My world changed forever today. The woman whose hand I held for more than 28 years is no longer here for me to reach for. My beautiful Yolanda passed away. I have written thousands of words in my life, but I do not have words big enough for this. For more than 28 years, Yolanda and I were almost never apart. I don’t mean that figuratively. We had lunch together every day. Dinner together every night. We worked together, traveled together, laughed together, fought battles together, made plans together, grew older together, and went to sleep knowing that whatever tomorrow brought, we would face it side by side. She was not simply my wife. She was the rhythm of my life. My best friend. My partner. My conscience. My sounding board. My greatest defender. My favorite person in the world. There was never really a Tony without Yolanda. There was just us. We lived. God, did we live. We traveled. We laughed until it hurt. We built memories in ordinary restaurants and extraordinary places. We turned lunches into hours-long conversations and dinners into strategy sessions about life. We experienced victories, disasters, adventures, disappointments, and moments so beautiful I wish I could somehow climb back inside them. We did not save life for later. We lived the hell out of it. And I am eternally grateful that we did. Then cancer came. And anyone who followed Yolanda’s journey knows exactly what happened next. She fought. She fought through treatments, surgeries, hospitals, pain, setbacks, and moments that would have crushed most human beings. Again and again, her body would be knocked down. Again and again, Yolanda got back up. She fought like a champion. And somehow, through all of it, she remained Yolanda. Stubborn. Funny. Strong. Beautiful. Defiant. A badass. Right to the very end. Cancer may have finally taken her body from us. But it never defeated the woman. It never touched the love between us. And it will never get the final word on who Yolanda Seruga was. Her LIFE gets that word. Her courage gets that word. Her family gets that word. The thousands of people she touched get that word. And our love gets that word. To all of you who followed this journey, prayed for her, shared our updates, sent messages, contributed financially, checked on us, and carried us through days when I did not know how much more either of us could endure: Thank you. Please understand something very important. Yolanda knew. She knew you were there. She knew people she had never met were praying for her. She knew thousands of strangers had somehow become friends standing beside her in this fight. Your kindness mattered. Your prayers mattered. Your generosity mattered. You gave us something priceless during some of the darkest days of our lives: You reminded Yolanda that she was not fighting alone. And neither was I. I held her hand through this battle just as I had held it through our life together. Now I am sitting here trying to understand something my heart simply refuses to understand: For the first time in more than 28 years, my partner is not beside me. No lunch together today. No dinner together tonight. No familiar voice from the other room. No hand reaching for mine. There is an emptiness where an entire human being—my entire world—used to be. But if there is one thing Yolanda taught me, it is this: Love does not disappear simply because someone dies. Twenty-eight years does not vanish. A lifetime of mornings, meals, laughter, arguments, adventures, whispered conversations, inside jokes, and holding hands does not suddenly become nothing. She is stitched into me. She helped make me who I am. And whatever days I have left on this earth, part of Yolanda will be walking through them with me. I would choose her again. Every time. Every life. Knowing how this story ends, I would still walk straight toward her. Because 28+ years with Yolanda were worth the unbearable price of missing her now. For those asking how to help, the kindest thing you can do is remember her, say a prayer, and hold the people you love a little tighter. And because this fight left thousands of dollars in medical, caregiving, and related bills still outstanding, anyone who feels moved to help me close out those final expenses in Yolanda’s memory can do so here: givesendgo.com/yolandas Please never feel obligated. The love, prayers, and support you already gave her meant more than I can possibly say. Thank you for loving my wife. Thank you for fighting alongside us. Thank you for praying for my girl. She fought like a champ. She lived like a champ. She loved fiercely. And right to the very end, Yolanda Seruga remained exactly what she had always been: One hell of a badass. I love you with every piece of my heart, baby. I loved you yesterday. I love you today. I will love you for the rest of my life. And someday, wherever this road leads… I will find your hand again. Until then, my love. ❤️

