Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour in Toronto ended with more drama than anyone could have anticipated, leaving fans and social media buzzing. During her closing moments on stage, Swift allegedly unleashed a fiery tirade aimed squarely at billionaire Elon Musk, the controversial owner of X (formerly Twitter). The unexpected outburst reportedly stunned attendees and has since sparked a massive online debate, with Swifties and Musk supporters clashing over her comments.

According to witnesses, the pop superstar interrupted her final performance to call out Musk directly. In a heated statement, she accused him of running what she described as a “toxic platform,” condemning the harmful culture that has developed on X since Musk’s acquisition. Swift allegedly took it a step further, describing him as “rich, talented but heartless and immoral,” drawing gasps and cheers from her audience. While Swift has always been known for her bold stances on social and political issues, this public call-out has reached an entirely new level of intensity.

The comments seem to have struck a chord with her fans, many of whom have long expressed concerns about Musk’s management of the platform. Since taking over X, Musk has faced criticism for his controversial decisions, including mass layoffs, changes to verification systems, and his often polarizing personal tweets. For many, Swift’s remarks felt like a validation of their own frustrations. Social media has since exploded with support for her stance, with hashtags like #SwiftExposesMusk and #ErasAgainstX trending within hours of the concert’s conclusion.

However, not everyone is applauding Swift’s decision to wade into this feud. Critics argue that the stage wasn’t the right place for such a personal attack, accusing her of alienating fans who might not share her views. Others believe she may have oversimplified a complex issue, reducing Musk’s influence and decisions to mere insults. The billionaire himself has yet to respond directly, though some speculate his silence won’t last long given his reputation for addressing criticism head-on.

This isn’t the first time Swift has used her platform to speak out on controversial issues. Over the years, she has become increasingly vocal about politics, social justice, and corporate accountability, often encouraging her fans to take action. Her ability to seamlessly blend activism with artistry has made her a role model to millions, but it has also put her under a microscope. The backlash from her recent remarks could test the limits of her influence.

The timing of Swift’s alleged declaration is also raising eyebrows. Just weeks earlier, Musk had publicly praised her, joking about wanting to collaborate with her on a project. Some fans see her comments as a direct rejection of his advances, framing the incident as a power play between two of the world’s most influential figures. The tension between the two now feels palpable, as though the next move could come from either side.

Behind the scenes, Swift’s management team has declined to comment on the situation, leaving fans to speculate about her future on X. Many believe her comments signal an imminent departure from the platform, a decision that would undoubtedly send shockwaves through the social media landscape. Swift has built one of the most loyal and active online followings in history, and her presence on X has been a cornerstone of her brand for years. A public exit could spark a mass migration of fans to rival platforms, further intensifying the debate over Musk’s handling of X.

In the days since the Toronto show, the conversation has only grown louder. Some fans have even started petitions urging Swift to formally boycott X, while others are calling on Musk to make changes to the platform in response to her criticisms. Meanwhile, analysts are weighing in on the broader implications of this clash. Many view it as a defining moment in the ongoing intersection of celebrity influence, social media culture, and corporate responsibility.

The stakes are undeniably high for both Swift and Musk. For Swift, her ability to address social issues without alienating her fanbase has always been a balancing act. While her outspokenness has earned her praise, it has also made her a target for detractors. For Musk, the incident underscores the challenges he faces as both a businessman and a public figure. His stewardship of X has already been polarizing, and Swift’s comments add another layer of scrutiny to his leadership.

As the story continues to unfold, one thing is clear: the clash between Taylor Swift and Elon Musk has captivated the world. It’s a reminder of the power wielded by cultural icons and the way their voices can shape public discourse. Whether this feud leads to meaningful change or simply fades into the background remains to be seen. For now, fans and critics alike are left to wonder what’s next for two of the most influential personalities of our time.

