He didn’t slip. He aimed. One sentence, tossed at the cameras, landed like a loaded warning: “changes are coming.” Not about war, not about jobs — about the press itself. For a moment, the usual bluster sounded like a plan. Advocates heard the mask drop, the quiet part said out loud, the line finally, undeniably cro… Continues…
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