are openly calling Zohran Mamdani’s victory in New York a direct “outcome of October 7 and the resistance in Gaza.”
“The characteristic feature of the loser is to bemoan his own defeats and to attribute them to anything except his own judgment.”
— Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince, 1532
It's February 9, 2025, Super Bowl LIX. The Philadelphia Eagles dismantle the Kansas City Chiefs 40-22 in New Orleans, but the
We live in Linda Sarsour’s New York, most people just don’t know it yet.
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— Jason Curtis Anderson (@JCAndersonNYC) November 7, 2025
Zohran Mamdani, the 34-year-old state assemblyman from Queens and newly elected mayor of New York City (as of November 4, 2025), campaigned on
New York City, the beating heart of American grit and innovation—you've just been handed a raw deal, wrapped in the red tape of progressive platitudes and sealed with the indifference of those who should know better. On November 4, 2025, as the final votes trickled in, Zohran
A Week after October 7 Masscre Zohran Mamdani and DSA Mob of 3000 Zorsheviks marched to Sen.Gillbrands office and 100 of them for PR like Zohran got arrested.
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3000+ NYers marched to Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand’s office to demand she call for a ceasefire.
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OH MY GOD, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN—NEW YORK, IS F**ked! YOU ABSOLUTE, BEDAZZLED MESSES!
It's November 2nd, 2025 Election Eve, and I'm holed up in this roach motel of a hotel room overlooking Times Square, where the tourists are still puking glow sticks from Halloween
A Dearborn resident faces both a federal lawsuit over gaming fraud and alleged involvement in an ISIS-inspired plot—raising questions about how law enforcement tracks individuals across overlapping investigations
On October 7, 2025, Epic Games filed a federal lawsuit in Michigan against two residents of Dearborn for what the company
Forest Hills Stadium last Sunday night reeked of patchouli and entitlement, that sour cocktail of unwashed flannel and overpriced oat milk lattes sloshing around in the bellies of 13,000 self-proclaimed revolutionaries. These weren't the grizzled dockworkers of some dusty labor strike or the wide-eyed factory hands from
