‘F— Donald Trump’: Hakeem Jeffries responds to the president’s racist Truth Social video post
House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries, D-N.Y, slammed President Donald Trump on Friday for posting a racist video of former President Barack Obama and former first lady Michelle Obama pictured in the bodies of apes.
His response? “F—k Donald Trump,” said Jeffries in a video posted to Instagram on Friday, bleeping himself.
The now-deleted Truth Social post video drew harsh criticism from the minority leader, calling Trump “an unhinged bottom feeder” while arguing the video was “intentionally” posted.
Jeffries, the first Black lawmaker to lead a party in Congress, defended the Obamas in his video, calling them “brilliant” Americans.
“President Obama and Michelle Obama are brilliant, caring and patriotic Americans,” said Jeffries in the 39-second clip. “They represent the best of this country.”
He continued, calling on Republicans to denounce the racist video — naming Senate Majority Leader John Thune, R-S.D, and House Speaker Mike Johnson, R-La., specifically. Notably, those lawmakers have not yet publicly commented on the video.
“It’s time for John Thune, Mike Johnson and Republicans to denounce this serial fraudster who’s sitting at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue pretending to be the President of the United States,” said Jeffries.
The minority leader has previously been the target of an AI-generated video posted on Trump’s Truth Social account, where Jeffries was depicted wearing a sombrero and with a fake mustache. The video was posted hours after a meeting between Democratic leaders and Trump back in September, ahead of the longest government shutdown in U.S. history.
“Mr. President, the next time you have something to say about me. Don’t cop out through a racist and fake AI video,” said Jeffries in response to the AI video posted with him. “When I’m back in the Oval Office, say it to my face.”
The racist video gathered backlash from Republicans as well, in a rare break with the White House’s rhetoric.
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Senator Tim Scott, R-S.C., the only Black Republican lawmaker in the upper chamber and the chairman of the National Republican Senatorial Committee, was among the first to condemn the video depicting the Obamas.
“Praying it was fake because it’s the most racist thing I’ve seen out of this White House,” said Scott in a post on X. “The President should remove it.”
Rep. Don Bacon, R-Neb, who is retiring from Congress at the end of his current term, told MS NOW the Obamas are owed an apology.
“What the President posted was highly inappropriate. He owes the Obama family and the American people an apology,” said Bacon in a statement to MS NOW. “Most Americans demand better, including basic decency from our President.”
Speaking to reporters on Air Force One Friday night, President Trump refused to apologize for posting the video, saying, “No, I didn’t make a mistake.”
Mychael Schnell contributed reporting.
🔥 She Bought 60 Kilos of Beef Every Day… Until Police Opened the Locked Door and Discovered WHAT She Was Feeding
Every day, a woman bought 60 kilos of beef... But when the police discovered what he needed so much meat for, everyone was petrified...
Lidia entered the butcher shop as soon as they opened and asked sixty kilos of beef to weigh. Ovidiu stood still with the knife in his hand. The old woman had always led a modest life and until then only bought small cuts of meat. Now, instead, he counted old bills with trembling hands and rushed the heavy packages.
He said his son had come to visit and that there would be a great family meal. But that same night, Ovidiu learned that the woman’s son had died several years ago.
The next morning, the woman came back and bought sixty kilos of meat again. Then once more. She avoided any conversation, refused all help, and always looked over her shoulder, as if someone were following her.
The news spread quickly through the village. Some thought he fed stray dogs. Others said he was selling the meat in secret. But no one could explain why he loaded the packages to an abandoned ship on the edge of the forest.
On the fourth day, Ovidiu called the police.
When officers arrived, they found traces of blood on the cement floor, broken bags and a metal door closed from inside. Lydia was there, pale, with her hands stained and her eyes full of fear.
“Please,” he whispered. Don't go in.
That made everyone stay even more still.
The police forced the door. The smell was heavy, wet, almost unbearable. They took a few steps in the darkness, illuminated the interior...
