Texts and Emails From Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton Go Viral After A Brand New Report From Paul Sperry Alleges
WASHINGTON, D.C. — A massive political earthquake is rocking Washington following the release of newly declassified intelligence documents. The memos, released at the urging of lawmakers and top officials—including Director of National Intelligence Tulsi Gabbard, FBI Director Kash Patel, and Attorney General Pam Bondi—reveal that former presidential candidate Hillary Clinton endorsed a calculated strategy to "smear" Donald Trump with unfounded allegations of Russian collusion during the 2016 race.
According to the declassified files drawn from Special Counsel John Durham’s multi-year investigation annex, Clinton approved a plan proposed by her foreign policy advisor, Julianne Smith.
The strategy called for “smearing Donald Trump by magnifying the scandal tied to the intrusion by the Russian special services in the pre-election process to benefit the Republican candidate,” explicitly designed to divert attention from Clinton's own growing private email server scandal.
Senator Chuck Grassley (R-Iowa), who requested the declassifications, didn't mince words about the explosive findings: “These intelligence reports and related records, whether true or false, were buried for years. History will show that the Obama and Biden administrations’ law enforcement and intelligence agencies were weaponized against President Trump.”
The Dec. 2016 Presidential Briefing
DNI Tulsi Gabbard also released a highly sensitive December 2016 Presidential Daily Brief draft intended for then-President Barack Obama, which stated:
“Russian and criminal actors did not impact recent US election results by conducting malicious cyber activities against election infrastructure.”
A Necessary Reality Check: While social media is currently ablaze with claims that this memo disproves all forms of Russian interference, it's critical to look at the exact wording. The intelligence community concluded that election infrastructure (meaning actual voting machines and vote tallies) was never altered, which aligns perfectly with years of sworn testimony.
However, the misconception arises when conflating voting machines with the hacking of the Democratic National Committee (DNC) networks. The subsequent 2017 Intelligence Community Assessment focused heavily on the DNC email leaks. What these new declassifications critically expose is how the Clinton campaign, the FBI, and the intelligence apparatus weaponized those DNC hacks via unverified opposition research—like the infamous Steele Dossier—to spy on and delegitimize the incoming Trump administration.
The "Developing" Text Message Bombshell
Adding massive fuel to the fire, Paul Sperry, a senior reporter for Real Clear Investigations, announced that he has sources pointing to devastating digital evidence of this coordination.
Sperry took to X (formerly Twitter) to post: "DEVELOPING: I’m told there are texts/emails indicating Hillary Clinton campaign aides directly coordinated with the Obama White House, NSC, State Dept and Intelligence Community officials in efforts to dig up dirt tying Donald Trump to Vladimir Putin in July 2016 …developing…"
Investigating the Investigators
The disclosure is being hailed as a major vindication for Donald Trump, who spent the entirety of his first term insisting the Crossfire Hurricane probe was a politically motivated witch hunt.
Now, the tables have completely turned. Reports indicate that federal law enforcement officials are preparing the groundwork for possible criminal investigations into the original architects of the Russia probe, including former CIA Director John Brennan and former FBI Director James Comey.
My Future Mother-in-Law Destroyed My Dead Mother’s Wedding Dress—Then One Whisper at the Altar Exposed Why She Needed Me to Run
Three hours before the wedding, my future mother-in-law ruined my wedding dress and left a note with just four words: "Know your place." She thought I would cry, run away, and become a laughingstock in front of 200 guests. But what silenced the entire wedding wasn't the soiled dress... it was what I whispered to the groom as we stood at the altar.
Three hours before my wedding, I found my dress floating in a bathtub full of red wine, black coffee, and something that smelled like bleach. Pinned to the ruined lace was a cream card in my future mother-in-law’s handwriting: Know your place.
For ten seconds, I couldn’t breathe.
The dress had belonged to my mother. She had worn it in 1989, and before she died, she spent six months restoring it with me—replacing pearls, repairing the train, sewing one tiny blue thread beneath the hem because she said every bride deserved one secret no one else could see.
Now the silk was pink-brown, the lace eaten through, and one sleeve had dissolved into threads.
Behind me, my maid of honor, Tessa, whispered, “Oh my God, Claire.”
I didn’t cry.
That was the first thing Evelyn Harrow got wrong.
The second was believing I didn’t know exactly why she hated me.
To Evelyn, I was “the scholarship girl” who had somehow trapped her only son, Adrian. She introduced me as “an accountant” with the same tone people used for dental plaque. At engagement dinners, she corrected my pronunciation of French wines I had never ordered and once asked whether my family “understood formal cutlery.”
She never mentioned that I was a forensic accountant specializing in family-owned companies, or that I had spent the last six months quietly helping Adrian review irregularities inside Harrow Hospitality after his father’s stroke.
Evelyn thought money made her untouchable.
She also thought Adrian knew nothing.
Tessa picked up the note with shaking fingers. “Call him. Cancel everything.”
“No.”
“Claire, she destroyed your mother’s dress.”
“I know.”
My voice sounded strangely calm.
I photographed the bathtub, the note, the hallway, the broken lock on the bridal suite, and the tiny security sensor above the service door. Then I called hotel security.
The manager arrived pale-faced.
“Mrs. Harrow requested that camera be disabled this morning,” he admitted.
Of course she had.
But Evelyn didn’t know I had installed my own battery-powered camera in the dress case after someone searched my apartment two weeks earlier.
I opened the app.
There she was.
Evelyn entered at 9:14 a.m., locked the door, poured three bottles over the gown, smiled at the camera she thought was d:ead, and placed the note on top.
Then she made a phone call.
“Once she runs,” Evelyn said, laughing, “Adrian will finally sign the amended trust papers.”
I froze the video.
Tessa stared at me. “What amended trust papers?”
I looked toward the chapel doors, where two hundred guests were waiting to watch me become a Harrow.
For the first time that morning, I almost smiled.
“The reason this wedding was never just about me.”...
To be continued in C0mments 👇
