Former House Speaker Newt Gingrich is warning that Democrats
Former House Speaker Newt Gingrich is warning that Democrats’ “very dangerous” rhetoric and behavior could lead to something “serious” against President Donald Trump, particularly after at least two failed attempts at taking the president’s life.
During an interview on Fox News, Gingrich dismissed a claim by House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries, D-N.Y., that Republicans are “on the run,” warning that Democrats are in a rage and offering “no solutions.”
Gingrich said the left is resorting to extreme tactics to resist Trump and oppose Elon Musk’s efforts to cut government spending.
“Well, I think that everything you showed earlier reflects what Lincoln said at Gettysburg when he said, this is a test of whether this system or any system so conceived in liberty can survive. You have a hard-line group who believe that they have the right to be violent, that they have the right to deny the American people the choice of their leadership, that they have the right to break the law. The answer to all of that is, frankly, you have to lock them up. You have to enforce the law,” Gingrich began.
“Period. And at some point, people begin to realize that you can’t wage war against the entire American people. And in that sense, I would argue that Elon Musk is simply one of the people serving the American people. He’s a senior advisor to the president of the United States. And I think that, in that sense, all of this is totally unacceptable, as is harassing a Supreme Court justice or harassing the vice president and his three-year-old,” Gingrich added.
“What I saw the other night … the House Democrats were sort of zombie Democrats. They couldn’t applaud anything. They couldn’t applaud the president. They couldn’t applaud a 13-year-old cancer survivor. They couldn’t applaud a young man who wanted to go to West Point. They couldn’t applaud people who were there who had lost loved ones. It was pretty bizarre. And I think that, you know, Hakeem Jeffries may think he has to say these things. He’s their leader,” he said.
“What’s he going to say? But the fact is, the Democrats currently have no solutions. They are so enraged that Trump is actually changing what, overwhelmingly, Americans believe is a corrupt system. I’ll just give you one piece of data,” he said.
“Our America’s New Majority project just had a poll come out yesterday. 82% of the American people believe the system is corrupt. Now that’s dangerous. Both for the survival of freedom. But also it tells you the fact that the Democrats, who want to defend the bureaucracy and the corruption and the waste, they’re going to have a big mountain to climb come 2026,” Gingrich continued.
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Gingrich went on to speak about the “remarkable contrast between the destructiveness” of the Democratic Party leadership and the “remarkable focus on peace” by President Donald Trump and his team.
Gingrich warned that it will be a key talking point going into November’s midterms.
“Here at home is totally different and here at home you’ve got two pygmies who live literally within 1.1 miles of each other, both in New York City,” Gingrich said.
“About to elect a big government socialist with radical values. They are totally out of touch with the country. Think about Schumer’s comment. Every day gets better. It sure does not get better for the workers who are laid off, for the people who cannot get there government services, it does not get better for normal Americans. Maybe that tells you how out of touch and house there the Democratic Party has become. But the contrast between the destructiveness of the democratic leadership and to the remarkable focus on peace by Donald Trump is truly astonishing,” Gingrich added.
I worked for years to save $30,000 for school, but my parents insisted I give it all to my sister for an apartment.
I worked for years to save $30,000 for school, but my parents insisted I give it all to my sister for an apartment.
I worked for years to save $30,000 for school, but my parents insisted I give it all to my sister for an apartment. The moment I said no, my mother exploded: “Forget college. Your sister comes first. Hand over the money and keep this house spotless!” I left and started over on my own. Then, years later, they ran into me in front of a huge corporate building—and the look on their faces said everything.
“My parents wanted me to hand over the $30,000 I saved for college to my sister so she could get an apartment. When I refused, Mom yelled, ‘Quit your college, give your saved money to your sister, and clean the house.’ I left my home, moved to an apartment after years, when… they saw me outside a big company—their laughter turned to shock…”
My name is Natalie Pierce, and my family’s love always came with a receipt.
I grew up in Fort Worth, Texas, in a house where my older sister Brooke was the sun and I was the shadow that cleaned up after her. Brooke got praise for breathing. I got chores for existing. If Brooke forgot her keys, it was my fault for not reminding her. If Brooke failed a class, it was my fault for “distracting her.” It was absurd, but it was also normal in our home—normal enough that I believed it for years.