...and they were left speechless.
THE CORRUPT COP PULLED OVER THE WRONG WOMAN — THEN HE POINTED A GUN AT AN FBI AGENT 🔥
A corrupt Texas cop stole from drivers for years… until he pulled over the wrong woman.
The barrel of Officer Harlon Quill’s gun flashed under the brutal Texas sun, pointed straight at Delaney Voss’s chest.
Heat lifted off the blacktop in waves. Gravel snapped under her shoes. Behind her, the rental SUV ticked softly as the engine cooled, and the dry smell of dust, hot rubber, and old roadside weeds sat heavy in the air.
Still, Delaney did not scream. She did not shake. She did not look away.
Quill smiled like he had already won.
Like a woman alone on a forgotten stretch of East Texas highway, with out-of-state plates and a paper coffee cup in the console, was just another easy stop.
He had no idea he had just pulled over the wrong person.
Three days earlier, at 7:18 p.m., Delaney’s younger brother Ronan called her from a gas station bathroom outside Austin and tried to sound calm. He failed before he got through her name.
He was supposed to be on his way to college orientation. He had saved for months, skipped dinners, picked up extra warehouse shifts, and kept his tuition money in a worn bank envelope because the school office had told him the deadline was final.
Then a local officer stopped him.
No warning. No clear reason. Just flashing lights, a hand near a holster, and a voice telling a nineteen-year-old kid that cash in a car looked suspicious.
By 7:46 p.m., Ronan’s tuition money was gone.
No police report. No seizure receipt. No case number. No property inventory. The only thing Ronan had managed to keep was a rushed photo of the citation before the officer snatched it back.
One name was visible at the bottom.
Harlon Quill.
Delaney did not drive to Cedar Ridge for revenge. She drove there for answers, and answers have a way of making guilty people behave exactly like themselves.
Officially, she was on administrative leave. Unofficially, she was behind the wheel of a rental SUV on a two-lane Texas road, dressed like any other tired woman passing through: jeans, plain gray T-shirt, sunglasses, hair pulled back, phone mounted on the dash, and a hidden camera tucked low enough to catch the driver’s window.
Corruption rarely announces itself. It smiles. It calls you sweetheart. It asks one harmless question while its hand is already near your wallet.
Delaney needed to know if Quill was one rotten badge, or if everyone around him had learned to look away.
So she drove under the speed limit.
Calm. Clean. Perfect.
At 2:13 p.m., she passed a barbecue sign half-bleached by the sun. A small American flag snapped from a pole outside a feed store down the road. She saw the patrol car tucked behind the sign before it moved, but she kept her face neutral and her hands steady.
The cruiser slid out behind her.
At first it stayed back. Then it crept closer until the grille filled her rearview mirror.
Delaney tapped the brake once, just enough to mark distance.
That was all he needed.
Red and blue lights exploded behind her.
“Here we go,” she murmured, easing onto the gravel shoulder.
She shut off the engine, rolled down both front windows, and placed her hands on top of the steering wheel where he could see them. Basic procedure. Clear movements. No drama.
But men like Quill were never looking for safety.
They were looking for obedience.
He stepped out of the cruiser like the road belonged to him. Big shoulders. Heavy boots. One hand loose near his weapon. The other carrying nothing but attitude.
When he reached her window, he did not greet her.
“You know how fast you were going, darling?”
“Below the speed limit, officer.”
His laugh was dry enough to match the weeds. “My radar says different. Reckless driving in a construction zone.”
“There hasn’t been a construction sign for miles.”
The smile came off his face.
“You calling me a liar, girl?”
“I’m stating a fact,” Delaney said. “And I’d appreciate you not calling me that.”
That was enough.
His voice hardened. His shoulders moved closer to the window. He ordered her out of the vehicle.
Delaney knew the law. She knew he did not have probable cause. She also knew people like Quill did not fear the law in the moment. They counted on everyone else fearing them more.
She opened the door slowly.