Beware of the fake polls; it’s all the Democrats have left... Will there be criminal charges? And if not, why not? This IS 💯 election fraud! 🚨 THE POLLS WERE FAKE. THE CONSEQUENCES WERE REAL. Invent the numbers. Publish the poll. Watch the headlines turn fiction into momentum. Then call it a “social experiment” when investigators catch you. Wedgewood Polls admitted fabricating most of its polling data after FiftyPlusOne confronted it with an investigation. Those numbers entered major polling databases and national political coverage. Decision Desk HQ removed 17 polls. The New York Times removed Wedgewood from its tracking project. But you cannot retract what people already did because they believed you. Michigan Senate candidate Mallory McMorrow says a bogus poll showing her collapsing into single digits helped dry up donations, devastate volunteers, and unleash pressure to quit. She withdrew July 5. Who exactly does she sue? That is the human cost behind the spreadsheet: people giving their evenings, savings, and hope to a campaign while fabricated numbers helped shape its public obituary. And this follows Median Strategies, another fake-polling operation exposed this summer that also invoked the “experiment” excuse. Here is the danger: - Polls influence coverage. - Coverage influences donations. - Donations influence which campaigns survive. Fabricated inputs can produce real consequences. Credit FiftyPlusOne for investigating and exposing Wedgewood. It says it checked identities and methodology beforehand. That raises the bar: verification must go deeper than a plausible résumé and a professional-looking methodology statement. Every aggregator that carried these numbers owes readers a public accounting: what it checked, what failed, and what changes now. With 13 days until Election Day, demand evidence—especially when a poll tells you exactly what you want to hear. Who conducted it? Who paid? Where did the respondents come from? Can anyone substantiate the work? An average cannot turn invented data into evidence. And a correction cannot give a campaign its summer back.

Our Halloweens usually involved a local news crew.

🎃❤️ WE GREW OLDER TOGETHER. BUT WE NEVER GREW UP. Oh, how my sweet Yolanda LOVED Halloween! For Yolanda, our girls, and me, Halloween wasn’t just a holiday. It was practically its own season! Some years, we’d attend FOUR, FIVE, or MORE parties. And somehow, we were always excited about the next one! The costumes scattered across the bedroom. The last-minute adjustments. Yolanda fussing with her hair and makeup. Me making wisecracks. The laughter before we even left the house. We danced. We laughed until our stomachs hurt. We stayed out too late, took ridiculous pictures, and made unforgettable memories. We never worried about acting our age. We were too busy enjoying our lives together. That’s what I miss so desperately. Her mischievous smile. Her infectious laughter. Her hand reaching for mine. The way she could turn an ordinary evening into something magical. Now Halloween is approaching, and for the first time, my favorite girl won’t be getting dressed up beside me. I’d trade every Halloween still to come for just ONE MORE with her. One more costume. One more dance. One more photograph. One more kiss. Oh, sweetheart, we had SO MUCH FUN together. Didn’t we? We were supposed to grow old together, still dressing up, still laughing, still embarrassing our daughters, and still acting like lovestruck teenagers. If Heaven celebrates Halloween, I know you’re the life of the party. Save me a dance, beautiful. Forever your husband. Forever your partner in mischief. I love you, Yolanda; you will forever be my Boo Boos! ❤️🎃💔 Can you tell which photos I am standing on my tiptoes in?

Bingo!

BLOCKADE AND RIOT: How Soros & Gates-Backed Activists Are Already Training For A Contested Election Open Society Policy Center, Melinda French Gates’ Pivotal Ventures and Pritzker Family Foundation are among its supporters. —@nataliegwinters nataliegwinters.substack.com…

🚨 The $1.50 Newsom Tax: California Is Squeezing 13 Million Republicans at the Pump — and It’s Now a National Security Crisis 💥 @POTUS @VP @dojphofficial @AGToddBlanche @ChrisAWright_ @DougBurgum @SecRubio @SenateGOP @HouseGOP @RepKevinKiley California gasoline is the most expensive on Earth — in a state that produces its own oil. 2020: ~$3.20 2026: ~$4.60+ National average: ~$3.10 That’s a ~$1.50/gallon “Newsom tax” on freedom of movement. And the worst part? California is the 7th-largest oil-producing state in America. We have the crude. We have the refineries. We’re paying Third World prices for First World geography. Why? ✬ Cap-and-trade fees baked into every gallon ✬ A 51-cent excise tax (highest in the nation) ✬ The Low Carbon Fuel Standard surcharge ✬ Refinery closures announced under this administration ✬ A special “summer blend” mandate that inflates costs 6 months a year None of this is weather. None of this is OPEC. This is policy — deliberately designed, deliberately applied, deliberately passed on to you at the pump. 13+ million registered Republicans live in California — the largest GOP bloc in America. We are the reddest-blue state in the union. We are a Republican state being governed by an administration that treats us like an ATM. And the punchline: Illegal residents drive on the same roads, breathe the same air, and get subsidized healthcare — while legal residents absorb the full pain at the pump. Legal Californians get the bill. Everyone else gets the benefit. Gasoline isn’t a luxury. It’s how a nurse gets to a night shift. How a dad gets his kid to school. How a small business owner runs a route. Squeeze gas, and you squeeze mobility — the most American freedom there is. This is no longer a state issue. A $1.50/gallon surcharge on 13 million Republicans, in the most populous state in the union, is a national security problem. Congress, the White House, and the Fed need to treat California like a foreign adversary to American drivers. 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Federal intervention isn’t optional anymore. It’s required. 🔴 #CaliforniaGas #NewsomTax #NationalSecurity

