House Passes Bill To Deport Migrants Who Assault Police Officers
The House, which is controlled by the GOP, passed a bill that says the federal government must deport any illegal immigrant who attacks a police officer, even though most Democrats don’t agree with it.
The bill passed with 265 votes in favor and 148 votes against, with 54 Democrats voting with the GOP. The Detain and Deport Illegal Aliens Who Assault Cops Act is what Rep. Jeff Van Drew, R-N.J., is in charge of. “There is no reason that an illegal alien who attacks our law enforcement should remain in our country; that shows zero respect for our rule of law or our institutions, and they will not be positive contributors to society,” Van Drew said.
The bill says that the federal government must keep illegal immigrants in jail until they are sent back to their home countries. Van Drew says it also creates a new type of migrant inadmissibility that specifically targets illegal immigrants who are accused of attacking police.
Rep. Tom Emmer, the House Majority Whip and No. 3 Republican, said after the bill passed, “House Democrats just voted to protect violent, illegal immigrants over our brave law enforcement officers.” The Democrat Party has once again shown that they are the most anti-law enforcement party in history.
CNN’s new poll is shocking because it shows that the Democratic Party is way behind the Republicans when it comes to economic issues. This shocked CNN data expert Harry Enten.
The data analyst was shocked that the Democrats and their media allies’ attempts to scare Americans about Trump’s tariff plans had failed after months of trying.
“You would think that after all the waves, Kate Bolduan, after the last few months, the first five months of the Donald Trump presidency, right, the first four months of the Donald Trump presidency, that Democrats would have this huge lead on the economy. Not so. He told CNN anchor Kate Bolduan, “It ain’t so.”
“The party that most closely matches your economic views. The Republicans were ahead by 11 points in November 2023. The data analyst said, “It’s still in that range, still within that margin of error, and the Republican Party has an eight-point lead.”
“How is that possible, Democrats? How is that possible? The economy is still in trouble, the stock market has been doing all of this, and Americans are against all of the tariffs. He said, “Are you kidding me?”
The anchor asked, “How is that trending with other data that you’re pulling in when we look for trends?”
“Yes, if it was only this one CNN poll, that would be different. But look at Reuters/IPSOS. What do we see here? Party with a better plan for the economy. “Well, in May 2024, just before Donald Trump was re-elected president, Republicans had a nine-point lead,” Enten said.
“Look at where we are now, in May 2025.” The lead actually grew by three points. The Republicans now have a 12-point edge over the Democrats when it comes to which party has the better economic plan. And once more, this is after months of supposed economic uncertainty, during which the stock market has been going crazy and the tariff wars that Americans don’t want have been going on. Still, the Democrats are behind by 12 points when it comes to the economy. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen that shows how bad the Democrats are doing on the economy,” said the shocked data analyst.
“The Republicans still have the upper hand on the most important issue of the day.” He said, “And that’s why Republicans aren’t out of the game yet, even though Donald Trump’s approval ratings have dropped a little. They still have a clear advantage on the economy, whether you look at CNN’s polls or the IPSOS poll right here, where they have a 12-point advantage on the economy.”
He also said that Republicans have a strong hold on the votes of middle-class people.
PART 1 — The Inhaler on the Counter
After two nights away for a work training in Denver, Emily Carter knew something was wrong before her suitcase wheels even crossed the front door.
The house was too quiet.
Not peaceful quiet. Not sleepy quiet.
Dead quiet.
The kind that made every small sound feel wrong.
Her key scraped against the lock. The front door opened with a soft groan, and the first thing that hit her was the smell: cold coffee, old takeout, and the dry dusty heat from the furnace. Somewhere in the kitchen, the refrigerator hummed. The hallway thermostat clicked.
But there were no cartoons playing.
No tiny footsteps racing toward her.
No bright little voice yelling, “Mommy!”
Emily’s hand tightened around the suitcase handle.
“Addie?” she called.
Nothing.
Then she heard it.
A thin, broken sound came from the living room.
Not crying.
Not coughing.
Breathing.
Or trying to.
Emily dropped her suitcase so hard it tipped sideways against the entry table. She ran past Addie’s pink sneakers under the coat hooks, past the grocery tote she had left there before flying out, past the purple-marker drawing taped crookedly to the wall.
MOMMY COME HOME SOON.
Her five-year-old daughter was sitting stiffly on the couch.
Her small chest jerked with every breath. Her lips had a bluish tint. Her eyes were wide and glassy with fear. One tiny hand lifted toward Emily, trembling as though it no longer belonged to her body.
