The House of Representatives passed a bill
The House of Representatives passed a bill last week that would make it easier to get federal permits to build infrastructure for AI projects. The bill, known as the SPEED Act, garners support from major tech companies such as OpenAI, Micron, and Microsoft.
The bill passed the House by a vote of 218 – 213, despite a conservative revolt that almost killed it in a procedural vote. The Senate will now look at the bill, and it will probably be part of a bigger discussion about changing the rules for permits.
SPEED Act supporters say the U.S. must beat China and other global rivals to be the top AI leader.
“The electricity we will need to power AI computing for civilian and military use is a national imperative,” said Rep. Bruce Westerman, R-Ark., the bill’s sponsor and chair of the House Natural Resources Committee.
The SPEED Act would reform the 1969 National Environmental Policy Act, which requires federal reviews for projects that would affect the environment.
The SPEED Act would shorten the current six-year statute of limitations for NEPA litigation to 150 days and tighten the deadlines for NEPA reviews.
Recent permitting delays for Democratic-backed clean energy projects have garnered bipartisan support for permitting reform.
As AI has become a major industry and power-hungry data centers have put more strain on the electric grid, pressure has grown on Congress to take action.
The SPEED Act would enable the United States to be “nimble enough to build what we need, when we need it,” according to Rep. Jared Golden of Maine, the bill’s Democratic cosponsor.
However, the majority of Democrats opposed the SPEED Act and insisted that any permitting bill reverse President Donald Trump’s efforts to stifle offshore wind and other renewable energy sources.
The GOP leadership’s insertion of language to exempt Trump’s attempts to block renewables from provisions in the SPEED Act that would limit the White House’s ability to arbitrarily yank permits it dislikes intensified Democratic resistance.
During a procedural vote on the House floor, conservatives opposed to renewable energy demanded concessions in exchange for their votes, leading to the addition of the amendment.
“That provision codifies a broken permitting status quo. I look forward to working with my colleagues across the aisle in the Senate to craft a bipartisan product that can become law,” said Rep. Scott Peters, D-Calif., who supports permitting reform but opposed the SPEED Act.
The “U.S. Tech Force,” a new ini
The “U.S. Tech Force,” a new initiative announced by the Trump administration this month, will employ roughly 1,000 engineers and other experts to work on artificial intelligence infrastructure and other technology projects across the federal government.
According to an official government website, participants will commit to a two-year employment program where they will work with teams that directly report to agency leaders in “collaboration with leading technology companies.”
According to the website, these “private sector partners” include Amazon Web Services, Apple, Google, Dell Technologies, Microsoft, Nvidia, OpenAI, Oracle, Palantir, Salesforce, and many more.
As it vies with China for supremacy in the quickly expanding field, the Trump administration is putting more effort into building America’s AI infrastructure, according to the Tech Force.
Four days after President Donald Trump signed an executive order to create a national AI policy framework, which industry leaders opposed, states creating their own regulations, the initiative was unveiled.
After completing their two terms, Tech Force members are eligible to apply for full-time positions with companies that have agreed to hire program alumni. Employees of the private partners may also be nominated to serve periods in the government.
“We’re trying to reshape the workforce to make sure we have the right talent on the right problems,” U.S. Office of Personnel Management Director Scott Kupor recently told CNBC’s “Squawk Box.”
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Trump Diagnosed with Chronic Venous Insufficiency
The White House announced on July 17, 2025, that President Donald Trump has been diagnosed with chronic venous insufficiency (CVI), a common circulatory condition. Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt confirmed the diagnosis during a briefing in Washington, D.C., following public observations of swelling in the president’s lower legs.
Chronic venous insufficiency occurs when the valves in the leg veins weaken or become damaged, impairing the return of blood to the heart. This leads to blood pooling in the lower extremities, often causing swelling (edema), a heavy or achy sensation, and in some cases, skin changes or varicose veins. The condition is particularly prevalent in individuals over 70, and Trump was 79 at the time of diagnosis.
