Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
Remember how people used to say that a lack of information was responsible for people doing or saying some not bright things? Remember how our good friends on the left have been claiming that it was only stupid and ignorant people who voted for Donald Trump? Paula on Bluesky told me that President Trump “was …
In the summer of 2099, researchers developed a new groundbreaking drug. When ingested this new medication impaired one’s ability to judge others.
The email came in this morning. “Sean,” the message began. “You are a social media attention whore….” Great way to start the day.
In a rush to prove the Margaret Thatcher axiom correct, California is about to make a push to show how quickly a state can burn through other people’s money.
My truck cab was filled with three barking dogs and one idiot. The dogs were in the backseat. The idiot was behind the wheel.
“Sit down!” the idiot kept saying.
I turn on Fox News for the same reason a man checks the weather before he goes outside: I want to know what’s coming, and I’d prefer not to be blindsided by it. Is the world on fire? Are we at war? Did Congress accidentally pass something useful? Did somebody somewhere do something so insane it requires a full segment and a therapist?
So if the Earth is flat, then Greenland is basically… what? A decorative corner of the map? The unused part of a board game? The place you accidentally fold over when you’re stuffing an atlas back into the glove box?
President Trump announced today that in the spirit of not only international relations, but also interstellar amity, he has given U.S. Secretary of State Marco Rubio, permission to accept the position of Interim Grand Nagus of the Ferengi Alliance.
I was a general’s aide-de-camp, which meant my actual job was not assisting, but intercepting stupidity before it reached flag rank. My boss lived in a world where things simply worked. Vehicles appeared complete. Schedules ran. Equipment existed. That didn’t happen by magic — it happened because several people quietly absorbed chaos so he never had to.
In light of all the negative headlines, civil unrest, and the international political upheavals, I know many of you are anxious to know what I did for National Kiss a Ginger Day. Or maybe you missed this particular holiday.
Well, we got him – Nicolás Maduro that is. Now what do we do with him? How do we deliver justice, with a system which is demonstrably unreliable at the business of “equal justice under law”?
For decades, Democrats have run the greatest long con in meteorological history—keeping Michigan locked in a Siberian deep freeze under the guise of “saving the planet.” This is not environmentalism. This is a communist cold-storage program. A deliberate effort to stop the natural evolution of states—where Michigan obviously becomes Florida with better beer and fewer felonies.
I find listening to & talking with Liberals an endless source of amusement. Granted, there are few discussions because they quickly descend into insults & threats when you ask a question the Lib doesn’t like. Here are nine short vignettes of my interactions with Liberals since businessman Donald J. Trump won his first election.
Happy New Year! We’re closing out another year, so it’s time to take stock of the past, and go out on a limb with a few predictions about the future – with special attention to California.
For decades, Americans have trusted the United States Naval Academy to produce the second finest officers ever to run aground in shallow water. But troubling new reports suggest that midshipmen may be engaged in an old Navy pastime that predates modern refrigeration, nuclear propulsion, and personal dignity.
Sweet Home Alabama & the Army-Navy Game: A story of a decades-old military academy rivalry coupled with good, old-fashioned Southern Patriotism.
The first snowfall isn’t magical; it’s a mess and always has been. Clean roads turn grimy overnight, coated with cinder, ash and salt that seemingly sticks around until April.
We arrived at the Christmas tree lot after dark. My wife and I walked the long aisles of pinery, scrutinizing each tree as though it were asking for our kid’s hand in marriage.
I need guidance on how to respond to these angry emailers. So, I turn to my dog, Marigold. Marigold is the most non-judgemental soul I know. I read emails aloud to her, then base my responses on her reactions.
Listen up, cadets — your dusty old institution is under siege… from me, the world’s most offended armchair critic. As someone who’s never fired a rifle, never been marched at 5 a.m., and whose greatest battle was choosing between oat milk or almond at Starbucks, I hereby launch my campaign to transform West Point into Soy Boy University — the safe space you never knew you wanted.