When Eileen feels that something is off with her husband, James, she hires a private investigator. But a few weeks into the investigation, the investigator wants to call it off. But why? What could James be up to that even an investigator doesn’t want to delve into?At 33, and after being with James for so long, I thought I knew everything about my husband. We’ve been married for four years, and in the beginning, we were on the same page about the future.We decided that we didn’t want kids right away. First, we needed to settle into life, leave our cramped apartment, buy a house, and build the kind of financial security that would make raising a family easier.A smiling couple | Source: MidjourneyThat’s exactly where we are now: in a white two-story house with a yard, savings in the bank, and two rock-solid careers. I’m an editor at a top-tier magazine, and James runs a cybersecurity team for a large corporation.On paper, everything is perfect.So, why does it feel like my husband is slipping away?Lately, James has been acting… off.A beautiful white house | Source: MidjourneyHe’s constantly on his phone with late-night calls that end the moment I walk into the room. Sometimes I catch the faintest whiff of a perfume that definitely isn’t mine. And, my God, the lies are subtle, but they’re there.His attention is elsewhere, like he’s living in some parallel world I just can’t access. I’ve spent hours lying awake, imagining the worst.At first, I tried convincing myself that I was overreacting. But that morning at work, I couldn’t keep it in. During a break, I found myself unloading on my colleague, Rachel, who sat across from me at the long, glass conference table.A man using his phone | Source: Midjourney”I just know something’s wrong, Rach,” I muttered, shaking my salad. “He’s been taking weird calls and coming home smelling like… like another woman.”Rachel gave me a sympathetic look, one that made me feel both seen but also stupid.”Have you asked him about it?”A bowl of salad on a table | Source: Midjourney”Of course,” I said. “He just brushes me off, saying that it’s work. But I can tell he’s lying.”I rested my elbows on the table, fighting back the lump rising in my throat.”What if he’s seeing someone else? How am I supposed to start a family with him if I can’t trust him?”Rachel was quiet. Then she leaned in slightly, dropping her voice.Two women sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney”Listen… if you want real answers, there’s someone I know who can help.””What, like a therapist?” I asked.”No! A private investigator.”I blinked, thrown off by how casually she said it, like it was normal to hire someone to tail your husband.She must have noticed my hesitation because she continued speaking quickly.A woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney”Look, you’re obviously going through it, Eileen. If you need clarity, and I mean real clarity, this guy can give it to you. I know someone who used him before, and she got answers fast. No fluff, just the truth.”The idea felt heavy and strange, like I was crossing some invisible line. But at the same time, a flicker of hope stirred inside me.”How do I contact him?” I asked.Rachel scribbled a name and number from her phone onto a piece of paper.A folded piece of paper on a table | Source: Midjourney”His name’s Benson. He’s discreet. He’ll tell you everything you need to know.”But what if he is really cheating on me?The thought is always a gut punch, but if I’m ever going to build a family with this man, I need to know the truth. So, I decided to take Rachel’s advice and hire a private investigator.I met Benson in a dimly lit café, my stomach twisted into knots as I told him everything.The interior of a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney”Those late-night calls cannot be work-related,” I said, stirring my coffee. “There’s something more. There has to be more. It’s a gut feeling, Benson.”Benson stirred his own cup of coffee slowly.”Eileen,” he said. “I’ve been in this business for a long time. More often than not, when someone thinks their spouse is cheating, they’re right. You need to be prepared for whatever we find.”A man sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney”I need you to understand that properly,” he pushed. “Whatever we find, there’s no going back, Eileen.”I knew the risks. I knew that once Benson pulled the curtain back, there’d be no going back to blissful ignorance.The days that followed were agony. Every time James glanced at his phone, my pulse spiked. At work, I buried myself in deadlines, trying to keep my mind from spiraling.A man using his phone | Source: MidjourneyI was sitting at the office, going through the final layout of the upcoming issue, when my phone rang. Benson was finally calling me back. His voice was tense, and something about it chilled me.”Eileen, we need to stop,” Benson said. “We need to drop the investigation for both of our sakes.”My heart slammed against my ribs.A woman sitting in her office | Source: Midjourney”There’s a lot more going on here than we realized. Trust me, this is bigger than you think, and it’s safer if we let it go.”I sat frozen, gripping the phone so tightly my knuckles ached. A private investigator, someone used to digging up dirt on the most dangerous people, was now too scared to continue?What had Benson uncovered about James? Was my husband tangled in something even darker than infidelity?A shocked woman | Source: MidjourneyBut Benson refused to say more.”Keep the money,” he muttered before hanging up. “I don’t want it.”That night, sleep evaded me completely. I kept imagining James as someone unrecognizable. Suddenly, he was a stranger wearing the face of the man I married.I had to know what was happening. If Benson wouldn’t help, I’d figure it out myself.A woman laying in her bed | Source: Midjourney”Come on, Eileen,” I said. “You can do this.”I bought hidden cameras and a voice recorder, planning to plant them in James’ car and his home office. If he wasn’t going to tell me the truth, I’d find it myself.But while installing a camera in his study, I stumbled upon something that made my skin crawl.There were already hidden cameras installed. Cameras that I’d never seen before. One in our bedroom. One in the hallway. The living room. Even the kitchen.A camera in a home | Source: MidjourneyI’d never noticed them before.My chest tightened as I stared at the tiny lens tucked into the corner of our bedroom.Honestly, who was James? Why was our home wired like this?My mind spiraled, panic taking over.A stressed woman | Source: MidjourneyWas James monitoring me? Was I living inside a prison disguised as a marriage? I felt trapped and unsafe, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed a suitcase and started packing.”Annie, I need you to talk me down from a panic attack,” I said, putting my phone on speaker when my best friend answered.”Okay, Eileen,” she said calmly. “Talk to me. What’s going on? What triggered you?”An open suitcase on a bed | Source: Midjourney”James…” I said. “I found hidden cameras in the house. I don’t know why they’re here. I don’t know what to do. I’m not okay, Annie!””Breathe,” she said slowly. “I need you to breathe. What are you doing? Are you home?””I’m home,” I sighed. “And now, I’m packing a bag.””Why?” Annie asked. “Where are you going?”A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney”Are you seriously asking me that question?” I asked, packing my pajamas.”I’m trying to understand,” Annie said.I needed to get out. I needed to go somewhere else. To my parents’ house, or anywhere that didn’t have hidden cameras watching my every move.”I’ll speak to you later. When I’m settled,” I said.A woman talking on the phone | Source: MidjourneyThat’s when James walked in.He stopped in my doorway, taking in the open suitcase and my trembling hands.”Darling, what’s going on?” he asked.I stood frozen for a moment, then pointed at the camera in the corner of our bedroom.”Why are there cameras in our house, James? What the hell is going on?” I shrieked.To my surprise, he didn’t get angry.A man standing in a doorway | Source: MidjourneyInstead, he smiled, like I’d caught him in some harmless prank.”How did you find them?” he asked, his voice calm, almost amused. “Were you trying to install a camera too?”The absurdity of his response made me want