Daniel Penny Joins Trump, Vance At Annual Army-Navy Game

Over the course of six days, subway vigilante Daniel Penny has gone from fearing a jail sentence to spending time with the president-elect in a luxury suite.

The Marine veteran was greeted as a hero on Saturday when he joined soon-to-be President Donald Trump and Vice President JD Vance at the annual Army-Navy football game, the New York Post reported on Friday.

Penny, who was acquitted Monday by a Manhattan jury in the chokehold death of NYC subway rider Jordan Neely, was the personal guest of Vance at the intense rivalry game, watching from the president-elect’s suite at Northwest Stadium in Landover, MD.
“Others attending the game included Defense Secretary nominee Pete Hegseth, Intelligence Director nominee Tulsi Gabbard, House Speaker Mike Johnson (R-La.), Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis and billionaire Elon Musk,” the New York Post noted. “Before kickoff, Penny dressed in a navy blue suit and tie, was spotted in the luxury suite talking with Vance, the future veep’s wife, Usha, and Johnson.”

Later, Trump was seen standing next to Vance, shaking his fist and waving to the crowd as they chanted, “USA! USA!” He saluted during the singing of the National Anthem.

Trump took a moment to greet Penny while he and Vance posed for several photos with the Marine veteran. Vance was seen patting Penny on the back as they chatted with Trump, and earlier, they were laughing together while greeting another guest.
“Daniel’s a good guy, and New York’s mob district attorney tried to ruin his life for having a backbone,” Vance noted on the X platform on Friday, while also referencing far-left Soros-funded Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg.

“I’m grateful he accepted my invitation and hope he’s able to have fun and appreciate how much his fellow citizens admire his courage,” Vance added.

Gabbard, an Iraq war vet who remains an officer in the Army Reserve, told The Post it was an honor to join Trump “surrounded by great Americans celebrating freedom and what it means to serve.”

“Standing alongside courageous Americans like Daniel Penny was special, as he embodies the courage of our nation’s warriors, both in and out of uniform,” she added. “This game is not just about football; it’s a heartfelt tribute to service and unity, reminding us of the sacrifices made for our freedoms.”

Trump took a moment to greet Penny while he and Vance posed for several photos with the Marine veteran. Vance was seen patting Penny on the back as they chatted with Trump, and earlier, they were laughing together while greeting another guest.

“Daniel’s a good guy, and New York’s mob district attorney tried to ruin his life for having a backbone,” Vance noted on the X platform on Friday, while also referencing far-left Soros-funded Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg.

“I’m grateful he accepted my invitation and hope he’s able to have fun and appreciate how much his fellow citizens admire his courage,” Vance added.

Gabbard, an Iraq war vet who remains an officer in the Army Reserve, told The Post it was an honor to join Trump “surrounded by great Americans celebrating freedom and what it means to serve.”

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