My world changed forever today. The woman whose hand I held for more than 28 years is no longer here for me to reach for. My beautiful Yolanda passed away. I have written thousands of words in my life, but I do not have words big enough for this. For more than 28 years, Yolanda and I were almost never apart. I don’t mean that figuratively. We had lunch together every day. Dinner together every night. We worked together, traveled together, laughed together, fought battles together, made plans together, grew older together, and went to sleep knowing that whatever tomorrow brought, we would face it side by side. She was not simply my wife. She was the rhythm of my life. My best friend. My partner. My conscience. My sounding board. My greatest defender. My favorite person in the world. There was never really a Tony without Yolanda. There was just us. We lived. God, did we live. We traveled. We laughed until it hurt. We built memories in ordinary restaurants and extraordinary places. We turned lunches into hours-long conversations and dinners into strategy sessions about life. We experienced victories, disasters, adventures, disappointments, and moments so beautiful I wish I could somehow climb back inside them. We did not save life for later. We lived the hell out of it. And I am eternally grateful that we did. Then cancer came. And anyone who followed Yolanda’s journey knows exactly what happened next. She fought. She fought through treatments, surgeries, hospitals, pain, setbacks, and moments that would have crushed most human beings. Again and again, her body would be knocked down. Again and again, Yolanda got back up. She fought like a champion. And somehow, through all of it, she remained Yolanda. Stubborn. Funny. Strong. Beautiful. Defiant. A badass. Right to the very end. Cancer may have finally taken her body from us. But it never defeated the woman. It never touched the love between us. And it will never get the final word on who Yolanda Seruga was. Her LIFE gets that word. Her courage gets that word. Her family gets that word. The thousands of people she touched get that word. And our love gets that word. To all of you who followed this journey, prayed for her, shared our updates, sent messages, contributed financially, checked on us, and carried us through days when I did not know how much more either of us could endure: Thank you. Please understand something very important. Yolanda knew. She knew you were there. She knew people she had never met were praying for her. She knew thousands of strangers had somehow become friends standing beside her in this fight. Your kindness mattered. Your prayers mattered. Your generosity mattered. You gave us something priceless during some of the darkest days of our lives: You reminded Yolanda that she was not fighting alone. And neither was I. I held her hand through this battle just as I had held it through our life together. Now I am sitting here trying to understand something my heart simply refuses to understand: For the first time in more than 28 years, my partner is not beside me. No lunch together today. No dinner together tonight. No familiar voice from the other room. No hand reaching for mine. There is an emptiness where an entire human being—my entire world—used to be. But if there is one thing Yolanda taught me, it is this: Love does not disappear simply because someone dies. Twenty-eight years does not vanish. A lifetime of mornings, meals, laughter, arguments, adventures, whispered conversations, inside jokes, and holding hands does not suddenly become nothing. She is stitched into me. She helped make me who I am. And whatever days I have left on this earth, part of Yolanda will be walking through them with me. I would choose her again. Every time. Every life. Knowing how this story ends, I would still walk straight toward her. Because 28+ years with Yolanda were worth the unbearable price of missing her now. For those asking how to help, the kindest thing you can do is remember her, say a prayer, and hold the people you love a little tighter. And because this fight left thousands of dollars in medical, caregiving, and related bills still outstanding, anyone who feels moved to help me close out those final expenses in Yolanda’s memory can do so here: givesendgo.com/yolandas Please never feel obligated. The love, prayers, and support you already gave her meant more than I can possibly say. Thank you for loving my wife. Thank you for fighting alongside us. Thank you for praying for my girl. She fought like a champ. She lived like a champ. She loved fiercely. And right to the very end, Yolanda Seruga remained exactly what she had always been: One hell of a badass. I love you with every piece of my heart, baby. I loved you yesterday. I love you today. I will love you for the rest of my life. And someday, wherever this road leads… I will find your hand again. Until then, my love. ❤️

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Websites Scramble to Fix Software Flaw That Could Put Much of the Internet at Risk Researchers using AI tools found a critical security flaw in PHP, used by 70% of websites, according to a research firm. The php2shell bug could let attackers control systems. OpenAI, which helped find the bug, warned of AI’s dual role in uncovering and exploiting vulnerabilities. washingtonpost.com/technolog…

This one gets me every time. Watch the figure moving through the snow. His name was John Chapman. March 4, 2002. Takur Ghar, Afghanistan. The Air Force combat controller charged an enemy bunker, then fought toward a second. Severely wounded, he kept fighting. His final actions saved his teammates’ lives. This infrared footage captures the battle for which he was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor. Behind that grainy image was a husband. A father of two. A man who gave everything so others could come home. Watch it. Remember his name. 🇺🇸 youtu.be/3oKMjTqdTYo

Trump admin. announces enforcement actions against over 40 defendants accused of nearly $42M in SNAP fraud Vice President JD Vance announced the results of a nationwide fraud enforcement surge that led to actions against more than 40 defendants who tried to siphon nearly $45 million from Department of Agriculture (USDA) assistance programs, including food stamps. oann.com/newsroom/trump-admi…

🚨 Meta’s AI Shared Chats Ended Up on the Open Web Ars Technica reports that Meta Muse exposed users’ personal and business secrets when they shared conversations. The Verge reports that Meta paused Muse sharing after researchers found AI chats on the web. Why it matters: if your team pastes client names, prices, or contracts into an AI chat and hits share, that link may be readable by anyone. Check yours in 3 steps: 1) open your AI app’s shared-links list and delete any you don’t need; 2) turn off any “make discoverable” or public option; 3) tell your team: no client data in chats they plan to share.

