David T. Cloft

David T. Cloft is a competitive smallbore and long range rifle shooter from the United States, who has won seven National Championships and has set 11 US National Records. In 1999 he became the first American to be Knighted by the Princess of Buedingen, Germany after winning their annual Schutzenfest. He formerly served as a United States Army officer and retired at the rank of Lieutenant Colonel.

The Coldest Paradise in Recreational Scuba

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There are places where the water is warm, the reefs are colorful, and every dive feels familiar. Then there’s Thunder Bay. Hidden beneath the cold, crystal-clear waters of Lake Huron lies one of North America’s greatest collections of preserved shipwrecks, where history is measured not in museums, but in feet of depth. From the beginner-friendly “Oscar T. Flint” at 33 feet, to the towering machinery of the “Montana” at 63 feet, and finally the legendary “Grecian” resting around 100 feet below the surface, few places offer such a perfect progression for recreational divers. The only catch? You have to embrace the cold—but those who do are rewarded with an underwater time capsule unlike anywhere else in the world.

Beware the Fudd: He’s Not Extinct—And Kids, You’re Using the Word Wrong

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The Fudd isn’t simply an old guy with a walnut-stocked deer rifle. He’s the gun owner who says, “I support the Second Amendment, but nobody needs *that*.” From $20,000 shotguns to $500 AR-15s—and even the infamous “full semi-automatic”—America’s gun culture has spent decades learning that somebody else’s firearm doesn’t become less protected just because you don’t like it. Beware: the Fudd isn’t extinct. He’s evolved. And kids, you’re using the word wrong.

PART IV — The Third Rebellion: Babel, One-World Government, and God’s Disinheriting of the Nations

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After the flood, God again commands humanity to “fill the earth” (Gen. 9:1). Instead, humanity gathers at Babel and says, “Let us make a name for ourselves” and “lest we be scattered” (Gen. 11:4). This is open rebellion. Babel is the first attempt at global government independent of God—centralized control, unified language, human exaltation. It is humanity trying to reverse God’s plan and replace divine rule with human empire.

25 Years Later, and We Still Don’t Know the Whole Truth About 9/11

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Twenty-five years after 9/11, Americans still have questions—and apparently asking them remains more dangerous to polite society than leaving them unanswered. We know intelligence agencies had information about future hijackers, critical information wasn’t effectively shared, early accounts of the military response proved inaccurate, Saudi-connected individuals assisted two hijackers, and Building 7 became the first known tall building to completely collapse primarily from uncontrolled ordinary-content fires. None of that proves an inside job. It proves something much simpler: “trust us” isn’t an acceptable substitute for history. Open the remaining files, follow the evidence wherever it leads, destroy the stupid conspiracy theories with facts—and answer the legitimate questions. After 25 years, Americans have earned something better than a press release.

PART III — The Second Rebellion: The Watchers, the Nephilim, and Why the Flood Was Not Just a Rainstorm

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Most Christians know nothing about Genesis 6:1–4 because tradition buried it. But Scripture is blunt: “the sons of God” (bene elohim) took human women, producing the Nephilim. This language is the same used for divine beings in Job 1:6. The earliest Jews and Christians interpreted this literally. Peter and Jude confirm it (2 Pet. 2:4–5; Jude 6). This is a second supernatural-human rebellion that corrupts humanity and the earth.Eden

Thirteen Years: What Charlie Kirk Did With the Time He Was Given

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Charlie Kirk had thirteen adult years between founding Turning Point USA at 18 and his death at 31. Thirteen years to build something that would outlive him. But perhaps his most important message wasn’t ultimately political—it was pointing young people toward faith, family, purpose, and Christ.

The next generation will be discipled. The question is who will disciple them.

As we approach the first anniversary of Charlie Kirk’s death, perhaps the best way to honor his legacy isn’t simply to remember him. It’s to continue the mission.

Our clocks are still running. Don’t waste them.

PART II — The World Outside Eden: Mortal Humans, Real Danger, and the Mission Adam Abandoned

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Genesis draws a sharp line between inside Eden (God’s dwelling) and outside Eden (the rest of earth). Humanity’s command to “fill the earth and subdue it” (Gen. 1:28) implies the world outside Eden was wild, undeveloped, and awaiting humanity’s rule. The Hebrew kavash (“subdue”) means to bring under order. You don’t “subdue” paradise. You subdue wilderness. The world outside Eden was not evil—just unfinished.

Michigan Adds Another Felony Because You Used an iPhone

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I learned something while sitting on a Michigan jury that sent me down one hell of a rabbit hole: Michigan can separately criminalize using a computer to commit a crime. In 2026, when your phone, truck, watch, bank, doorbell and possibly your toaster are computers, that starts sounding suspiciously like an enhancement for breathing oxygen while committing a crime.

PART I — Eden: God’s Dwelling, Humanity’s Calling, and the Story We Flattened Into a Coloring Book

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Most Christians think Eden was a perfect, universal paradise. But Genesis never claims that. The Bible says God “planted a garden in Eden” (Gen. 2:8), a sacred space inside a larger region. Ezekiel calls it “the mountain of God” (Ezek. 28:13–14). Eden was God’s dwelling place, not a global utopia. Only inside Eden did God walk with humanity (Gen. 3:8). Outside the garden lay the rest of the earth—good, but not yet sacred space. The story starts with geographic holiness, not widespread perfection.