to scream.A smiling man | Source: Midjourney”Yes! I thought you were cheating on me! But this… I don’t know,” I gestured wildly at the camera, my voice cracking. “This is worse! You’ve been watching me. Why, James? Who are you?”My husband let out a long sigh and stepped closer.”I’ll explain everything, Eileen,” he said. “Just, please, try to understand.”A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney”I told you I work in cybersecurity, yes?” James began slowly. “That’s not the entire truth… I’m not just a cybersecurity kind of guy, darling. I’m an agent.””An agent?” I repeated, the word tasting foreign in my mouth. “What… What kind of agent?””I’m with the Secret Service,” he said, his voice steady but his expression careful. “The cameras are for our safety, not to spy on you, darling. I couldn’t tell you before, it was too dangerous. I just wanted to make sure no one would come snooping around while we were out. Or worse, while you were home alone.”A man looking out the window | Source: MidjourneyThe room tilted slightly as his words sank in. I’d been convinced my husband was sneaking around with another woman, only to find out that he was… what?”A secret agent?” I whispered, my mind struggling to connect the dots. “You’re James Bond now, huh?”He chuckled softly, though the weight in his gaze didn’t lift.”It’s not as glamorous as it sounds, really. I provide security for high-level government officials, sometimes foreign diplomats when they visit. It’s complicated and stressful, but I’ve been trying to transfer to desk duty.”A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney”Desk duty?” I asked, still reeling.”Actual cybersecurity,” he clarified. “So I can be home more. I want to build our family, Eileen. That’s why I’m making the switch.”I stood there, dazed. The man I’d thought was pulling away from me wasn’t running toward someone else. He was running from a dangerous life to protect us both.A man sitting at his desk | Source: Midjourney”So… no late-night affairs?” I asked weakly, trying to lighten the mood.James smiled, reaching for my hand.”No affairs, my darling,” he said softly. “Just a lot of secrets I wish I didn’t have to keep. And trying to stay away from people who would love to uncover them.”I exhaled slowly, looking at the open suitcase on the bed. I’d been so ready to walk away from all of this. But now… this wasn’t what I’d expected at all. And somehow, as wild as it sounded, it made sense.A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney”Is this a deal breaker, Eileen?” James asked, his voice quieter now. “I’ve wondered about it for a long time… If I told you the truth, would you still want to be with me? Would you still want us to have kids together?”I stood there for a moment, every possible answer spinning through my mind.”That’s why I’ve been trying to get out of active duty,” he continued. “I knew this day would come, sooner or later, everything would catch up to me.”A smiling man | Source: MidjourneyI swallowed hard, my thoughts finally settling.”It’s not a deal breaker,” I whispered.James pulled me into his arms, holding me close. And for the first time in weeks, I felt grounded again. Our life wasn’t going to be easy, far from it. But at least now, I knew what we were up against.What would you have done?A smiling couple | Source: MidjourneyIf you’ve enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you |Trust is the foundation of every marriage, but what happens when that trust begins to crack? I’m Freya, and this is the story of how I uncovered the lies that threatened to tear my family apart, and how I found the strength to fight for the truth.When I married Adrian, I thought I had won the lottery in life. We were high school sweethearts who somehow managed to survive the whirlwind of college and early careers, coming out stronger on the other side. Adrian was the kind of man every woman dreams of; he was ambitious, driven, and incredibly charming.A loving couple | Source: MidjourneyHe worked in finance, and as his responsibilities grew, so did the hours he spent away from home.Read the full story here.This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