They campaign as moderates but govern as Marxists.

Georgia Man Accused of Groping Three Women at Three Stores in 10 Minutes fox5atlanta.com/news/man-gro…

Now the party of death is coming after the horses! Central Park Carriage Horses Could Be Put Down After Ban, Owners Tell the Sun Carriage operators in Central Park — where the trade has been plied for 168 years — say a new ban makes their horses’ future uncertain. nysun.com/article/central-pa…

Why isn’t she in a federal prison?

Supreme Court Rules on Trump Admin Policy Blocking Sex-Rejecting Procedures for Prisoners. The Supreme Court just blessed that arrangement. 🤡 Wait until a prisoner is convinced they are a platypus! dailysignal.com/2026/10/21/s…

🚨 THE CLOUD HAS A SEABED—AND OUR ADVERSARIES KNOW IT. 🤿🌊🪸🦈🗡️ You can attack a connected nation without touching its shores. Go after what connects it. Beneath the ocean lie cables and pipelines that carry communications, electricity, and energy between countries. Out of sight. Difficult to monitor. Difficult to defend. RAND calls this strategic contest the “undersea knife fight.” Here’s what makes it dangerous: Damage can happen today—and cause failure weeks or months later. Investigators may find the break long before they can establish who caused it. And governments must decide how to respond while intent, responsibility, and legal authority remain disputed. For a saboteur, uncertainty can become part of the weapon. But evidence matters: most submarine telecom cable faults are accidental. Treating every broken cable as an attack would hand our adversaries another advantage—the ability to provoke us through suspicion alone. NATO has already launched Baltic Sentry, deploying ships, patrol aircraft, and naval drones to help protect critical infrastructure. The strategic priority is clear: - Detect interference sooner. - Establish responsibility faster. - Build networks that can survive damage. - Restore service quickly. - Make deliberate attacks carry credible consequences. A country’s defenses must extend to the infrastructure its people depend on—even beyond its borders. We built a connected civilization. Now we have to defend the connections. ExponentialThink.com has a solid solution. 🏆

Beware of the fake polls; it’s all the Democrats have left... Will there be criminal charges? And if not, why not? This IS 💯 election fraud! 🚨 THE POLLS WERE FAKE. THE CONSEQUENCES WERE REAL. Invent the numbers. Publish the poll. Watch the headlines turn fiction into momentum. Then call it a “social experiment” when investigators catch you. Wedgewood Polls admitted fabricating most of its polling data after FiftyPlusOne confronted it with an investigation. Those numbers entered major polling databases and national political coverage. Decision Desk HQ removed 17 polls. The New York Times removed Wedgewood from its tracking project. But you cannot retract what people already did because they believed you. Michigan Senate candidate Mallory McMorrow says a bogus poll showing her collapsing into single digits helped dry up donations, devastate volunteers, and unleash pressure to quit. She withdrew July 5. Who exactly does she sue? That is the human cost behind the spreadsheet: people giving their evenings, savings, and hope to a campaign while fabricated numbers helped shape its public obituary. And this follows Median Strategies, another fake-polling operation exposed this summer that also invoked the “experiment” excuse. Here is the danger: - Polls influence coverage. - Coverage influences donations. - Donations influence which campaigns survive. Fabricated inputs can produce real consequences. Credit FiftyPlusOne for investigating and exposing Wedgewood. It says it checked identities and methodology beforehand. That raises the bar: verification must go deeper than a plausible résumé and a professional-looking methodology statement. Every aggregator that carried these numbers owes readers a public accounting: what it checked, what failed, and what changes now. With 13 days until Election Day, demand evidence—especially when a poll tells you exactly what you want to hear. Who conducted it? Who paid? Where did the respondents come from? Can anyone substantiate the work? An average cannot turn invented data into evidence. And a correction cannot give a campaign its summer back.

Our Halloweens usually involved a local news crew.

🎃❤️ WE GREW OLDER TOGETHER. BUT WE NEVER GREW UP. Oh, how my sweet Yolanda LOVED Halloween! For Yolanda, our girls, and me, Halloween wasn’t just a holiday. It was practically its own season! Some years, we’d attend FOUR, FIVE, or MORE parties. And somehow, we were always excited about the next one! The costumes scattered across the bedroom. The last-minute adjustments. Yolanda fussing with her hair and makeup. Me making wisecracks. The laughter before we even left the house. We danced. We laughed until our stomachs hurt. We stayed out too late, took ridiculous pictures, and made unforgettable memories. We never worried about acting our age. We were too busy enjoying our lives together. That’s what I miss so desperately. Her mischievous smile. Her infectious laughter. Her hand reaching for mine. The way she could turn an ordinary evening into something magical. Now Halloween is approaching, and for the first time, my favorite girl won’t be getting dressed up beside me. I’d trade every Halloween still to come for just ONE MORE with her. One more costume. One more dance. One more photograph. One more kiss. Oh, sweetheart, we had SO MUCH FUN together. Didn’t we? We were supposed to grow old together, still dressing up, still laughing, still embarrassing our daughters, and still acting like lovestruck teenagers. If Heaven celebrates Halloween, I know you’re the life of the party. Save me a dance, beautiful. Forever your husband. Forever your partner in mischief. I love you, Yolanda; you will forever be my Boo Boos! ❤️🎃💔 Can you tell which photos I am standing on my tiptoes in?

Bingo!

BLOCKADE AND RIOT: How Soros & Gates-Backed Activists Are Already Training For A Contested Election Open Society Policy Center, Melinda French Gates’ Pivotal Ventures and Pritzker Family Foundation are among its supporters. —@nataliegwinters nataliegwinters.substack.com…