And Luke was standing near the kitchen doorway.
Not helping.
Not calling 911.
Not holding her inhaler.
Just watching.
Smiling.
“Luke!” Emily screamed. “What happened?”
He barely reacted.
He stood there in his gray hoodie, one hand wrapped around a coffee mug like this was a mild inconvenience. Like the child on the couch was not fighting for air.
“She needed to be taught a lesson,” he said.
For one second, Emily could not understand the sentence.
It was too cruel to make sense.
“A lesson?” Her voice broke. “She can’t breathe.”
Luke tilted his head, wearing the same patient, superior expression he always used when he wanted her to feel stupid.
“She wouldn’t stop crying,” he said. “Wouldn’t stop asking for you. I handled it.”
Emily’s blood went cold.
She did not ask what that meant.
There was no time.
She dropped beside Addie and grabbed her phone with shaking fingers.
The dispatcher answered at 6:18 p.m. Emily would remember that time forever, because the numbers glowed at the top of her screen while her daughter struggled for every breath.
“My daughter can’t breathe,” Emily said. “She’s five. Her lips are turning blue. We need an ambulance now.”
The dispatcher asked questions. Emily answered them on autopilot.
Address.
Age.
Conscious.
Allergies.
Medication.
“Yes, she has asthma,” Emily said, holding Addie’s damp face between her hands. “She has an inhaler. She’s supposed to have an inhaler.”
Addie’s little fingers clutched weakly at Emily’s sleeve.
“Baby,” Emily whispered, forcing her voice to stay calm. “Look at me. Mommy’s here. Stay with me, okay? Breathe with me.”
Addie’s mouth opened.
A wheeze came first.
Then a whisper.
“Daddy said… I had to stay… until I stopped…”
She broke off coughing.
Emily felt something inside her tear.
Behind her, Luke sighed.
“You’re making this worse.”
Emily turned just enough to look at him.
“Where is her inhaler?”
Luke shrugged.
“She kept reaching for it. That was part of the problem.”
For a moment, Emily could hear nothing but the rush of blood in her ears.
Addie had mild asthma. Nothing dangerous when handled properly. Emily had always kept everything organized. One inhaler in Addie’s backpack. One in the kitchen drawer. One instruction sheet taped inside the cabinet door.
Breakfast at 7:30.
School drop-off at 8:10.
Blue inhaler if she wheezes.
Call me for anything.
She had trusted Luke because he was her husband.
Because he had been Addie’s stepfather for three years.
Because Addie called him Daddy when she was sleepy.
That was what twisted the knife.
Not confusion.
Not panic.
Choice.
The sirens grew louder outside, cutting through the quiet neighborhood. Red light flashed across the front windows, sweeping over the mantel where a framed family photo sat: Emily, Addie, and Luke smiling at the county fair.
Luke’s smile faded only a little when the ambulance pulled into the driveway.
Two paramedics rushed in at 6:26 p.m.
The first was a woman with dark hair pulled tightly into a bun. She dropped beside Addie, clipped a pulse oximeter to her finger, and started working fast.
The second paramedic stepped in behind her.
He scanned the room.
Couch.
Child.
Emily.
Kitchen doorway.
Luke.
The second his eyes landed on Emily’s husband, his whole face changed.
He went still.
Not confused.
Not surprised.
Alarmed.
Luke saw it too. His shoulders tightened.
“Evening,” Luke said, trying to sound casual. “She’s being dramatic.”
The paramedic did not answer.
His name patch read DAVIS.
His gaze moved from Luke to the half-open kitchen drawer.
Then to the blue inhaler sitting on the counter.
Close enough for Addie to see.
Too far for her to reach.
Davis’s jaw hardened.
He stepped toward Emily and lowered his voice.
“Ma’am,” he said, “come with me for one second.”
“I’m not leaving her.”
“You won’t. Two steps. Keep your eyes on her.”
His partner fitted an oxygen mask over Addie’s face. Emily could still see her daughter’s tiny hands twisting in the blanket.
Davis guided Emily toward the hallway, just far enough that Luke could not hear over the hiss of oxygen.
His expression was no longer professional.
It was personal.
“Listen carefully,” he whispered. “Your husband is—”
Davis stopped.
His eyes shifted past Emily’s shoulder.
Luke had moved away from the doorway.
His hand was reaching toward the counter.
Toward the blue inhaler.
And for the first time since Emily walked through the door, Luke’s smile disappeared.