Doctors conducted a thorough medical evaluation, including bilateral lower extremity venous Doppler ultrasounds. The tests confirmed CVI but explicitly ruled out more serious concerns, such as deep vein thrombosis (DVT), arterial disease, or any cardiac issues. An echocardiogram showed normal heart structure and function. White House physicians described the condition as “benign and common,” emphasizing that Trump remains in excellent overall health.
The announcement came after recent public appearances where observers noted Trump moving more slowly and visible swelling around his ankles. Images circulating online also showed bruising on his hands, which officials attributed to frequent handshaking combined with his daily use of aspirin for cardiovascular prevention. Leavitt stressed that the evaluation was performed “out of an abundance of caution.”
Officials reassured the public that CVI is manageable and does not threaten the president’s ability to perform his duties. Standard management typically includes compression stockings, leg elevation, regular walking to improve circulation, weight management, and monitoring. Trump is receiving appropriate care, and his active schedule during a demanding period continues uninterrupted.
The diagnosis generated significant online reaction, with supporters trending hashtags such as #TrumpStrong and offering messages of encouragement. While the condition requires ongoing attention, medical experts note it is rarely life-threatening when properly managed.
This health disclosure highlights a broader truth: even national leaders are subject to age-related medical conditions. The White House’s prompt communication aimed to promote transparency and maintain public confidence. As of early 2026, the condition has been described as stable with no reported complications affecting Trump’s overall health or performance.
The announcement serves as a reminder that proactive medical evaluation remains essential, even for those in high-pressure roles. Updates will be provided as needed while President Trump continues to fulfill his responsibilities.
I stepped back onto my porch, pulled out my phone, and made one call that changed every single thing...
"I got a call from my neighbor about a moving truck at my house while I was at work. I came home to find my parents and sister moving his family into my house without permission. ‘You don’t need that.’ I smiled and didn’t say a word, but my one call changed everything...
When my neighbor Darlene called me at 2:17 p.m., I almost ignored it. I was halfway through a brutal shift at the dental office in Cedar Ridge, Ohio, and she never called unless it mattered. The second I answered, she said, “Maris, there’s a moving truck in your driveway. Two men are carrying furniture inside your house.”
I froze. “What?”
“And your parents are there,” she added, her voice dropping. “Your sister too. They have keys.”
For a moment, I thought there had to be some emergency. A burst pipe. A break-in. A fire. Then Darlene said the sentence that made my stomach turn cold.
“There’s a man with them. He’s got a woman and two kids. It looks like they’re moving in.”
I left work without even clocking out properly. My hands shook the entire drive home. The house was mine, legally and financially. I had bought it three years earlier after working double shifts, skipping vacations, and living on almost nothing. My parents had never liked that I refused to “share my blessings” with the family, especially with my older sister, Talia, who seemed to view every stable thing in my life as something temporary she could eventually claim.
When I pulled into my street, the moving truck was still there. My front door was wide open. I could see boxes stacked in the entryway and a stranger’s sectional being shoved across my hardwood floor.
Inside, my mother stood in the kitchen directing people like she owned the place. My father was carrying lamps. Talia was laughing with a stocky man in a baseball cap while two children ran up my stairs in muddy shoes.
I stared at them. “What is this?”
Talia turned as if I were the one interrupting her day. “Perfect, you’re home. This is Jace, and we needed somewhere temporary.”
“Temporary?” I repeated.
My mother sighed. “Don’t be dramatic. You live alone in a four-bedroom house. Your sister’s family needs space.”
I looked at the man. “Family?”
Talia folded her arms. “We got married last month.”
Nobody had told me.
My father set down a lamp and said, “It’s done, Maris. Don’t make this ugly.”
Then Jace, a man I had never met, smiled in my own living room and said, “You don’t need all this space anyway.”
The house went silent.
I looked around at my furniture shoved aside, my cabinets opened, my privacy stripped bare. My heart was hammering, but suddenly I felt calm. Terrifyingly calm.
