Every camera froze on him like a firing squad.
The room, once loud with scripted outrage, fell into a silence so sharp it seemed to cut the air itself. Omar’s words died mid-flight.
AOC’s confidence slipped, just for a heartbeat. Then Kennedy inhaled, and in that breath, the balance of the room, the narrative, the moral high ground all seemed to tilt, as if history had just leaned in and whispered, “Lis… Continues…
