Trump Says Newsom ‘Not Qualified’ To Be President Over Claimed Disability
WASHINGTON, D.C. — A fresh war of words has erupted between the White House and Sacramento, as President Donald Trump used an Oval Office press appearance on Tuesday to question the mental qualifications of Governor Gavin Newsom. The remarks, centered on Newsom’s lifelong struggle with dyslexia, have reignited a national debate over disability and leadership in the lead-up to the 2026 midterms.
The "Learning Disability" Clash
Speaking to reporters, President Trump referenced Newsom’s own admissions regarding his learning disorder, suggesting it should be a disqualifying factor for any potential presidential run.
“Gavin ‘Newscum’ has admitted that he has learning disabilities,” Trump said. “Honestly, I’m all for people with learning disabilities, but not for my president... Everything about him is dumb.”
Newsom quickly took to X (formerly Twitter) to defend his record and encourage others with similar challenges. “Dyslexia isn’t a weakness. It’s your strength,” the Governor wrote, accusing the President of "bullying" children with learning disorders.
The "960 SAT" Controversy
The exchange follows a separate controversy involving Newsom’s attempt to connect with minority voters. During a recent book tour, Newsom told a Black audience, “I’m a 960 SAT guy,” and claimed he “couldn’t read,” adding, “I’m just like you.”
The remarks were met with swift backlash from both sides of the aisle. Critics accused the Governor of using offensive racial stereotypes—insinuating that Black Americans share his low test scores or literacy struggles—in a patronizing attempt to garner political support.
The "Representation Project" Financial Scrutiny
While the Governor fends off personal attacks, his wife, Jennifer Siebel Newsom, is facing "red flags" regarding her nonprofit, The Representation Project. IRS filings reviewed by the Daily Mail reveal that Siebel Newsom and her private company, Girls Club LLC, have collected more than $3.7 million from the charity over the past decade.
The Revenue Split: In some years, payments to the "First Partner" and her LLC amounted to nearly one-third of the charity’s total annual income.
Current Filings: For the year ending March 2024, Siebel Newsom received a $150,000 salary, with an additional $150,000 paid to Girls Club LLC for "writer/director/producer fees."
The 5% Threshold: Out of 23,000 nonprofits with similar revenues ($1M–$2M), fewer than 5% pay their executives as much as The Representation Project does when Siebel Newsom’s combined compensation is factored in.
Charity watchdogs and transparency groups, including Americans for Public Trust, have slammed the compensation levels as unusually high. “The fact that he and his wife put one-third of their ‘charity’ revenues into their own pockets will undoubtedly raise red flags in the eyes of middle-class Americans,” said Executive Director Caitlin Sutherland.
The filings also note that Girls Club LLC owns the copyright to Siebel Newsom’s documentary, Miss Representation, and has licensed it back to the nonprofit for at least seven years—a move that further consolidates the charity’s funds within the Newsoms' private holdings.
As Gavin Newsom continues his national "rebrand" tour, these financial revelations and the ongoing spat with the President are likely to remain central themes in the 2026 political cycle.
part 1
The black duffel bag hit the porch with a heavy thud.
Its zipper burst open.
Everything inside spilled across the wooden boards.
At first, nobody moved.
Then Sheriff Daniels stepped forward.
A black handgun slid across the porch until it stopped against the front step.
His hand instantly went to his holster.
"Nobody move!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
The cameraman zoomed in.
Beside the handgun lay dozens of unopened envelopes.
Every one of them carried military postage.
Every one of them was addressed to:
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Parker
The return address read:
Sergeant Emily Parker
Camp Arifjan, Kuwait.
The dates stretched across four years.
Some envelopes were faded from heat.
Others were still sealed with military tape.
Mrs. Ellis whispered, "Those are her letters..."
Pastor Ray slowly picked one up from the porch.
"It hasn't even been opened."
Another envelope.
Still sealed.
Then another.
Twenty.
Thirty.
More than anyone could count.
Mr. Greer's face turned pale.
"I delivered every one of those."
Nobody answered.
Inside the house came the sound of something crashing.
Emily couldn't breathe.
