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Thursday, April 9, 2026

My Face to Face Confrontation with California Gubernatorial Candidate Eric Swallwell will soon be VIRAL

I could see FEAR in Rep. Eric Swallwell's eyes when I confronted him at a campaign event

 

It all began years ago with the Fang Fang situation. Back when Swalwell was a young city councilman in Dublin, California, he crossed paths with a Chinese national named Christine Fang (often referred to as Fang Fang). She became involved in his early political efforts, helping with fundraising and campaign activities. Around 2015, the FBI gave him a defensive briefing about her, after which he cut ties. The episode later became public and has followed him ever since, with critics frequently bringing it up as a point of concern regarding his judgment at the time. Swalwell has maintained that he did nothing wrong and cooperated fully with authorities. Still, the story has lingered like an unwelcome encore at a concert that’s already gone on too long.



REO Speedwagon did NOT appear at Eric Swallwell's campaign event

Since then, Swalwell has had his share of other headaches. He’s been in the spotlight for fiery floor speeches, partisan clashes, and the occasional viral moment that didn’t always land well. Now, in 2026, he’s thrown his hat into the ring to run for Governor of California, aiming to succeed Gavin Newsom in a crowded and competitive primary. He’s campaigning on issues like affordability, climate, and protecting California values. However, the Fang Fang matter has resurfaced in the news cycle, with renewed discussion about old investigative files. On top of that, there have been fresh online rumors about alleged staffer issues (which his campaign has strongly denied). It feels like every time his campaign bus tries to pick up speed, another old pothole appears in the road.
Now for the fun part: the day I, your humble investigative journalist (and proud classic rock nerd), showed up at one of his town halls. The room was packed, Swalwell was mid-speech about building a better California, and I got the mic. Instead of the usual policy questions, I decided to test his readiness for leadership with some Classic Rock Trivia.
“Congressman,” I said cheerfully, “quick question to see if you’re ready to lead the Golden State: What year did REO Speedwagon release ‘Keep On Loving You’? And does the chorus remind you of anything from your early political days?”
He paused. Blank stare.
I kept going with a smile: “Three Dog Night — ‘Joy to the World.’ Was it Jeremiah the bullfrog, or was there another Jeremiah involved in campaign logistics back in the day?”
Still nothing. A few people in the audience started to chuckle.
I finished strong: “And finally, Led Zeppelin — ‘Stairway to Heaven.’ Is there a hidden message in there about California governance, or is it just a great guitar solo? Bonus round: How does ‘Whole Lotta Love’ compare to the energy on the campaign trail right now?”
Swalwell looked like he’d been asked to explain quantum physics in pig Latin. He mumbled something about focusing on the issues that matter to Californians and tried to move on. He couldn’t (or wouldn’t) answer a single question. Security eventually gave me the gentle “thanks for playing” signal, but I walked away feeling like I’d just dropped the mic with zero feedback.
My favorite classic rock bands? Easy. REO Speedwagon — those guys deliver pure, heartfelt arena rock. “Take It on the Run” is basically the soundtrack for anyone trying to outrun old headlines. Three Dog Night — incredible harmonies and sing-along anthems. “Mama Told Me Not to Come” always makes me think twice about attending certain political events. And Led Zeppelin? Absolute legends. Jimmy Page’s riff mastery, Robert Plant’s soaring vocals, tracks like “Kashmir,” “Black Dog,” and “Immigrant Song” — it’s raw, epic rock that still hits hard decades later. No frills, no spin, just pure musical power.
In the end, Swalwell will probably block me on X (formerly Twitter) for hitting him with those silly questions and embarrassing him at the town hall. But hey, that’s rock ‘n’ roll, Congressman. Sometimes the truth comes with a guitar solo. Keep on loving you… or at least keep on campaigning. The voters will decide the rest.


Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Trust the Plan, Panicans! (Only 2 moar weeks!)