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The Riots Are Not Staying in France. Time to Check Your Own Streets. Madrid, Milan, Lisbon, and Brussels all rioted within a week. Identical conditions, identical broken playbook, identical broken roster. France caught fire this weekend, and every other European capital is smelling the smoke. Tens of thousands hit the streets across the country. Students went first, whining about school conditions and college admissions. The unions piled in next, then the professional radicals, and the whole carnival rolled from fuel prices to the cost of living to budget cuts and finally to the idea of authority itself. When a crowd starts rioting against the concept of authority, the regime is losing its grip. (Call it a protest if it makes you feel better.) Here is the scoreboard from one weekend: Nearly a thousand police officers hurt. Over 2,400 arrests between Saturday and Sunday. Looting. Burning. Media called it “peaceful.” :\ And then the historic town of Limoges… Limoges’ town hall was a grand old building. It took two world wars on the chin, but it stayed standing. Statues, stained glass, paperwork older than most countries on earth. The mob burned it to the ground in a long afternoon… tonyseruga.substack.com/p/th…

Do not let these evil Bolshevik, Jihadist, Marxist Demons silence/censor you! Michigan, are you paying attention?! And STOP tiptoeing around your children and grandchildren on the subject!!!! We have a country to save! 🇺🇸

The three-page complaint, dated October 20, 2026, asks the Senate Select Committee on Ethics to investigate Slotkin’s comments about young professionals considering jobs in the Trump administration. washingtonexaminer.com/wp-co…

🚨 MKULTRA’S FILES WERE DESTROYED. THE NEED FOR ACCOUNTABILITY WASN’T. The CIA secretly experimented on human beings. Then its director ordered the records destroyed. That is the documented history of MKULTRA. Beginning in 1953, the Agency funded experiments involving LSD, hypnosis, electroshock, and other attempts to alter human behavior. Some subjects never knew they were being experimented on. People became test material. Secrecy protected the people responsible. In 1973, CIA Director Richard Helms ordered MKULTRA records destroyed. Seven boxes of surviving financial documents, discovered in 1977, helped expose a sprawling operation involving 149 subprojects and more than 80 institutions. Think about that: our understanding of a government abuse depends partly on paperwork that escaped destruction. And this history remains unfinished business. On June 30, 2026, a House task force held another hearing on MKULTRA and accountability. Now consider the publicly documented frontier: ✬ CIA Labs partners with academia and industry on AI, biotechnology, and human-interface systems. ✬ DARPA’s N3 program aims to develop portable brain-machine interfaces that can read and stimulate neural activity without surgical implants. ✬ DARPA’s SHINE initiative seeks to precisely influence neuroplasticity, helping injured brains adapt and recover. Langley's official narrative is that these are research objectives. They do not establish that scientists can remotely control anyone’s thoughts. Nor does the public evidence establish that these programs are MKULTRA operating under new names. Right! 😉 The original program ended. Government-funded neuroscience continued. That makes enforceable consent, independent oversight, and permanent records essential. Healing an injured brain is an extraordinary goal. Protecting the person inside it is a nonnegotiable obligation. Release the surviving MKULTRA records. Protect research participants. Make oversight strong enough to withstand the words “national security.” Your brain belongs to you. No agency’s mission should outrank that, but they believe it does! ☠️

And in Texas, the Bush Crime Family is supporting Telefreako! ☠️ READ ALL OF THE LIES! 👇

🚨 BREAKING: Ilhan Omar posts a crying video BEGGING for money 💸😭 She knows the jig is up. If she’s found guilty: DENATURALIZE. DEPORT. 🛫🇸🇴 No refunds. No return policy. No “but muh refugees.” The Somali-born squad member is sweating, and it shows. 🧵👇 #IlhanOmar #Minnesota #Squad #Deport #MAGA

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The masks are off, and the left is showing its teeth against America.

Oh, she’d best start shopping for white-shoe criminal defense firms now because it’s coming! 🔥🔥🔥🔥 VoiceAgainstCorruption.com has received an enormous number of tips about crazed Slotkin and her behind-the-scenes behavior.