Suspends Agents On Trump’s Detail During PA Assassination Attempt
Suspends Agents On Trump’s Detail During PA Assassination Attempt
Six Secret Service agents were suspended without pay or benefits following an attempted assassination of President Donald Trump at a rally in Pennsylvania in July 2024.
Matt Quinn, the agency’s deputy director on Wednesday that they “weren’t going to fire [their] way out of this,” but did say they are “laser focused on fixing the root cause of the problem.”
Quinn told the outlet that the agents received penalties ranging from 10 to 42 days of unpaid leave and were assigned to restricted roles with reduced responsibilities upon their return. He added that the disciplinary measures followed a federally mandated process.
The agency faced intense criticism after the security breach that enabled gunman Thomas Crooks to open fire toward the stage at a rally in Butler, Pennsylvania, on July 13, 2024.
Corey Comperatore, a 50-year-old firefighter, father, and husband attending the event, was killed. President Trump was grazed by a bullet, and two other men were wounded by the gunfire. Crooks was ultimately killed by a Secret Service sniper.
“Secret Service is totally accountable for Butler,” Quinn told CBS. “Butler was an operational failure and we are focused today on ensuring that it never happens again.” He also said the agency is focusing on the “root cause” of the operational failure and fixing “the deficiencies that put us in that situation.”Since the Butler rally, Quinn stated that the Secret Service has deployed a new fleet of military-grade drones and mobile command posts to enhance radio communications with local law enforcement, Fox News
The agency faced renewed criticism weeks later following a second assassination attempt on Trump in West Palm Beach, Florida. Although the attempt was thwarted, then-Secret Service Director Kimberly Cheatle resigned, and the agency became the focus of multiple investigations and congressional hearings.
In December, a bipartisan House task force released a 180-page report declaring the Butler incident “preventable,” pointing to “preexisting” leadership and training deficiencies that “created an environment” conducive to security failures.
The report also noted that Secret Service did not coordinate well with local law enforcement.
Trump last week regarding the government’s investigation into one of the assassination attempts against him last year.
In response to a reporter’s query on Friday, the president said he’s “very satisfied” with the FBI’s investigation into the assassination attempt against him in Pennsylvania.
Trump made his remarks to Daily Caller White House Correspondent Reagan Reese on Thursday, putting to rest months of speculation and doubt surrounding the case. Until now, Trump had stopped short of giving the FBI a full endorsement, The Daily Caller
In an earlier interview with Fox News, he admitted some parts of the case didn’t sit right. “I’m relying on my people to tell me what it is … The Secret Service, they tell me, is fine. But it’s a little hard to believe,” he said.
Back in March, FBI Deputy Director Dan Bongino told Fox News there was no evidence of some grand conspiracy against Trump. “In some of these cases, the ‘there’ you’re looking for is not there. And I know people — I get it, I understand. It’s not there. If it was there, we would have told you,” Bongino said.
That same month, Daily Caller’s Reese pressed White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt about whether Trump was satisfied with Bongino’s answer.
Leavitt responded, “Well, in the lead-up to your question, you answered your own question with the president’s own words, and I’ll leave it at that.”
In May, Bongino announced investigations into some well-known cases that involve “potential public corruption.”The cases, which appeared to be ignored during the administration of former President Joe Biden, that are getting a new look include the attempted pipe-bombing in Washington, D.C., cocaine that was found at the White House, and the leak of the Supreme Court’s Dobbs decision that ended Roe v. Wade
She Came to the Blind Date Carrying a Sleeping Child… and Somehow Made the Man Who Never Stayed Want to Come Home
She Came to the Blind Date Carrying a Sleeping Child… and Somehow Made the Man Who Never Stayed Want to Come Home
“Sorry… I’m late.”
Those were the first words Olivia Bennett said to the man who was supposed to decide, over one dinner, whether she deserved a second date.
She said them standing in the entrance of a crowded Seattle restaurant—rain dripping from her sneakers, loose strands of hair escaping a collapsing bun, a diaper bag sliding off one shoulder, and a sleeping little boy curled against her chest as though the world had finally worn him out.
The room noticed.
Conversations stalled.
A woman in a cream coat leaned toward her husband and whispered.
A waiter froze mid-step with two steaming plates balanced on one arm.
Even the hostess blinked twice, uncertain whether she was looking at a late reservation... or a mother on the verge of collapsing.
At the window, John Walker looked up from his phone.
Two untouched glasses of ice water sat between neatly folded napkins.
Every calm, polished sentence he had rehearsed vanished the instant he saw her.
The woman from the dating profile had been standing beside a lake in a blue sweater, smiling with effortless ease, looking like someone whose life still obeyed a schedule.
The woman standing before him looked as though life had thrown twelve rounds at her...
...and she had lost on points by only refusing to stay down.
For one brief moment, John assumed she had mistaken him for someone else.
Then her eyes met his.
Her face drained of color.
"Oh no..."
The words barely escaped her lips.
She hurried toward the table, carefully adjusting the little boy sleeping on her shoulder.
He couldn't have been older than four.