President Trump handing out  McDonalds fries to loyal frens who trust the plan at a recent screening of "Saving Private Barron" at the White House




The “Trust the Plan” legend didn’t start in some dusty think tank. It bubbled up from the wild QAnon corners of the internet back in 2016, promising that Donald Trump was secretly playing 17-dimensional chess while the rest of us were stuck on checkers. Every setback, every leaked story, every “nothingburger” was just part of the master script. Real patriots didn’t panic — they simply posted more Pepe memes and reminded each other that the storm was coming. Always coming. Just not today.
Paired with that sacred mantra was its trusty sidekick: “2 More Weeks.” No matter the crisis — stolen election, Durham report, vaccine mandates, or economic collapse — the answer was eternally the same. Hold the line, brothers. Two more weeks and the hammer drops. The timeline slipped so often it developed its own gravitational pull, yet the faithful stayed glued to their seats like they were watching the world’s longest intermission.
Trump never fully endorsed the Q stuff (he’s too savvy for that), but he mastered the art of feeding the hopium pipeline. A cryptic tweet here, a “big things are happening” rally line there, and suddenly the entire online right was convinced the plan was unfolding exactly as written. The man could make waiting feel like winning.
Fast-forward to 2026 and the meme got a dramatic geopolitical remix courtesy of Iran. Tensions skyrocketed, strikes flew, and Trump dropped the classic maximum-pressure special: open the Strait of Hormuz or watch your infrastructure turn into expensive modern art. Pundits on every side started sharpening their “I told you so” posts. The theater lights dimmed. The frogs leaned forward in their red velvet seats, fries halfway to their mouths.Then, right before the “entire civilization ends tonight” deadline hit, Trump pulled the ultimate plot twist: a two-week ceasefire. Announced with full showman energy — tremendous deal, Iran begged for mercy, peace through strength, etc. Defense Secretary Hegseth called it Trump choosing mercy at the last second. The Pepes in the audience immediately perked up. See? The plan was working all along.
Nothing screams “total victory” quite like threatening Armageddon and then hitting the pause button for a fortnight of negotiations. It’s the political version of telling your date you’ll pick her up at 8, showing up at 9:45, and saying “trust me, the restaurant is worth the wait.” The fries kept flying. The crowd kept cheering.
The beauty of the meme is how adaptable it’s become. Back in 2020 it was about election audits that were perpetually two weeks away. Now it’s about Iran folding after a few precision strikes and some strongly worded tweets. When Tehran tried to counter with their own 10-point permanent peace plan, Trump reportedly tossed it straight in the garbage and stuck to the temporary truce. Two more weeks, folks. The white hats remain in control.
Critics love to call this endless delay coping. Supporters prefer to call it faith. The meme doesn’t pick sides — it just keeps racking up ironic likes while the frogs stay seated, eyes locked on Trump as he casually tosses another handful of golden hope from the front of the theater.
This latest Iran episode is pure “2 More Weeks” revival. After weeks of buildup, fiery rhetoric, and apocalyptic threats, we suddenly get a diplomatic time-out disguised as strategic genius. The online right is already declaring it the greatest negotiating masterclass since the last greatest negotiating masterclass. The left is pointing and laughing at the sudden U-turn from “civilization dies tonight” to “let’s chat over the next fourteen days.” Both sides are technically correct, which is the worst kind of correct.
At its heart, the meme is both love letter and loving roast. It gently mocks the eternal waiting room of Trumpworld while celebrating the unbreakable loyalty of the base. No matter how many times the grand finale gets rescheduled, the theater stays packed. The McDonald’s fries keep circulating. Trump keeps performing like the ultimate concessions guy.
So here we are in April 2026, fresh off another dramatic two-week reprieve in the Middle East. Will this ceasefire actually hold and blossom into a real deal? Or will we be right back here in May screaming “two more weeks” once again? The frogs don’t seem worried. One’s wearing a MAGA hat, one’s in Space Force gear, and one’s half-asleep under a blanket, still smiling.
Doesn’t matter. The meme endures. Trump throws another fry. The Pepes catch it mid-air with perfect form. And somewhere in the back row, a sleepy frog in a blanket whispers the sacred words that have carried the movement through thick and thin: “Trust the plan.” Pass the ketchup.




 
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