"I wrote every month."
Her voice barely carried.
"I never missed a birthday... never missed Christmas... never missed Mom's anniversary after her surgery."
She looked toward the windows.
"You never read them?"
Silence.
Sheriff Daniels carefully picked up the pistol using a handkerchief.
"This weapon isn't loaded."
Deputy Harris stepped beside him.
"Serial number's still intact."
Daniels stared.
His expression changed.
"I know this gun."
The deputy frowned.
"What?"
"It was reported stolen."
"When?"
"Almost six years ago."
He looked toward the Parker house.
"By Richard Parker."
The entire crowd turned toward the front door.
Inside, someone shouted.
"No!"
Then another crash.
Mr. Greer suddenly remembered something.
"I have something."
He hurried back to his mail truck.
People watched him disappear into the driver's seat.
A moment later he returned carrying a thick leather folder.
"I wasn't sure I'd ever need this."
He handed it to the sheriff.
Daniels opened it.
Inside were photocopies.
Certified mail receipts.
Postal forwarding forms.
Rejected delivery notices.
Every document carried Richard Parker's signature.
The sheriff flipped page after page.
"Refused."
"Refused."
"Refused."
"Forward to sender."
Again.
Again.
Again.
Mr. Greer's voice trembled.
"Four years ago your parents came to the post office."
"They told us you were dangerous."
"They said if any military mail arrived, they didn't want it."
Emily stared at him.
"They said that?"
He nodded sadly.
"They claimed you'd threatened the family before you went away."
Mrs. Ellis burst into tears.
"Oh my God..."
Pastor Ray slowly removed his glasses.
"I told the congregation to pray for Richard and Linda."
"I thought they were grieving."
Across the street, whispers spread through the neighbors.
"I remember..."
"They said she assaulted someone."
"I heard she'd robbed a store."
"No... they told me she'd attacked her own father."
Every rumor.
Every lie.
Every cruel glance Emily had imagined while overseas...
Suddenly made sense.
She felt her knees weaken.
Mr. Greer caught her before she fell.
"You don't owe these people an apology."
Emily wiped away tears.
"I kept wondering why nobody answered."
She laughed bitterly.
"I thought everyone had forgotten me."
The sheriff continued examining the folder.
Then he stopped.
One document had a different heading.
Application for Declaration of Death in Absentia.
Daniels frowned.
"What is this?"
He read farther.
The filing claimed Emily Parker had been "missing with probable criminal activity."
Attached was a request to transfer ownership of her college trust, vehicle title, and military survivor benefits.
The application carried two signatures.
Richard Parker.
Linda Parker.
The crowd gasped.
"They tried to declare her legally dead?" someone whispered.
"No..."
"They couldn't..."
Emily's head snapped toward the house.
"My college trust?"
Her father had promised that account would always belong to her.
She had worked two jobs through high school because they insisted every dollar mattered.
Now...
Her stomach twisted.
They had tried to erase her completely.
Inside the house, another loud bang echoed.
Deputy Harris looked toward the sheriff.
"They're moving."
Daniels nodded once.
"Cover the back."
Two deputies sprinted around the sides of the property.
The cameraman followed until another officer pushed him back.
Suddenly the upstairs curtains flew open.
Richard Parker appeared for only a second.
His face was drenched with sweat.
He looked directly at Emily.
Not with guilt.
With hatred.
"You should've stayed gone!" he screamed.
Then he disappeared.
Mrs. Parker's terrified voice echoed from somewhere inside.
"Richard, stop!"
Another crash.
Glass shattered.
Deputy Collins shouted from the backyard.
"Sheriff!"
"They're trying to get out!"
The crowd surged toward the sidewalk before officers forced everyone back.
Sheriff Daniels drew a slow breath.
"This isn't about an escaped convict anymore."
He looked at the house.
"This is now a criminal investigation."
Emily stood frozen.
Four years she'd dreamed about coming home.
Four years imagining hugs.
Laughter.
A family dinner.
Instead...
Her own parents had spent those same four years convincing an entire town that she was a criminal.
And judging by the fear inside that house...
The lies were only beginning to unravel.
