Lawrence Mark Zuckerberg says he regrets not speaking out more about censoring americaning. Peter doocy will have that coming up. Steve and opening the door about talks about Irans Nuclear program. That is interesting, well talk to former Secretary Of State mike pompeo in about 15 minutes. Ainsley a exte mom about parenting. I dont want to be room mom, team mom, if the room Mom Needs Money for everyone to participate, i am a venmo mom. Ainsley well share thoughts when jimmy failla joins us live. Brian final hour of Fox And Friends starts now. Your morning is better with friends. White house responds to Mark Zuckerbergs letter saying meta ceo gave in to the Bidenharris Administration. Lawrence peter doocy live from the white house. Peter jim jordan posted this, Mark Zuckerberg wrote senior officials of Biden Administration, including the white house pressure sd our tea to censor humor and satire. I believe the government pressure was wrong and i regret we were not outspoken about it. Wh
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