The scandal is growing! Donald Trump no longer likes Giorgia Meloni either
US President Donald Trump has sharply criticized Italian Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni, the "Corriere della Sera" and ANSA newspapers reported, quoted by BTA.
"Giorgia Meloni does not want to help us in the war," Trump said in a telephone interview with "Corriere della Sera." He was referring to the war in Iran and the fact that Meloni has stated several times that Italy does not want to be involved in this conflict. Meloni did not respond to Trump's call to participate in securing the Strait of Hormuz while hostilities are taking place in the region. Italian Defense Minister Guido Crosetto did not allow access for American fighter jets to a military base in Sicily, from where they can launch strike missions against Iran, the media recall.
In the interview with “Corriere della Sera“ Trump said that he had not spoken to Meloni for some time, who was considered close to him. Trump explained that he had not spoken to Meloni because “she does not want to help us with NATO, she does not want to help us get rid of (Iran's) nuclear weapons“.
“She is very different from what I thought“, Trump also said of Meloni.
These criticisms were showered on Meloni's head just a month after in another interview with “Corriere della Sera“ Trump praised Meloni and called her a “friend“ and a “great leader“ who “always tries to help“. These words were then spoken after Meloni sent a combat frigate near Cyprus, as Cyprus became an indirect victim of the conflict in Iran, ANSA recalls.
“This is not the same person anymore and Italy will not be the same country that it was“, the American president now noted in an interview with “Corriere della Sera“, referring to the Italian leader.
“Do you like the fact that your Prime Minister does nothing to get oil?“, Trump also said, addressing the Italians directly. “Do the people like that? I can't imagine. I'm shocked by her. I thought she was brave, but I was wrong“, Trump said, completely ignoring the fact that Meloni was the first leader of an EU, NATO and G-7 member state to visit the Gulf region in at a time when fighting was taking place there and she spoke there specifically about energy supplies to Italy. Meloni had previously visited Algeria for this purpose, to guarantee an increase in natural gas and oil supplies to Italy amid the halted supplies from the Gulf.
"Meloni is behaving unacceptably because she doesn't care if Iran has a nuclear weapon and if Iran would blow up Italy in two minutes if it had the opportunity", Trump also said in a telephone conversation with “Corriere della Sera“.
This outburst of anger followed three statements by Meloni in which she criticized Trump for his criticism of Pope Leo XIV.
Eli Schlein, the leader of the Democratic Party of Italy, has now sided with Meloni. "I strongly condemn President Trump's attack on Prime Minister Meloni, who, as befits, expressed solidarity with Pope Leo XIV“, Schlein said. She reminded that she and Meloni are political opponents, but added that all Italian citizens will not accept attacks or threats against the Italian government.
Italian Foreign Minister Antonio Tajani immediately spoke in support of Meloni.
„We are and remain sincere supporters of the unity of the West and firm allies of the United States, but this unity is built with loyalty, respect and mutual frankness. We are used to saying what we think, because that is what serious people do. Until today, President Trump considered Giorgia Meloni a brave person. And he was not wrong, because she is a woman who never hides what she thinks. And about Pope Leo XIV, she said exactly what all of us, Italian citizens, think. The Prime Minister, together with the government, defend and will always defend only the interests of Italy“, Tajani emphasized in Ex.
In the interview for “Corriere della Sera“ Trump once again attacked the Pope. He accused him of having no idea what was happening in Iran and what the Iranian nuclear threat was. Trump said that the Pope did not understand that the regime in Iran had killed 42,000 protesters in the past month.
Trump also mentioned the defeat of Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orbán in the parliamentary elections in Hungary. He said that Orbán was his friend. “This was not my election, but he was my friend, a brave man who did a good job on immigration. He did not let people come and destroy his country like Italy did“, Trump said.
He then added that “immigration is killing Italy and all of Europe“. “Europe is destroying itself from within with its immigration policies and its energy policies“, Trump also said. “In Europe, they pay the highest prices for energy and they are not even willing to fight for the Strait of Hormuz, where they get this energy“, Trump said. “In Europe, people depend on Donald Trump because he keeps the Strait of Hormuz open“, Trump added.
Trump has always praised Meloni in the past. His criticism came a year after Meloni was on his first official visit to the White House, the quoted Italian media noted.
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.
