Supreme Court Hands Trump Major Victory In Foreign Aid Fight..seemoree
The U.S. Supreme Court will allow the federal government to freeze more than $4 billion in foreign aid payments that President Trump tried to cancel last month using a rare “pocket rescission.”
The justices voted 6-3 to grant the Trump administration’s emergency appeal, which stopped a lower court’s order to release the funds that had already been set aside.
A spokesperson for the White House Office of Management and Budget said, “This is a huge win for restoring the President’s power to carry out his policies. Left-wing groups can no longer take over the president’s agenda.”
Most of the justices agreed that “the harms to the Executive’s conduct of foreign affairs appear to outweigh the potential harm faced by respondents.” The Post said that the AIDS Vaccine Advocacy Coalition, Journalism Development Network, Center for Victims of Torture, and Global Health Council are some of them.
The Supreme Court’s decision didn’t answer the bigger question of whether President Trump has the power to “impound” money that Congress has approved on his own.
Trump recently told House Speaker Mike Johnson (R-La.) that he was going to cancel more than $4 billion in foreign aid. This included $3.2 billion in programs run by the U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID), $322 million from the joint USAID–State Department Democracy Fund, and $521 million in State Department contributions to international organizations.
The request, called a “pocket rescission,” was sent to Congress so close to the end of the fiscal year on September 30 that it would automatically go into effect, no matter what Congress did.
It is the first time in almost fifty years that a president has done this.
The funding in question had been designated for nonprofit organizations currently suing the Trump administration, as well as for foreign governments.
A U.S. District Judge named Amit Mehta Ali, who was appointed by Biden, said earlier this month that the administration could not keep the money without Congress’s approval of the proposal to cancel it.
Ali wrote, “So far, Congress has not responded to the President’s proposal to rescind the funds.” “And the [Impoundment Control Act] makes it clear that it is congressional action, not the President sending a special message, that ends the previous appropriations.”
The nonprofit groups that are fighting the Trump administration’s funding freeze said that the pocket rescission broke federal law and put important, life-saving programs abroad at risk.
Justices Elena Kagan, Sonia Sotomayor, and Ketanji Brown Jackson disagreed with the majority ruling on Friday.
Earlier this week, the Supreme Court agreed to hear a case on Monday that will decide whether President Donald Trump can fire members of the Federal Trade Commission without cause. This case could change the definition of presidential power and the independence of federal agencies.
The justices said in a short order that Trump could fire FTC Commissioner Rebecca Kelly Slaughter while the case is still going on. The stay that lets her go will stay in place until the court makes a decision, which is set for December.
The case asks if laws that protect FTC commissioners from being fired violate the separation of powers and if the court’s 1935 decision to uphold those protections should be changed. It will also look into whether lower federal courts can stop removals, like they did when Trump fired Democratic appointees.
Justices Elena Kagan, Sonia Sotomayor, and Ketanji Brown Jackson, who are on the left side of the high court, disagreed. Kagan wrote that the order effectively gives the president “full control” over independent agencies that Congress wanted to keep out of politics.
“He can now fire any member he wants, for any reason or no reason at all,” says the majority, even though Congress said otherwise. She wrote, “And he may do this to end the agencies’ independence and bipartisanship.”
"The vanilla buttercream hit the hardwood floor with a sickening, heavy thud.
"The vanilla buttercream hit the hardwood floor with a sickening, heavy thud.
I didn’t even register the sound of the custom glass platter shattering. All I could see was my ten-year-old son, Leo, standing over the wreckage of a three-tier cake, his chest heaving, his fists clenched at his sides.
Pink and white frosting was splattered across the polished shoes of my business partners. It was smeared across the velvet chairs rented from the event company. And, worst of all, it was dripping down the front of my pregnant wife Vanessa’s six-hundred-dollar maternity dress.
The silence in the Oak Creek Country Club banquet room was absolute. Sixty people—my hardware store employees, the loan officers from the local bank, the members of our church congregation—stopped breathing all at once.
Vanessa let out a sharp, theatrical shriek, her hands flying to her mouth. ""My baby! He tried to hurt my baby!""
I saw red. The public humiliation, the disrespect, the sheer malice of ruining this celebration—it all boiled over in a fraction of a second. I lunged forward, grabbed Leo by the shoulder, spun him around, and slapped him across the face.
The smack echoed off the high ceilings.
""What is wrong with you?"" I roared, my voice cracking with a mix of fury and embarrassment. ""Go to the car. Right now!""
Leo didn’t cry. He didn’t run. He just stood there, the red mark blossoming on his pale cheek, staring at me with a look I had never seen before. It wasn’t defiance. It was pity.
Forty-five minutes earlier, everything had seemed perfect. We had just arrived at the country club, and Vanessa had been practically glowing, orchestrating every detail of the shower. But Leo had been quiet. He had been complaining of his seasonal allergies, so I had sent him to the bridal suite down the hall to find the emergency inhaler I kept in Vanessa's oversized leather tote bag.
