Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
David T. Cloft 
Two hundred years ago, a gloomy English preacher named Thomas Malthus did some math and decided the human race was doomed. People, he warned, breed like rabbits while food grows like turnips.
We’re all human, and humans—no matter how many Bible verses they can quote—are fully capable of doing selfish, manipulative, and downright ugly things. The difference is, when someone slaps the label Christian on top of it, the damage cuts deeper. It’s spiritual fraud—sin wrapped in Scripture
The Islamic State didn’t cruise into Mosul in Teslas. They rolled in behind a Toyota Hilux convoy that looked like a Jiffy Lube parade gone wrong — turbo-diesel workhorses loaded with heavy machine guns and rocket pods.
There’s an old truth that modern America keeps trying to forget: rights don’t come from Washington—they come from God. The Constitution doesn’t give you a right to bear arms. It merely recognizes a divine truth that predates every law ever written—man has a God-given right to defend his life, his family, and his freedom. Government’s job is simple: protect that right. Not “regulate” it into irrelevance.
You have to hand it to them—wars are incredibly efficient. They fix unemployment, erase debt, trim the population, spike GDP, and make the right people filthy rich. If you were a global leader addicted to fame, adrenaline, and taxpayer cash, you’d love war too.
The smoke hadn’t cleared before the story was written. The word “insurrection” hit headlines before evidence hit desks. The labels were ready, the outrage preloaded. In the digital age, truth doesn’t wait for facts; it waits for trending.
Part II – The Spark Every crowd has a spark — the person who yells first, who throws the first punch, who pushes the fence. On January 6th, a few loud voices lit the fuse, and millions saw the explosion. Whether those voices were true believers, opportunists, or something murkier, we still don’t really know. …
Today, when German shooters don their old green sport jackets, they’re not just competitors. They’re descendants of the city guard. And when the Schützenkönig or Ritter (Knight) is crowned at the festival, it’s not merely a marksmanship title—it’s a symbolic knighting. It says, you have upheld the standard, you belong…
January 6th wasn’t proof of conspiracy; it was proof of decay. When the gears of the machine rust, even obvious danger can roll right past unnoticed. The alarms were ringing. We just stopped listening.
In 1962, the Supreme Court ripped the foundation stone out from under America’s public life. In Engel v. Vitale, the Court struck down a brief, voluntary, non-denominational school prayer written by New York officials
On paper, the VA’s Community Care dental program sounds like a dream: veterans can receive top-quality care from local civilian dentists without trekking halfway across the state to the nearest VA medical center. In reality? It’s a bureaucratic train wreck wrapped in red tape and sealed with an “apology for the inconvenience.”
I’m a retired Army math geek, and I’ll confess: I didn’t get to work on the sexy, world-changing projects my predecessors did back in the day. My career field was literally born because, in the middle of World War II, some engineers with more brain cells than social skills invented a device called the Variable Time fuze
Let’s cut to the chase: money is a collective hallucination. It’s paper (or pixels) we pretend is worth something because—well, everyone else does. You can’t eat it, drink from it, clothe yourself with it (except by converting it). If the shared belief that it’s valuable dissolves, poof — it’s worthless.
You know the type: the person who keeps a running tab of every slight, every mistake, every dumb thing somebody said back in 2012. The kind of person who never really lets anything go.
Here’s the problem with pendulums: they never stop neatly in the middle. They swing. And when one extreme breaks down, the opposite extreme often rushes in like it’s auditioning for the sequel.
When you spend enough time as a general’s aide-de-camp, you learn two things: first, generals are human; and second, there are certain things you just keep to yourself.
I was a believer. Somewhere between “Make America Great Again” and the media losing their minds every 15 minutes, I crossed a line. I started defending him like he was beyond fault — like somehow, one man could carry the soul of an entire nation. That’s where it gets dangerous.
In February 2014, while Western leaders debated sanctions over Ukrainian protests, unmarked soldiers began seizing airfields and government buildings in Crimea. No insignia, no declarations, just discipline and precision — “little green men.”
Let’s clear something up right out of the gate: Washington, D.C. is not a swamp. Swamps are natural. Swamps have frogs, cattails, and gators that serve a purpose in God’s food chain. What we’ve got in D.C. is man-made. It stinks. It festers. It’s artificial. It’s not a swamp — it’s a sewer.
For a decade, Europe’s generals had lived in a post-Soviet afterglow, studying maps of Kaliningrad, the Suwałki Gap, and the Carpathians. Russia was weak, its army hollow, its population declining.