Fox’s Jessica Tarlov Just Got Nuked Into Oblivion By VP Vance Over Iran Deal
Fox’s Jessica Tarlov Just Got Nuked Into Oblivion By VP Vance Over Iran Deal
Let’s be clear about something. There have only been a handful of leaked, highly disputed details about the Memorandum of Understanding with Iran. But that seems to be enough for the plethora of left-wing pundits on TV to argue it is a horrible deal.
On Tuesday night’s episode of “The Five,” Jessica Tarlov aimed to expose what she believed was a problematic giveaway deal. She referenced a report from Axios, which indicated that CIA Director John Ratcliffe, Secretary of State Marco Rubio, and Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth all had concerns about what the administration could realistically gain from Iran.
“The Axios report last night was meaningful, where they said that CIA Director Ratcliffe, Rubio, and Hegseth, based on American intelligence, were doubting the kind of results that they thought we could get out of this deal,” Tarlov said to the VP, who was sitting next to her
Yeah…no, Jess.
“Yeah, so just let me address a couple things, because I think you’re making the same mistake, unfortunately, that a lot of the Iranian propagandists make when they talk about this,” Vance said. “They talk about the benefits to the Iranians without any of the things the Iranians would have to give up and have to change in order to get those benefits.”
Next up: The $300 billion ‘reconstruction’ money all these lefties are blathering about, including Tarlov, who made it sound like the Trump administration was about to write Tehran a check or something. Nope, that’s what Obama did; sent Iran pallets of cold, hard cash:
Vance shut that down immediately. Not a single cent of American money, under any circumstance, goes to Iran. He explained that the deal actually allows countries like the United Arab Emirates to invest in Iranian power plants, but only after Iran has done everything required of it.
“So we’re fundamentally saying if the Iranians transform how they interact with the world, we will transform how the world economy interacts with Iran,” Vance said.
Got it, Jessica? If Iran refuses to participate in the enlightened world and abide by the agreement, they aren’t getting any benefits. It’s not that difficult, but for some reason, it was lost entirely on Tarlov.
Vance wasn’t finished. He went on to say that regardless of whether Iran decides to play ball or not, the U.S. military has decimated the regime’s military, and it wasn’t even close. “Their nuclear program is still destroyed, their military is still destroyed, their missile program and industrial base is still destroyed,” Vance said. “We fundamentally have transformed the Middle East. Whether they comply or not, this is just icing on the cake.”
At that, Tarlov brought up a report that Qatar was secretly assisting the Iranians with funds. Unbothered, Vance said he was aware of it. “I’ve seen the report, by the way, and we have a great relationship with the Qataris,” he said.
At that point, Tarlov finally conceded that, yeah, no money had been given to Iran “from any Gulf partners,” but still tried to seem relevant by saying criticism of the deal was “bipartisan.” Sure it is; several departing RINOs hate it because “Trump!!” But again, Vance was unfazed.
“Well, I think, look, some of the criticism comes from the fact that if Donald Trump were elected the supreme leader of Iran, the Democrats would still say that the United States had lost this,” he said.
No doubt about that. Democrats are America Last, always and forever. But it was good to see Vance coolly dismantle just another empty-headed liberal on TV. Tarlov thought she brought receipts but she crumbled under Vance’s fact attack. And to be real, it won’t matter what the specifics of the final deal are. Democrats will hate it because Trump’s name is attached to it.
My brother banned my kids from family dinners while keeping his own invited—so I canceled the cards paying for everyone’s lifestyle, and by sunrise I had 61 missed calls.
Mom gave a thumbs-up when my brother said my children were no longer welcome at family dinners, but she stopped smiling when her credit card was declined that same night.
The first time my brother told me my children were no longer welcome at family dinner, I thought he was joking.
The second time, I realized everyone else already knew.
I stood on my parents’ front porch holding a pecan pie in one hand while my ten-year-old son, Noah, balanced a bowl of mashed potatoes against his chest.
My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, was already reaching for the doorknob.
Then Jason stepped outside and blocked it.
“Emily, we need to talk.”
Behind him, I could hear laughter.
Children’s laughter.
His children.
Twelve-year-old Chase was yelling at his younger sister, Ava, about a video game. My mother was telling them to wash their hands.
The dining room smelled like roasted chicken.
Lily smiled.