I didn't know then what he had found when that bag tipped over on the vanity. I didn't know about the practice sheets of paper. I didn't know about the plastic capsule the caterer had been instructed to slide into the center of the cake's bottom tier.
All I knew was that Vanessa had insisted, loudly and in front of everyone, that I be the one to cut the first slice. ""You have to cut right down the middle, Thomas,"" she had cooed into the microphone just moments before the crash. ""There’s a special surprise waiting inside for you. I want everyone to see it.""
I had the silver cake knife in my hand. I was three steps away.
That was when Leo had sprinted out of nowhere, diving past the gift table and shoving the heavy cake stand with all the strength his eighty-pound body could muster.
Now, standing in the ruins of the party, I glared at my son, waiting for him to apologize, waiting for him to break down.
Instead, Leo slowly lifted his hand and pointed at the smashed remains of the bottom tier.
""Look inside it, Dad,"" he whispered. ""Before she hides it.""
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"The perfect wife was about to commit the unthinkable. Then the front door opened."""" The heavy bronze candlestick was raised high in the air.
"""""""The perfect wife was about to commit the unthinkable. Then the front door opened.""""
The heavy bronze candlestick was raised high in the air.
Her target? A frail, elderly woman trapped in a wheelchair.
It was supposed to be a flawless plan. A tragic """"accident"""" while her husband was away at work.
But he came home early.
""""Put it down!"""" he shouted, his voice echoing through the kitchen.
In a split second, her murderous glare vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly bright, fake smile.
""""Honey! You're back early,"""" she cooed, her fingers still gripping the weapon. """"I was just scaring her... she keeps stealing my things.""""
She thought the sweet lie would save her. She thought she could manipulate him like always.
But he wasn't buying it. His eyes were cold, filled with furious disgust.
""""Don't you dare lie to me!"""" he roared, violently snatching the candlestick from her hands and slamming it down.
As the heavy metal crashed against the counter, a new sound pierced the dead silence.
Wailing sirens. Approaching fast.
Her mask shattered, leaving only pure, wide-eyed terror.
👇 Who really called the police, and what dark family secret is she trying to bury?
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"When my husband shoved me into the freezing pool in front of his entire family, I thought the cold water would be the worst part.
"When my husband shoved me into the freezing pool in front of his entire family, I thought the cold water would be the worst part.
I was wrong.
The worst part was hearing them cheer.
“After everything I paid for this weekend,” I said, standing on the deck in my emerald-green jumpsuit, “I think I deserve a chair at the table.”
My mother-in-law, Denise, leaned back in her white designer sweater and gave me a slow, insulting smile.
“This is a family vacation, Olivia,” she said. “Not one of your business meetings.”
The backyard fell quiet for a moment. The firepit crackled. Music played softly from expensive outdoor speakers. Around the long table sat my husband’s parents, his sister, two cousins, and friends I had met only once.
Every plate of steak, every bottle of wine, every room in the lakeside rental had been paid for by me.
Then my husband, Tyler, walked over from the grill.
He wore a black polo shirt, jeans, and the familiar expression he always had when his mother was unhappy with me: annoyance, not concern.
“Apologize to my mom,” he said.
“For what?” I asked. “For asking to be treated with basic respect?”
Tyler glanced at his relatives. They were all watching.
That was when his mouth curved into a smile.
“You think you’re better than us because you make more money?”
“I never said that.”
“No,” Denise interrupted. “But you act like it.”
I had spent four years ignoring comments like that. I paid for Tyler’s car when he lost his job. I covered his father’s medical bills. I even used my vacation days to plan this trip because Denise said the family “needed quality time.”
But the moment I asked for a seat, I became the villain.
Tyler stepped closer.
“Maybe you need a reminder that money doesn’t make you important.”
Before I could move, his cousins grabbed my wrists.
“Tyler, stop!” I shouted.
They dragged me across the wet grass toward the pool. My lavender jacket slipped from my shoulders. The water was dark beneath the moonlight, and the night air cut through my clothes.
For one second, Tyler looked at me.
I waited for him to stop them.
He didn’t.
He pushed me.
The cold stole my breath instantly. I sank beneath the surface, my shoes heavy, my arms flailing as panic tightened around my chest. When I finally reached the edge, I heard laughter above me.
Denise was clapping.
Tyler’s brother was recording on his phone.
And Tyler stood there smiling while his family applauded my humiliation.
I pulled myself out without help.
Water streamed from my hair and soaked through my emerald jumpsuit. I was shaking so hard I could barely unlock my phone.
But I didn’t cry.
I didn’t scream.
I opened the reservation app.
The rental house was in my name.
The two SUVs were in my name.
The private boat trip, the catered brunch, the concert tickets, and every remaining expense for the weekend were connected to my card.
Tyler saw my screen and suddenly stopped smiling.
“Olivia,” he said quietly. “Don’t be dramatic.”
I looked at him, then at the family who had just laughed while I fought to breathe.
“You wanted entertainment,” I said.
My thumb hovered over the cancellation button.
“Now you can watch what happens when the person you disrespect stops paying for your life.”
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