Soft blond hair.
Round cheeks.
One tiny fist wrapped tightly around a battered green plastic dinosaur.
"I'm so, so sorry," Olivia rushed out between breaths. "I know I'm late. I know I should've called. I actually did call—but my phone died in the parking garage. Then Noah lost one of his shoes somewhere between Level Two and the elevator. Then I realized I still had applesauce on my sleeve..."
She glanced down at herself and gave a defeated sigh.
"So... as first impressions go... this is a disaster."
John stood automatically.
His mother had raised him to stand whenever a woman approached the table.
Unfortunately...
She had never taught him what to do when that woman arrived carrying a sleeping child.
Shake her hand?
Offer to hold the boy?
Pretend this happened every day?
Instead, he quietly pulled out her chair.
"Please... sit."
Olivia let out a nervous laugh.
"Before I die from embarrassment."
She eased herself into the seat without waking Noah.
The diaper bag slipped from her shoulder and landed with a heavy thump.
A juice box rolled across the floor and disappeared beneath the next table as if it wanted no part in this date.
A passing waiter stopped it with the tip of his shoe and handed it back.
"Thank you," Olivia murmured.
He answered with the gentle smile reserved for people carrying children... exhaustion... and far more responsibility than anyone should manage alone.
For several long seconds...
Neither of them spoke.
Rain tapped softly against the windows.
Silverware clinked somewhere behind them.
Laughter drifted from the bar before fading into the background.
Finally, Olivia broke the silence.
"The babysitter canceled forty minutes ago."
She rubbed her forehead.
"I called my neighbor... my cousin... another mom from preschool... even my friend Maya, who's usually my emergency backup."
A tired smile crossed her face.
"Turns out... every emergency contact had an emergency."
John tilted his head.
"You could've canceled."
"I already canceled twice."
She lowered her eyes.
"If I canceled again... I figured you'd assume I wasn't interested."
John studied her quietly.
He'd been on enough first dates to recognize rehearsed perfection.
Carefully chosen outfits.
Polished stories.
Practiced laughter.
Questions disguised as chemistry tests.
People trying desperately to appear successful...
Relaxed...
Uncomplicated.
Olivia Bennett looked like she'd barely survived Tuesday.
Oddly enough...
It was the most honest first impression he'd had in years.
"So..." he asked gently.
"You brought him?"
She nodded.
"He fell asleep in the car."
"I thought maybe I could apologize in person, stay twenty minutes, then leave before he woke up."
John looked down at the little boy.
"What's his name?"
"Noah."
As though hearing his own name inside a dream, Noah shifted slightly.
His fingers tightened around the plastic dinosaur.
John smiled.
"Does the dinosaur have a name?"
Olivia closed her eyes in mock defeat.
"Unfortunately... yes."
"What is it?"
"Sir Chomps-a-Lot."
John laughed.
Not politely.
Not because he felt obligated.
A real laugh.
Warm.
Unexpected.
The first genuine laugh he'd had in weeks.
"That's an incredible name."
"Noah came up with it when he was three."
"And now?"
"He's four."
John nodded solemnly.
"Still excellent judgment."
For the first time that evening...
Olivia smiled.
Not the nervous smile she'd been forcing since she arrived.
A real one.
The kind that reached her eyes.
It transformed her face.
When the waiter returned, Olivia ordered the cheapest bowl of soup on the menu.
John noticed immediately.
He simply chose not to embarrass her by mentioning it.
Instead, he ordered pasta...
A pizza for the table...
And fries.
Lots of fries.
Olivia looked confused.
"That's way too much food."
"Then we'll have leftovers."
She looked ready to protest.
Instead...
She simply nodded.
Sometimes kindness is hardest to argue with.
For the next ten minutes...
Everything felt surprisingly normal.
Olivia taught preschool near Green Lake.
John owned a software company that built patient-record systems for community hospitals.
She loved children's books, roadside diners, and the smell of rain hitting warm pavement.
He loved hiking, strong black coffee, and old science-fiction movies from the 1970s.
She declared those movies sounded "aggressively boring."
He laughed again.
She wasn't trying to impress him.
She wasn't performing.
Her humor was quiet...
Dry...
Effortless.
The kind that arrived unexpectedly and stayed with you afterward.
Then Noah woke up.
Slowly.
He blinked once.
Then twice.
He stared directly at John.
John stared back.
Neither said a word.
Finally...
Noah raised one tiny finger.
"Who's that?"
Olivia nearly inhaled her water.
"This is John."
Noah frowned.
"Why?"
"Because... that's his name."
He shook his head.
"No."
He pointed again.
"Why is he here?"
John covered his mouth to hide another laugh.
"That's honestly a fair question."
"We're having dinner," Olivia explained.
Noah considered that very seriously.
Then he turned back toward John.
"Are you rich?"
John inhaled at exactly the wrong moment.
Water went down the wrong pipe.
He started coughing uncontrollably.
Olivia's eyes widened in horror.
"Noah!"
"What?"
"You can't ask people that."
The little boy looked genuinely confused.
"...Why?"