“Grandma made biscuits!”
She tried to slip around Jason.
He moved sideways.
“No.”
My daughter stopped.
Jason looked at me.
“Mom didn’t tell you?”
My stomach tightened.
“Tell me what?”
He lowered his voice.
“Sunday dinners are adults only for your kids for a while.”
Noah looked up.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” Jason said, “you two aren’t coming in tonight.”
Lily stared at him.
“But Chase and Ava are inside.”
Jason’s expression barely changed.
“That’s different.”
There are sentences that divide your life into before and after.
That was one of them.
I looked through the front window.
Jason’s wife, Madison, was pouring herself wine.
My father was carving chicken.
My mother saw me standing outside.
For one second, guilt crossed her face.
Then she looked away.
That hurt more than Jason’s words.
I handed Noah my pie.
“Stay here with Lily.”
Then I stepped closer to my brother.
“Why?”
Jason sighed like I was exhausting him.
“Last week was the final straw.”
The “final straw” had been Noah telling Chase to stop mocking Lily because she needed extra reading help at school.
Chase had called her stupid.
Noah told him to shut up.
Jason decided Noah was “disrespectful.”
“You’re banning my children because my son defended his sister?”
“Your kids bring tension.”
“My kids?”
“Emily, don’t do this.”
I almost laughed.
“Do what?”
“Make everything about money because you’re upset.”
I froze.
I hadn’t mentioned money.
Jason apparently knew exactly where my mind might go.
For seven years, I had been helping my family.
It began when Dad had heart surgery.
Then Jason’s contracting business hit a rough patch.
Then Mom needed dental work.
Then Madison needed “temporary help” with groceries.
Temporary became permanent.
I added family members as authorized users on cards tied to an account I paid every month.
Groceries.
Gas.
Restaurant dinners.
Jason’s SUV payment.
Madison’s country club dues.
My parents’ vacations.
Chase’s baseball travel fees.
Ava’s dance lessons.
There were months I paid more for my brother’s household than I spent on my own.
Nobody talked about it anymore.
My generosity had quietly transformed into infrastructure.
Jason leaned toward me.
“You’re their mother. You can sit out a few dinners until they learn how to behave.”
Behind him, Chase appeared at the window holding a chicken drumstick.
He made eye contact with Noah.
Then he smiled.
Noah looked down.
Something inside me went very still.
“Okay,” I said.
Jason blinked.
“Okay?”
“Enjoy dinner.”
He looked almost disappointed that I wasn’t screaming.
I turned around.
“Come on, guys.”
Lily’s eyes filled with tears.
“But Grandma—”
“We’re having our own dinner.”
Noah carried the pie back toward my car.
Lily followed.
Nobody inside came out to stop us.
Not Mom.
Not Dad.
Nobody.
Jason called after me.
“Emily.”
I turned.
He stood under the porch light with his arms crossed.
“Don’t make this bigger than it is.”
I stared at him.
Then I said the one sentence he would spend the next twelve hours wishing I had never said.
“You’re right. I’ve been making this family much bigger than it is for years.”
I drove my children to a diner.
Noah ordered pancakes.
Lily got chocolate milk.
We laughed more during that meal than we had at a Sunday dinner in months.
After they fell asleep that night, I sat at my kitchen table with my laptop.
I opened the banking app.
Nine authorized cards.
Jason.
Madison.
Mom.
Dad.
Two cards attached to Jason’s business.
Three additional household cards.
I moved my parents’ medications, utilities, and health insurance to direct payments.
I wasn’t going to endanger anyone.
Then I canceled everything else.
Country club.
Restaurants.
Retail.
Travel.
Luxury subscriptions.
Jason’s business expenses.
All of it.
At 11:48 p.m., the final card turned gray.
CANCELED.
I closed my laptop.
For the first time in years, my family’s lifestyle was no longer my responsibility.
I slept beautifully.
At 6:17 the next morning, I woke to my phone vibrating itself across the nightstand.
61 missed calls.
Twenty-three texts.
Nine voicemails.
And one message from my mother that made me sit straight up in bed.
Emily, your brother is here. He found the financial documents. Please come before your father sees them.
I read it twice.
Then a new text arrived.
From Jason.
You have no idea what you just did.
He was wrong.
I knew exactly what I had done.
What I didn’t know yet was what my brother had been doing with my money