For years, Carol lived in the shadow of her stepfamily, unseen and ignored. Then, out of nowhere, a lawyer’s call shattered her quiet life: her stepmother, who had barely loved her, had left Carol a $2.5 million inheritance, while her own daughters got only $5,000 each. The reason blew Carol’s mind.When I was 12, my dad remarried his new girlfriend. Linda came into our lives with her two daughters, Amanda and Becca, who were a few years older than me. Blending into their family felt like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. Amanda and Becca were the stars of every show — praised, adored, and always front and center.And me? I was just… there. Like a corner table. A newlywed couple | Source: MidjourneyI remember watching them from the edges of the room, feeling invisible. At family gatherings, I’d sit quietly, my hands folded in my lap, observing how effortlessly they commanded attention. “Look at my daughter’s straight A’s,” Linda would beam, her eyes never finding mine. My report cards would sit forgotten on the kitchen counter, collecting dust and ignorance.”Do you want some help with that?” I’d sometimes ask Becca when she was struggling with homework, hoping for a connection. She’d look up, a hint of disdain in her eyes. “I’ve got it,” she’d say, turning away. Those moments crushed whatever hope I had of belonging.An upset girl with her eyes downcast | Source: MidjourneyLinda wasn’t outright mean, but she wasn’t warm either. I wasn’t included in anything, not really. Family trips were planned around Amanda and Becca’s wants. Holidays? I spent more time washing dishes than enjoying the celebrations. Once, when I was 16, I asked why everything had to revolve around them. Linda barely looked at me as she said, “You’re not the only one here, Carol. Stop acting like a victim.”Her words stung then, and they still sting now.The kitchen would become my sanctuary and my prison. While others laughed in the living room, I’d scrub plates, the sound of my family’s joy muffled by the running water. Each dish I cleaned felt like another layer of my identity being wiped away, replaced by the expectation of being the background character in my own house.A teenage girl washing vessels | Source: PexelsBy the time I turned 18, I couldn’t take it anymore. I left for college, went no-contact with Amanda and Becca, and kept Linda at arm’s length. When Dad passed away two years later, we lost the only thing holding us together. Linda faded from my life after that. The only other connection I had with her was through the phonebook, with my phone number scribbled on it. But she barely called, and I didn’t want her to, either.For 15 years, I rarely thought about her. I got married to my wonderful boyfriend David, welcomed two amazing kids, and life just rolled on. Then, one day, my phone rang, and everything changed.”Carol, this is Mr. Higgins, Linda’s attorney.”I paused, confused. The name felt distant, like an echo from a life I’d deliberately forgotten. “Okay… why are you calling me?””I’m sorry to inform you that Linda passed away last week from lung cancer,” he said gently. A woman holding a smartphone | Source: MidjourneyFor a moment, I was too stunned to respond. Memories flickered like old photographs: Linda’s dismissive glances, her quick corrections, and the perpetual distance between us. I hadn’t even known she was sick. The irony wasn’t lost on me. We’d been so disconnected that even her terminal illness had slipped past me completely.”I see,” I finally managed. “What does this have to do with me?””She named you in her will. Linda left you her vacation home.”My heart skipped a beat. “Her vacation home?””Yes, the one that belonged to your father and was passed on to her after his death. It’s valued at $2.5 million,” he explained. “Her daughters Amanda and Becca were left $5,000 each.”A startled woman holding a phone | Source: MidjourneyI sat down hard on the couch, my head spinning. The numbers seemed surreal. All those years of feeling like an afterthought, and now this? Linda had barely been a presence in my life, yet she’d left me her most valuable asset and almost nothing for her own daughters. Why? Before I could process it, my phone buzzed with incoming texts. The screen lit up with family drama, as if Linda’s death had suddenly reignited old tensions.My husband, David, leaned over to read one of them. His jaw tightened. “Amanda’s accusing you of manipulating Linda. Classy!””She’s calling me a thief,” I said, staring at the words. The accusation felt achingly familiar… the same dismissive tone I’d heard throughout my childhood, the same narrative of me being the problem.An upset woman | Source: Midjourney”That’s nothing,” he muttered, scrolling through Becca’s online post. “She’s ranting about ‘backstabbers destroying families.'”A bitter laugh escaped me. Destroy families? We were barely a family to begin with. Those connections had been threadbare, held together by nothing more than shared last names and occasional holiday gatherings.I sighed, setting my phone aside. “Why would Linda do this? We weren’t even close.”David shrugged, his eyes soft with understanding. “Maybe you need to find out.”I nodded. Something told me this inheritance was more than just a financial transaction. It felt like an unfinished story, waiting to be understood. So, I decided to dig through the house to see if I could find any clues. A woman standing before a mansion | Source: MidjourneyThe vacation home looked exactly as I remembered when I entered. Nestled on the edge of a serene lake, it had always been my dad’s favorite place. We used to fish on the dock for hours, talking about everything and nothing.Standing in the doorway, I felt like a ghost of my former self. Each step was a journey through time, my fingers tracing familiar surfaces, collecting memories like dust. Dad would sit in that worn armchair by the window, his fishing hat tilted just so, telling me stories about his childhood. Those moments had been our sanctuary… a place where I felt truly seen and loved.I walked through the house, memories washing over me with every step. The living room still had the same luxurious furniture. The smell of cedar lingered, just like it did years ago. A grand living room | Source: MidjourneyBut I wasn’t here for nostalgia. I needed answers. Linda was meticulous, and I hoped somewhere in her files, she’d left a clue about her decision. Each drawer I opened felt like peeling back layers of a complicated family history.Finally, tucked away in the back of a drawer in her office, I found a letter addressed to me. The paper was crisp, the envelope sealed with a precision that was quintessentially Linda. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for it, knowing that this small piece of paper might hold the key to understanding everything. A woman holding an envelope | Source: MidjourneyWith anxious eyes, I began reading:By the time you read this, I hope you’ll understand the choice I made.I’ve carried the weight of my mistakes for years, and this letter is my final attempt to make things right. The truth is, I failed you… repeatedly and profoundly. When I married your father, I was so focused on protecting Amanda and Becca that I became blind to the harm I was causing you.My insecurities after my divorce turned me into a mother who couldn’t see beyond her own fears. I created a hierarchy in our family where you were always last, always invisible. I watched you endure our family’s coldness, and I did nothing.Time has a way of revealing uncomfortable truths. I’ve seen Amanda and Becca for who they truly are… entitled, manipulative women who learned to value status over genuine connection. And you? You built a life of integrity without seeking my validation or approval.This house, the place your father loved most, was always meant to be a sanctuary. He spoke of your times here with such joy and love. I realize now that I robbed you of those precious memories, of feeling truly part of a family.The vacation home is my apology. Not just a piece of property, but a chance for a fresh start. A legacy from a father who loved you completely, and a mother who is finally, painfully aware of her mistakes.A shocked woman holding a letter | Source: MidjourneyTears blurred the words. My hands trembled, not from anger, but from a profound sense of loss for the relationship we never had, and for the years wasted in silence and misunderstanding.I read the letter twice, then the third time, I let her words sink in. She’d known all along how unfair she’d been but hadn’t found the courage to fix it while she was alive. The letter felt like a final, desperate attempt at redemption and a whispered apology from beyond.Outside, the lake sparkled, indifferent to the complex emotions swirling inside me. Dad’s favorite place. My sanctuary. Now, unexpectedly, my inheritance.A week later, I got another call from Linda’s lawyer.A lawyer talking on the phone in his office | Source: Pexels”There’s a secondary clause in Linda’s will,” he explained. “She set aside a $5 million trust for Amanda and Becca.”I felt my stomach tighten. “I’m guessing there’s a catch?”He hesitated, and in that pause, I could almost hear Linda’s calculated precision. “They’d only inherit it if they accept the terms of the will without any hostility toward you.””The funds will be donated to a local youth charity Linda supported,” he said. “Given the phone calls, social media posts, and emails from Amanda and Becca, the trust has been forfeited.”A woman talking on the phone | Source: PexelsI was floored. Linda had anticipated Amanda and Becca’s behavior and planned accordingly. It was like a final chess move, calculated and precise. The lawyer confirmed the charity would receive the money instead.A part of me wanted to laugh at the irony. Linda, who had spent years marginalizing me, had ultimately chosen to protect me in the most unexpected way possible.Amanda called me that evening, and she was so furious. “You think you’ve won? You’re disgusting! You stole everything from us!”I stayed calm, years of being overlooked had taught me emotional resilience. “I didn’t steal anything, Amanda. Maybe you should think about why Linda made the decisions she did.”She hung up on me without saying much. But I could feel her fury. An angry woman talking on the phone | Source: PexelsThat night, David and I sat on the porch of the vacation home. The lake was calm, the sky painted with soft hues of pink and orange. Memories of fishing with my dad danced across the water’s surface, bringing a bittersweet smile to my lips.”Do you feel guilty?” David asked, breaking the silence.I thought about it, watching a lone bird glide across the darkening sky. “Not really. But I feel… sad. She waited too long to try and make things right. If she’d just talked to me while she was alive, maybe things could’ve been different.”David nodded, understanding etched in the gentle pressure of his arm around my shoulders. “She didn’t know how to fix things, so she did what she could in the end. It’s not perfect, but it’s something.”A couple embracing each other | Source: UnsplashThe lake seemed to whisper in agreement, its gentle waves a subtle reminder that healing isn’t always straightforward.Amanda and Becca have gone no-contact, and honestly, it’s a relief. The vacation home is ours now, and David and I are planning to move here next year with our kids. The house feels less like an inheritance and more like a homecoming.Linda may not have been the mother I wanted, but her final act was both an apology and a gift… a chance to reclaim a piece of my history.And that, at least, is something.A magnificent house by the lake | Source: MidjourneyHere’s another story: Arnold spends his 93rd birthday alone while waiting for his children who never show up. Then, when he almost gave up waiting, a knock came at the door. But it wasn’t who he’d been expecting. This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.