BLOCKBUSTER 231-186 VOTE — The Democratic Party is Never Coming Back from This
Washington, D.C. - June 11, 2026
House Passes Deporting Fraudsters Act to Make Public Benefits Fraud Deportable Offense for Noncitizens
The U.S. House of Representatives voted 231-186 on Wednesday to approve the Deporting Fraudsters Act, legislation that would amend the Immigration and Nationality Act to classify fraud involving public benefits as a deportable offense.
The measure was introduced by Rep. David Taylor (R-Ohio) and is intended to strengthen enforcement against noncitizens who defraud taxpayer-funded programs such as welfare and other public assistance.
Rep. Tom McClintock (R-Calif.) said during floor debate:
“If you admit to or you’re convicted of fraudulently receiving public benefits, you are out of here on the next plane and can never return.”
Republicans argued the bill closes loopholes and ensures that those who abuse public benefits are removed from the country and barred from reentry.
Most Democrats opposed the legislation, describing it as unnecessary and redundant because existing law already permits deportation for noncitizens convicted of fraud. They also expressed concerns about due process protections.
Rep. Jamie Raskin (D-Md.) stated:
“Another week, another redundant and completely unnecessary immigration crime bill.”
Raskin further warned that the bill could allow deportation without a criminal conviction, potentially denying victims their day in court.
Republicans responded that the measure preserves existing legal processes and does not prevent criminal prosecution prior to removal.
The bill now advances to the Senate, where it is expected to face strong Democratic opposition and will likely require 60 votes to overcome procedural hurdles.
In a separate development highlighting Republican momentum, RNC Chairman Joe Gruters said on Breitbart that the party is positioned to outspend Democrats or reach financial parity in the 2026 midterm cycle for the first time in recent history.
Gruters stated the RNC currently holds approximately $125 million, while the DNC has reported negative cash reserves. He estimated the broader conservative collective could have access to around $800 million compared with roughly $350 million on the left side.
Gruters added that Republican Senate and House committees each hold about $80 million and that unified coordination across the conservative movement provides a significant structural advantage heading into the midterms.
A powerful district attorney came to my house before dawn with a baseball bat and a sheriff carrying a fake warrant.
Daniel Brooks stepped through my broken doorway like a man who believed the law belonged to him.
Rain dripped from his suit.
A baseball bat hung from his right hand.
Behind him stood Sheriff Walker, broad shoulders filling the doorway, one palm resting near his belt as if intimidation were part of his uniform.
“Give me my son,” Daniel said.
Ethan shook so hard in my arms the blanket slipped from one shoulder.
I pulled it back around him and held him tighter against my cardigan.
His face was bruised.
One eye swollen.
Mud dried along his jaw where he had fallen running through the woods behind my house.
When Daniel’s voice hit the room, Ethan buried his face against me.
“Grandma,” he whispered. “Don’t let him take me.”
I felt the old part of myself wake fully.
Not the grandmother.
Not the widow.
The colonel.
The woman who had once sat in windowless rooms listening to men lie while entire operations depended on noticing which finger twitched first.
Daniel raised the bat slightly.
Sheriff Walker glanced at Ethan’s face.
For the first time, his confidence flickered.
Good.
He had not expected the boy to look that damaged under lamplight.
I kept my voice quiet.
“A warrant at three-thirty in the morning. You boys got sloppy.”
Daniel froze mid-step.
Sheriff Walker’s eyes moved to my covered hand beneath the knitting blanket.
A faint metallic click cut through the rain and police lights.
Daniel heard it.
His rage drained by a fraction.
“Evelyn,” he said, forcing calm. “You’re confused. Ethan ran away. I’m here to bring him home.”
Ethan made a small broken sound.
I looked at Daniel.
“No. You’re here because he saw the rug.”
Daniel’s mouth tightened.
Sheriff Walker stopped breathing for half a second.
That was enough.
I rose halfway from my chair with Ethan still tucked against one side of me.
My hidden hand stayed beneath the blanket.
“Come closer, Daniel.”
He did not.
For the first time since entering my house, the district attorney understood he was not standing in front of an old woman.
He was standing inside a trap he had helped build with his own arrogance.