Dad’s Permanent Trailer Plate Has Entered the Surveillance State

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Dad thought “permanent trailer plate” meant permanent. Government apparently meant, “until you buy another trailer, peasant.” For generations, recycling an old trailer plate was the kind of technically-wrong rural economics nobody noticed unless a cop had an actual reason to look. Today, cameras, databases, and algorithms potentially can notice—and remember—things no human officer ever would have bothered with.

That raises a bigger question than Dad’s Great Trailer Plate Crime Spree: **When technology makes it possible for government to notice nearly everything, should it?**

The FOBbit: How the Army Turns Warriors Into PowerPoint-Slinging Indoor Cats

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The Army has a remarkable ability to take a perfectly functional warrior, promote him a few times, hand him three computer monitors, and turn him into a PowerPoint-slinging indoor cat. Thus begins the evolution of the FOBbit: that mysterious creature who once went outside the wire but now survives on RFIs, synchronization meetings, Green Beans coffee, and Baskin-Robbins. The real horror comes when you finally look down at your ice cream, look at your clean uniform, hit “Send” on another 1600 suspense, and realize the terrible truth: Oh, $h!tt! I’m the FOBbit.

90 Days without Juice: Welcome Back to 1850 America

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Electricity was once a luxury. Today, it is the invisible life-support system of modern civilization. Take the grid away for three months and the problem isn’t simply darkness—it’s water, sewage, refrigeration, medicine, fuel, communications, and millions of people discovering that civilization has outsourced most of their basic survival skills. America’s Achilles’ heel may not be that an enemy can defeat our military, but that someone could disrupt the enormous electrical extension cord connecting nearly everything that keeps us alive.

I Don’t Believe in Miracles, Says the Miracle

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Modern man says he doesn’t believe in miracles while standing on a wet rock hurtling through space, made of stardust, possessing consciousness nobody can fully explain, pondering a universe nobody can explain why exists. God? Ridiculous. Ancient aliens? Now you have his attention. Maybe we didn’t stop believing—we just changed the vocabulary and became selectively skeptical about which mysteries are socially acceptable. Watch for AFNN next week as we ask the uncomfortable question: “I Don’t Believe in Miracles,” Says the Miracle.

Jesus Is the Cheat Code for the Game of Life—And We Still Refuse to Use It

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Life is the ultimate game: no instruction manual at birth, no guarantee how much time is on the clock, and plenty of opportunities to screw it up. The crazy part is that God gave us the cheat code anyway. Jesus said, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life.” We get a lifetime to figure that out, produce some good fruit, and use every redo grace gives us. But eventually, the clock hits zero.

The Sword of Sharia: The Christian Test Under Sharia Law

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Paying an unfair tax is one thing. Wearing clothes you wouldn’t otherwise wear is another. But what happens when government finally asks the question Christians have faced since Rome: Will you obey us when obeying us means disobeying Christ? That’s where Romans 13 meets Acts 5:29—and Christianity stops being a bumper sticker.

When Uncle Sam Ordered a Sewing Machine Company to Make a .45

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Before America entered World War II, Uncle Sam looked at the Singer Sewing Machine Company and essentially asked, “Nice factory. Can you make a .45?” The result was just 500 Singer M1911A1 pistols—one of today’s great military-firearms collectibles. Singer wasn’t forced into gunmaking by the Defense Production Act; that law wouldn’t exist until 1950. Instead, the Army paid civilian companies to learn military production before the shooting started. It was industrial mobilization with refreshingly little mystery: you cannot surge a factory you don’t have.

Good Bye Reagan National: Convenience Is No Longer Worth the Risk

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Reagan National was a perfectly reasonable airport when it opened in 1941. Eighty-five years later, we’ve packed commercial jets, military helicopters, presidential transportation, restricted airspace and national-security missions into the same tiny patch of sky—and the warning signs are getting difficult to ignore. After 67 deaths, an emergency airspace redesign, repeated communications failures and a Marine One separation incident, perhaps the problem isn’t the latest procedure or antenna. Perhaps Washington’s convenience has simply outlived the acceptable risk.

Welcome to the Pentagon Wars: The National Guard Still Hates Me

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The Pentagon doesn’t fight just one kind of war. Some are fought with tanks and rifles; others with spreadsheets, PowerPoint, and somebody quietly asking, “Where haven’t they spent their money yet?” Born from Robert McNamara’s 1960s-era attempt to bring rational analysis to defense spending, the POM process evolved into an institutionalized food fight where the Active Army, National Guard, and Army Reserve defend their rice bowls while hunting for everyone else’s leftovers. I happened to be pretty good at looking under the fiscal seat cushions—and somewhere, I suspect, a retired National Guard programmer still mutters my name. Welcome to the Pentagon Wars.

The Greatest Generation Didn’t Have A Port Call Scheduled

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The Greatest Generation didn’t have Wi-Fi, DoorDash, FaceTime, scheduled port calls—or an expected return date. They had a war to win. Today’s sailors aren’t the problem; they’re products of a culture that has become extraordinarily good at eliminating discomfort. The question isn’t whether young Americans are “soft.” It’s whether America still teaches resilience before history demands it the hard way.

The Pacific Ocean doesn’t have an HR department, and the enemy doesn’t care about your deployment schedule.

Flock You: The Fourth Amendment Would Like a Word

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America has built a surveillance network King George III could only dream about. License-plate cameras may help catch criminals, but when government can potentially turn millions of innocent motorists into searchable dots on a map, the Fourth Amendment deserves a seat at the table. Catch the car thief. Find the missing child. But when the government wants to reconstruct where ordinary citizens have been, Americans should remember two beautiful words our Founders would appreciate: Flock you.