By twenty, I’d saved $30,000. Not from gifts or luck—จาก working nights at a grocery store, tutoring on weekends, and living like a monk. Every dollar was for one thing: finishing my degree in computer science without drowning in loans.
The day my parents found out, they acted like I’d won the lottery for the family.
My dad, Rick, leaned against the kitchen counter and said, “Brooke’s rent is ridiculous. She needs a place closer to downtown. You’re sitting on money
“It’s for tuition,” I said carefully.
My mother, Donna, smiled like she was being patient with a child. “Sweetheart, Brooke needs stability. You can always go back to school later.”
Brooke sat at the table scrolling her phone, not even pretending to be embarrassed. “It’s not a big deal,” she said. “You don’t even like parties.”
I stared at her. “That has nothing to do with it.”
Donna’s smile dropped. “Hand it over, Natalie. Your sister is older. She deserves a start.”
“No,” I said. My voice shook, but it was clear. “I’m not giving away my college money.”
The room went sharp.
Donna’s face twisted. “Quit your college, give your saved money to your sister, and clean the house,” she spat, like those were the only things I was good for.
Rick nodded like it was reasonable. “You live under our roof. You owe us.”
Something inside me snapped—not loudly, but cleanly. I walked to my room, grabbed my backpack, my birth certificate from the drawer I kept hidden, and the envelope of bank statements I’d printed for safety. My hands were shaking, but my decision felt strangely calm.
Brooke laughed when she saw my bag. “Where are you going, drama queen?”
I didn’t answer. I walked out.
For the first time in years, I moved into my own apartment—a tiny studio over a laundromat with thin walls and a broken air conditioner. It was loud. It was imperfect. It was mine.
I worked double shifts. I took online classes when I couldn’t afford full-time. I ate ramen and learned how to say no without apologizing.
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My parents called to demand money. Then to threaten. Then, when that failed, to mock.
“You’ll come crawling back,” Donna said on voicemail. “You always do.”
I didn’t.
Two years later, on a bright Monday morning, I stepped out of a rideshare in downtown Fort Worth, my badge lanyard tucked in my coat pocket, nerves buzzing with the usual pre-work adrenaline.
Across the street, a black SUV pulled to the curb.
My parents and Brooke climbed out—laughing loudly, dressed like they were headed somewhere important.
They didn’t see me at first.
Then Brooke’s eyes landed on my face.
Her laugh faltered. “Oh my God,” she said, loud enough for my parents to hear. “Natalie? What are you doing here?”
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My mother’s mouth curled into a smug smile. “Job interview?” she asked, dripping pity. “Cleaning staff entrance is around the back.”
Rick chuckled.
I looked up at the towering glass building behind me—the one with the giant silver letters that read:
HARTWELL TECHNOLOGIES — CORPORATE HQ.
And then I clipped my employee badge onto my blazer where they could see it.
Their laughter died instantly.
Because the badge didn’t say “intern.”
It said:
SOFTWARE ENGINEER — NATALIE PIERCE
For a second, they just stared. My father’s grin hung on his face like it didn’t know where to go. Brooke’s mouth opened slightly, then closed, like she was trying to swallow a reality she didn’t like the taste of.
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My mother recovered first—she always did. Donna’s expression shifted into a brittle smile, the kind she used at church when someone she hated walked by.
“Well,” she said, voice too bright, “look at that. So you did something with yourself.”
I didn’t respond. I kept my posture steady, the way I’d learned to do in meetings when someone tried to talk over me. I wasn’t going to give her a reaction she could feed on.
Brooke stepped forward, eyes scanning my badge like it might be fake. “Software engineer?” she repeated, incredulous. “Here?”
I nodded once. “Yes.”
Rick finally found his voice. “How long have you been working there?” he asked, suspicious, like the company had committed fraud by hiring me.
“Eight months,” I said.
Donna’s smile tightened. “Eight months and you never told your own family?”
I let out a small breath. “You stopped being my ‘family’ the day you tried to buy my sister an apartment with my tuition.”
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Brooke rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, you’re still on that?”
“Yes,” I said simply. “I am.”
The glass doors behind me slid open as employees flowed out for coffee—lanyards, backpacks, the steady rhythm of people who belonged here. I felt my parents’ attention snag on the atmosphere: the security desk, the clean lobby, the professionalism. It wasn’t a place for their usual performance.