The heat hit her full in the chest. Quill did not step back. He crowded her against the SUV, forced her hands onto the hood, and dropped the oldest lie in the dirty-cop playbook.
“I smell marijuana.”
Delaney felt a cold line run down her spine.
Not because she believed him.
Because she knew what came next.
His hands moved over her with slow, ugly confidence. Then his eyes landed on the bag in the passenger seat.
“What’s in there?”
“My identification,” Delaney said. “And my badge.”
Quill barked out a laugh. “Your badge? What are you, mall security?”
Delaney turned her head just enough for him to hear every word.
“I’m a special agent with the FBI. And you are making a very serious mistake.”
For one second, the whole roadside seemed to hold its breath.
The weeds stopped moving. The cruiser engine hummed. A pickup slowed in the far lane, then kept going. Even Quill stared like the sentence had reached him in a language he did not want to understand.
Then he laughed again.
“Sure you are.”
Delaney reached one careful hand toward the open passenger door.
“I’m going to retrieve my credentials.”
“Don’t move!” he roared.
In a blink, the Glock was out.
The gun stayed pointed at her chest.
Inside the SUV, the hidden camera kept recording. The weapon. The distance. The anger in his face. The way his finger rested too close to the trigger.
But what Quill still did not understand was that this was not the moment Delaney broke.
It was the moment his world began to crack.
Because while he stood there smiling with a gun in his hand, Delaney looked past his shoulder at the reflection in her side mirror…
And saw the nose of a second vehicle rolling slowly onto the shoulder behind his cruiser.
No siren.
No hurry.
And for the first time since the stop began, Officer Harlon Quill’s smile twitched.
**My Sister-in-Law Drugged My Son as a “Prank” — Then Police Found the Prescription With a Name That Terrified Me**
MY SISTER-IN-LAW DRUGGED MY SON
My sister-in-law suddenly offered to take my son, Caleb, to Liberty Oak Park.
It was the last thing I expected from Amber.
Two hours later, my eight-year-old niece, Lily, called me sobbing.
“Auntie Sarah… please come! Mommy said it was just a prank, but Caleb won’t wake up!”
My blood ran cold.
I drove to the park like a woman possessed.
When I reached the edge of the woods, I saw my son lying motionless on the grass.
His face was pale.
His breathing was barely there.
And Amber?
She was leaning against a tree, calmly scrolling through her phone.
I dropped to my knees beside Caleb.
“What did you do to him?”
Amber sighed.
“Stop overreacting. He was being impossible, so I gave him something to calm him down. He’ll wake up soon.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“You drugged my son.”
“It was just a little sedative,” she said coldly. “Maybe if you actually knew how to control him, I wouldn’t have had to.”
My hands shook as I called 911.
Within minutes, paramedics were fighting to keep Caleb alive.
At the hospital, every second felt like a countdown.
Then Detective Miller entered the room.
His expression was grim.
“Ms. Carter, your son was not given an ordinary sedative.”
I froze.
“We found a dangerous combination of powerful prescription drugs and alcohol in his system. His heart could have stopped at any moment.”
My stomach twisted.
Then Miller dropped the second bomb.
“Amber claims she found the medication in your bag. She says you were responsible, and she only tried to cover it up.”
I almost laughed.
Of course.
Amber had already prepared a story.
But Miller shook his head.
“We don't believe her.”
He placed a small evidence bag on the table.
Inside was an empty prescription bottle.
“Lily told us what she saw. She watched her mother crush pills into Caleb’s drink.”
My eyes filled with tears.
“And she showed us where Amber threw this bottle.”
Miller turned it over.
The label was still visible.
“It’s a prescription for high-potency sedatives.”
He paused.
“The prescription is registered to someone else.”
I stared at the name.
My entire body went cold.
Because the person listed on that bottle…
was someone I knew.
Someone who had absolutely no reason to be anywhere near my son.
And suddenly, Amber’s “prank” looked nothing like a prank.
