Trump Warns Gas Prices May Go Up Despite Also Claiming He's Won The War And Controls The Strait

If you’re hearing the mess today, I’m frustrated too. My mic is fine; the echo appears when I route clips through StreamYard. Live tech only reveals itself live. We’ll use audio-only clips where needed, postpone Andrew Wilson rather than deliver a broken show, and move to OBS or another setup if StreamYard can’t get it together.

Trump on Iran, gas, tariffs, AI centers, vaccines, Epstein—I’m already sick of it. MAGA’s answer was always, “Wait, he’s got a plan.” A year later: no promised arrests, no cheaper groceries, no rate relief, and another Middle East war. Tell people to live smaller while selling a golden age, and the pitch is cooked.

We’re doing an unbelievable job. Costs I inherited were extremely high, but food and groceries are coming down. We deserve an A-plus on the economy. Tariffs are my favorite word: other countries used them against us for years, and we got taken advantage of.

Nobody on a tight budget buys that. Americans paid higher prices, then major retailers got help after raising them. Rent, housing, food, gas—people know what life costs. You can’t tell them their own eyes are lying.

We’ve brought in massive amounts through tariffs, and whatever the Supreme Court decides, we have the law. We took huge volumes of Venezuelan oil. That short war paid for itself many times over. The winner gets the spoils—the old-fashioned way—and Iran has oil too.

At least that’s blunt: oil wars, not freedom. But who wins? Not the person who can’t afford a burrito or fill the tank. Then we’re asked to embrace giant AI data centers for lower taxes and valuable homes. Put one by Mar-a-Lago. I see surveillance infrastructure while the builders cash out.

I remember pooling change for Taco Bell and a three-bedroom St. Louis place under a thousand a month. Listeners found comparable Dogtown rentals around three grand now. So when people who complained under Biden say, “Stop whining, eat ramen,” that’s party cheerleading, not serious politics.

I’m not picking personal fights. But accountability doesn’t become negativity because your guy is in office. The war isn’t over, prices haven’t magically fallen, and reality is not a bad attitude. Hold politicians accountable, whoever sits behind the desk.

Andrew Wilson is postponed; I’m not bringing a guest into bad audio. Good news, though: two chatters met in real life and fell in love. The Owen Report love connection. Fauci may face a contempt referral, but I expect either nothing or another headline head-fake. If he goes down, Trump’s lockdowns, masks, and vaccine push come back into view.

New Mexico is suing over withheld Epstein material. These files stay buried, and we’re supposed to call the Justice Department clean? Salem residents stopped an AI center expected to use millions of gallons daily—that’s self-government. Meanwhile, Austin officials kick kids off my park soccer field: no fun and games. Kids used to find a field and play.

It’s all washed, bro. Trump is finished, JD Vance looks like a puppet, and digging into foreign interests gets you called crazy. Maybe we stop waiting for crooks and build locally, like you’ve been saying.

I get the Vance concerns, especially Big Tech, but I’m not calling him ultimate evil. He understands younger people, the economy, and foreign policy better than most. Maybe he fumbles but still breaks ten-yard gains. Trump promoting him may be self-protection; the neocon and Israel-lobby crowd do not want Vance near the presidency. Rubio? Please.

You’ve hit a glass ceiling. You see what they’re doing, but words, voting, protests—none of it penetrates. They’re taking resources, money, minerals, everything. They showed us DOGE and crimes, and nothing changed. If people keep funding the machine, what gets better?

I feel like I’m ramming my head into that glass daily. But united Americans could change things fast; even a coordinated refusal to feed the system would matter. Division is the design. Control over money and resources is centralizing in front of us. Unity is the missing mechanism.

AI is a Second Amendment question. Water use and neighborhood impacts matter, but don’t hand powerful AI only to government and Big Tech. Frontier labs differ from local models. If regulation makes personal or small-business AI impossible, the state keeps the weapon. I wouldn’t disarm lawful people because bad actors have guns.

That’s close to Musk and NVIDIA’s argument: personal AI, open access, distributed capability. Musk isn’t perfect—I don’t want a brain chip, and I’m maybe fifty-one percent on him—but we’re early in this. Eventually AI access may be like energy: something people can use that nobody simply switches off.

Then, in the middle of a heavy call, my power cuts out. No weather, crews, or explanation. Maybe Texas and rolling outages; maybe a funny coincidence while power-hungry data centers rise and reliability gets shakier. I’m not touching anything and the house goes dark. How am I not supposed to sound conspiratorial? You might already be living in one.

I’m calling from Milwaukee after a motorcycle wreck: fifteen ribs, clavicle, vertebrae, surgeries, titanium plates. Everybody says quit, but I’ve ridden since five. I’m healing up, feeling almost superhuman through the middle, and when the broadcast cut out, you were leaned back looking like you were flexing through it.

I was not flexing! You haven’t seen me flex. But brother, thoughts and prayers—ribs and vertebrae are brutal. Heal up, then become Kick-Ass and fight crime. Audio disasters, power weirdness, and a groundhog needing a name—Boomer leads—but we kept moving. Thanks for helping YouTube grow. Disobey propaganda. God bless, Godspeed. Tomorrow.