Rick glanced around, then lowered his voice as if negotiating. “Natalie,” he said, “we didn’t come here to fight. We’re actually in town because Brooke has an appointment.”
Brooke nodded quickly, catching on. “Yeah. A leasing appointment,” she said, trying to sound casual. “This building has apartments nearby. Mom and Dad are helping me.”
Donna stepped closer, lowering her voice into something that pretended to be warm. “Sweetheart, you’re doing well. We’re proud. And since you’re doing well… you can help your sister now. It’s the right thing.”
There it was. The true reason.
Not pride. Not reconciliation.
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A transaction.
I stared at my mother. “You laughed at me two years ago,” I said. “You told me to quit college and clean the house.”
Donna’s eyes flashed. “Because you were selfish.”
“I was not selfish,” I replied, my voice steady. “I was protecting my future.”
Rick exhaled impatiently. “Enough,” he snapped. “You’re making a scene.”
I almost laughed. The irony was sharp: they were the ones who demanded money in my childhood kitchen, but now I was the one “making a scene” for refusing.
A security guard near the entrance glanced our way, alert to raised voices. Donna noticed and softened her tone quickly, leaning into performance.
“Nat,” she said, touching my arm like we were close. “We’re just asking for help. Brooke’s struggling.”
I stepped back from her touch. “Brooke’s thirty-one,” I said. “She’s been ‘struggling’ while you both carried her on your backs and made me sweep the floor behind her.”
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Brooke’s face reddened. “Wow. Okay. So you’re bitter. Congrats on your fancy badge.”
“I’m not bitter,” I said. “I’m done.”
Donna’s expression cracked, anger pushing through. “You think you’re better than us now?”
“No,” I said quietly. “I think I’m free.”
Brooke scoffed. “You’re so dramatic.”
I looked her in the eye. “You asked me to hand you thirty thousand dollars I earned. You didn’t even say please.”
Rick’s voice went low and threatening. “We raised you. You owe us.”
My stomach clenched, but I didn’t flinch. “You housed me while you used me,” I said. “That’s not a debt. That’s a lesson.”
Donna’s eyes darted toward the building again, and her tone shifted abruptly—calculating. “So… what do you make?” she asked, too casual.
I smiled once, humorless. “Enough.”
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Brooke’s gaze sharpened. “Enough to help me get an apartment.”
“Enough to pay my own bills,” I corrected. “And to finish my degree. And to build my life.”
Donna’s voice rose. “Your life? Without us?”
“Yes,” I said. “Without you controlling it.”
At that moment, my phone buzzed—an internal message from my team: Stand-up in 5. Conference room 12B.
I glanced at it, then looked back at my family. “I have to go,” I said.
Donna grabbed at the last thread. “Natalie—wait. We can start over. We can be a family again.”
I held her gaze. “Families don’t demand a child quit college to fund a favorite,” I said. “They don’t laugh when she leaves.”
Rick’s voice turned sharp. “If you walk away now, don’t come back when you need help.”
I nodded slowly. “I won’t.”
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I turned toward the doors, badge catching the morning light. Behind me, Brooke hissed, “You’re seriously not going to help me?”
I didn’t turn around. “No,” I said. “I’m going to help myself.”
As I stepped inside, the lobby’s quiet professionalism wrapped around me like armor. But I could still feel their eyes on my back—stunned, angry, recalculating.
And I knew this wasn’t over.
Because my parents didn’t come to apologize.
They came to figure out how to extract something from me.
The rest of the day, my hands moved on autopilot—code reviews, stand-up updates, a debugging session that should have absorbed my brain. But every time my screen went still, my mind replayed Donna’s voice: So… what do you make?
When you grow up as someone’s resource, you learn to recognize the sound of someone checking your price.
At 4:37 p.m., my phone buzzed again.
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Unknown number.
I let it go to voicemail.
It buzzed again.
Then a text appeared:
WE NEED TO TALK. TONIGHT.
No name. But I didn’t need one. My stomach tightened like it used to before family “meetings” at the kitchen table—meetings where my opinion didn’t count.
I didn’t respond.
At 5:10, as I walked out of the building with my laptop bag, I saw them again.
Donna, Rick, and Brooke standing near the curb, like they’d been waiting for hours. Donna waved her hand high, too friendly, like she was trying to make sure everyone around saw a loving mother greeting her daughter.
