@abolition4life: #stitch with @nbcnews media organizations are being asked to clear out their spaces and leave if they refused to sign Trump’s new media Pentagon agreement… #media #news #policy #protection

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alucarda :

it’s going to be a really important time for the big media orgs who just took a stand to do everything they can to do brave investigative journalism now. if this admin won’t give information willingly we will take it by force.

2025-10-19 03:08:43

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Essence | The Divine Yapper :

Free speech is dangerously = f@c!$m

2025-10-17 00:27:17

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𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖚𝖝♒️♌️ :

I hope the some of the ones who stayed leak info to the ones who left so they can report what they can’t

2025-10-17 22:12:17

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MoonNugget333 :

🤔 Can’t some of these media orgs sue???

2025-11-06 16:32:16

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