I smiled.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t yell. I didn’t touch a single box.
I stepped back onto my porch, pulled out my phone, and made one call that changed every single thing...
…The phone rang only twice before it was answered.
“Carter & Wells Law Group,” a calm voice said.
“It’s Maris Hale,” I replied, steady despite the storm building inside me. “I need you to come to my house. Now.”
There was a brief pause. Then: “Understood. We’ll handle it.”
I ended the call and slipped my phone back into my pocket.
From inside, I could hear laughter. Cabinet doors opening and closing. The heavy thud of furniture being dragged across floors I had refinished myself, one exhausting weekend at a time. It should have made me furious.
Instead, I leaned against the porch railing and waited.
Ten minutes passed.
Then twenty.
Eventually, Talia stepped outside, irritation already written across her face.
“Are you seriously just going to stand there?” she snapped. “We’re trying to get settled.”
I met her eyes, still calm. “Are you?”
She frowned, clearly expecting an argument, a scene—something she could twist into proof that I was unreasonable. When she didn’t get it, she grew uncomfortable.
“You’re being weird,” she muttered.
“Maybe,” I said lightly.
She huffed and went back inside.
At exactly 3:04 p.m., two black sedans pulled up in front of the house.
Darlene, who had been watching discreetly from her window, stepped out onto her lawn. I saw her fold her arms, curiosity mixed with something like satisfaction.
The front doors of the sedans opened, and three people stepped out—two sharply dressed attorneys and a uniformed police officer.
Now the energy shifted.
I pushed off the railing and walked toward them.
“Ms. Hale?” one of the attorneys asked.
“Yes.”
He nodded once, then turned toward the open front door. “Let’s proceed.”
We entered together.
The moment my mother saw the officer, her smile faltered.
“What is this?” she demanded.
My father straightened, suddenly cautious. Talia froze mid-sentence. Jace looked between us, his confidence slipping just enough to notice.
I didn’t raise my voice.
“I’d like everyone to stop moving things,” I said.
No one moved.
The officer stepped forward, his tone firm but controlled. “Is this your property, ma’am?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Sole owner. Deed and title in my name.”
One of the attorneys opened a folder and held up documents. “We have verified ownership. No co-signers. No shared rights. No legal residency granted to any other party.”
Silence.
Heavy, suffocating silence.
My mother tried to recover first. “This is ridiculous. We’re family.”
The attorney didn’t even look at her. “Family status does not grant legal access to private property without consent.”
Talia’s face flushed. “She said we could stay!”
I tilted my head slightly. “When?”
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Jace stepped forward, trying to salvage something. “Look, we just needed a place. It’s not a big deal. We’ll work something out.”
The officer’s expression didn’t change. “Sir, you are currently occupying a residence without permission. That qualifies as unlawful entry.”
Now the panic started to show.
My father cleared his throat. “Maris, don’t do this. We can talk.”
I finally looked directly at him.
“We could have,” I said quietly. “Before you walked into my house like it was yours.”
That landed.
Harder than anything louder ever could.
My mother’s voice rose, defensive. “We raised you! Everything you have is because of us!”
I let that sit for a moment.
Then I nodded slowly.
“And everything I have,” I replied, “I paid for myself.”
The attorney stepped forward. “At this time, we are formally requesting that all unauthorized individuals vacate the property immediately.”
“Immediately?” Talia snapped. “With two kids?”
The officer’s voice cut through the room. “You should begin gathering your belongings.”
For the first time since I arrived, the house felt like mine again.
Not because of the walls.
But because of the boundary.
Jace muttered something under his breath, clearly frustrated, but he started picking up boxes. Talia followed, her movements sharp and angry. My parents lingered a moment longer, as if waiting for me to change my mind.
I didn’t.
Eventually, they moved too.
It took less than an hour for the house to empty.
The same truck that had arrived full left just as heavy, but now there was no laughter. No confidence. Just tension and silence.
As the last box was loaded, Talia turned to me one final time.
“You didn’t have to do it like this,” she said.