My chest tightened. I didn’t want a scene outside my workplace. Not because I was ashamed—because I refused to let them poison the place I’d fought to earn.
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I kept walking toward the rideshare pickup zone, pretending I didn’t see them.
Donna intercepted me anyway, stepping into my path. “Natalie!” she sang. “There you are.”
I stopped, keeping a polite distance. “What do you want?”
Brooke crossed her arms. “Wow. Cold.”
Rick’s eyes swept over me—my bag, my blazer, the way my keys hung from a lanyard. He was cataloging. Estimating.
Donna’s voice softened into manipulation. “We just want to celebrate you,” she said. “We were shocked this morning. We didn’t know you were capable of… this.”
I stared at her. “That’s not a compliment.”
Donna ignored that. “So,” she continued, “we thought we could all go to dinner. Like a family.”
Brooke chimed in quickly. “And you can tell us about your benefits. Like… do you get relocation? Signing bonuses? You know, stuff like that.”
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There it was again: extraction, disguised as curiosity.
“No,” I said.
Donna’s smile flickered. “No what?”
“No dinner,” I said. “No discussing my salary. No pretending we’re close.”
Rick’s voice went hard. “You’re really going to throw us away?”
“You threw me away first,” I said calmly.
Donna’s eyes narrowed. “Fine,” she snapped, dropping the mask. “If you’re so independent, then you won’t mind when we take what you owe us through other means.”
My stomach sank. “What does that mean?”
Brooke smiled—small and mean. “Mom found your old bank account when she was cleaning,” she said. “The one you used in college. She still had access because you opened it when you were seventeen.”
My blood went cold. I’d moved most of my money, but not all. And I had been a minor when I opened that account—Donna was on it.
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“You touched my account?” I asked, voice low.
Donna lifted her chin proudly. “It’s family money,” she said. “And since you refuse to help Brooke, we’ll help ourselves.”
The sidewalk seemed to tilt. My hands clenched around my bag strap.
Rick leaned in, voice quiet but threatening. “You don’t want to fight us, Natalie. We can call your company. We can tell them what kind of person you are. We can embarrass you.”
I looked at them—three faces so familiar and suddenly so foreign—and something inside me steadied. Because this wasn’t new behavior. This was the same pattern. Only now they had a bigger target.
I took out my phone, not to argue, but to act.
Donna’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare record me.”
“I’m not recording,” I said. “I’m calling my bank.”
I stepped away, put the phone to my ear, and spoke clearly. “Hi. I need to freeze an account immediately and remove an unauthorized user.”
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Donna’s face twisted. “Unauthorized? I’m your mother!”
I kept my voice even. “You just admitted you planned to take money without my consent.”
The bank representative asked security questions. I answered, hands steady now, fueled by anger turned into action. Within minutes, the representative confirmed the account was locked pending verification and that any transfers would be flagged.
Donna’s face went pale. “You can’t do that.”
“I can,” I said quietly. “And I just did.”
Brooke’s eyes filled with furious tears. “You’re ruining my life!”
I stared at her. “You tried to build your life on mine,” I said. “That’s not my job.”
Rick stepped forward, voice rising. “After everything we did for you—”
A security guard from Hartwell Technologies approached, drawn by the raised voices. “Is everything okay here?” he asked, scanning my parents.
Donna’s tone flipped instantly, syrupy. “Oh yes! We’re just family—”
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I met the guard’s eyes. “They’re harassing me,” I said plainly. “I’d like them to leave the property.”
The guard’s posture sharpened. “Ma’am,” he said to Donna, “you need to step back.”
Donna blinked, shocked that her authority didn’t work here. Rick bristled. Brooke scoffed.
But the guard didn’t care about their family hierarchy. He cared about workplace safety.
He escorted them toward the curb, warning that if they returned, police could be called for trespassing.
As they were pushed away, Donna’s face contorted with rage and disbelief. “You think you’re so special now!” she yelled. “You’re nothing without us!”
I stood still, breathing hard, and realized something strange:
I didn’t feel smaller.
I felt lighter.
Because the shock on their faces wasn’t just about my job title.
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It was about the fact that I had finally become someone they couldn’t control.
And as my rideshare pulled up and I got in without looking back, I understood the final truth:
Leaving home didn’t just change my address.
It changed who had access to my life.
