A lot of things happened. Here are some of the things. This is TPM’s Morning Memo. Sign up for the email version. After the two engaged in a half-hearted public apology tour, which mostly involved the world’s richest man tweeting that he “went too far” in some of his criticisms of President Trump, the pair are back…
You know that Social Security data the DOGE boys could only view?
The Trump administration has built a searchable national citizenship data system. The tool is designed to be used by state and local election officials to ensure only citizens are voting. But it was developed rapidly without a public process, and some of those officials are already worrying about what else it could be used for.
What it could be used for? They already used it to declare legal working immigrants with a valid Social Security number dead.
There are a few GOP Senators trying to convince people they’re courageous, principled legislators. An act they’ll continue to put on, right up to the moment they actually have to defy Trump.
Handwritten? With a Sharpie? I hope it came with a translation. Who could even read it.
On June 30, he pursued a new tactic: publicizing a handwritten note that he sent to Powell.
“You are, as usual, ‘Too Late,’” Trump wrote to Powell in a note shared on the president’s social media app Truth Social. “You have cost the USA a fortune and continue to do so. You should lower the interest rate by a lot! Hundreds of billions of dollars being lost! No inflation.”
Trump penned the note, accompanied with his signature, alongside a list of central banking rates set by nations across the world
It appears our democracy (what’s left of it) is at the mercy of a generation of slack-jawed idiots. A friend who teaches lit at a state university tells me some of ‘em are so brainless that they don’t know how to do a Google search. The very generation that grew up with ubiquitous IT.
It’s idiocy across the board. I’ve told this tale before, bear with me. Was telling a story to a woman at my gym. She’s probably late 30s, early 40s. Well spoken, zero apparent intellectual deficiencies or mental challenges. Normal, seemingly bright. Anyway, the story was about a plane trip I took once to Manila.
“Where’s Manila?” she says.
Look, I know knowledge of geography is not the be-all, end-all bar to meet to prove you’re at least marginally intelligent. But “Where’s Manila?”
Most people know about five basic things they need to navigate their day. Where is the bathroom, refrigerator and TV? And the route back and forth to work and the grocery. Beyond that they can’t be bothered.