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I posted this week from a place of stress, and I said more, faster, and louder than the moment called for. I don't regret caring about doing things the right way. I do regret making it a public spectacle before it was understood, and pulling people I respect into the swirl. That part is on me.

I'm deleting the threads, going to step back and let this be handled the way it should be. Thank you to the ones who checked in quietly.

I began working as a Special Government Employee for the Department of War in July, to serve the country in a more hands-on way.

My press credentials at the Pentagon expired in June and I did not seek a renewal of those credentials.

I currently am not a member of the Pentagon Press Corps and no longer attend briefings or events as a journalist.

Reminder: the soft power branch of the Democratic Party has trained countries all over the world on the importance of voter ID.

Stacey Abrams herself accompanied a NDI delegation to an African country which came out with the finding that biometric voter IDs should be implemented.

They call these exact same requirements racist in America.

You all enjoyed my husband’s liquor. Please vote for him!

And a personal note on my husband:

When I was doxxed, sure, they wrote mean things about me. But it was Brent who got the brunt, because he was public-facing then in running a small business.

And this is the story I haven’t told before now:

The Tesla Takedown protests in the wake of USAID cuts were so nasty. By then, I’d already taken the kids and fled to my mother’s house and we homeschooled them.

One day, @data_republican and I took them to an amusement park. And, my special needs youngest eloped. We spent hours finding him. It was the most scary hours of my life. But we found him at the end of the day.

The first thing I returned to afterwards: I found out I’d missed a SLC Tribune commentary deadline. Whatever.

But the next day, they proceeded to make a huge point of my husband’s distillery, here’s his address wink nudge nudge.

In the end, my husband got thousands of death threats. I didn’t. He was legible and visible as an attack vector. I wasn’t.

Every now and then, I hold his hands and ask if he regrets any of this… and he says no, firmly, every time.

And his liquor is genuinely good. He was an engineer in the first place. He studies the chemistry of various ingredients to the mole and reverse engineers flavors.

If you’ve enjoyed our liquor, please cast your vote!