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A Military Retiree’s Survival Guide

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Retirement is not the end of the fight. It’s the change of terrain. Most men in modern America are stalked by two relentless beasts: long-term income and healthcare. Miss either one and your freedom is conditional. You are one layoff, one market crash, or one diagnosis away from panic. That’s not pessimism. That’s math. A military retiree is different.

The Secret to Life

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The Secret to Life is the Ability to Adapt to Change. I’ve been facing that challenge for the past few months. I’m voluntarily giving up an appendage and a mindset that has been part of me everyday, all day for 60+ years: I’ve stopped carrying a concealed firearm.   I’ve carried, or had close at …

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Small Nukes, Big Idea: Why SMRs Are the Future Catching Up With the Past

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SMR stands for Small Modular Reactor. The concept is simple: instead of building massive, one-off nuclear cathedrals that take fifteen years, billions of dollars, and three generations of lawyers, you build smaller reactors that are standardized, factory-produced, shipped in modules, and deployed where power is actually needed. They’re designed to be safer, faster to build, easier to scale, and—most importantly—repeatable.

The Day the Fighting Cocks Died: How West Point Traded the Warrior Ethos for Political Safety

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That was 1967. Vietnam was raging. Cadets were not being groomed for cable news panels or Senate confirmation hearings. They were being prepared for jungles, rice paddies, ambushes, and body counts. Humor, especially gallows humor, wasn’t a problem to be solved—it was a survival mechanism. The name “Fighting Cocks” wasn’t vulgar to them; it was irreverent, aggressive, and just juvenile enough to signal that these were young men who understood they were not being trained for polite society. They were being trained for war.

Educated to Destroy: The Rise of the College-Trained Wrecking Class

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For decades, political science was the academic punchline—the major you picked when calculus broke you, engineering filtered you out, and chemistry made you cry. Everyone knew the line: If you can’t do anything else, go poli-sci. Parents nodded approvingly because “college is good for you,” administrators cashed tuition checks, and students emerged four years later fluent in theory, jargon, and grievance—but functionally incapable of building, fixing, or running anything in the real world. What no one admitted at the time was that political science didn’t just produce underemployed graduates; it quietly trained a generation in how to dismantle systems they never understood and could never rebuild.

NRA 2.0 or Collapse: The $160 Million Lawsuit and the Price of Division

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A house divided cannot stand. Right now, the National Rifle Association is living that proverb in real time, and it’s painful to watch—because for generations the NRA wasn’t just an organization. It was the standard-bearer. The steward. The institution that most Americans, whether they owned a firearm or not, understood as the big dog in the fight over the Second Amendment.

Loud Guitars, Sharp Broadheads: Why Ted Nugent Still Matters to Michigan Hunters

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There are rock stars… and then there are Michigan rock stars—the kind forged in cold air, hard miles, deer sign, and a stubborn refusal to apologize for loving the outdoors. Ted Nugent is that kind of animal.

Hollywood Is Finally Telling Us the Truth: We Are Not Alone.

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For decades, the official story was simple: UFOs weren’t real, and anyone who said otherwise was either confused, lying, or needed to spend less time staring at the sky and more time paying their taxes. “Swamp gas.” “Weather balloons.” “Venus.” “Camera artifacts.” The script never changed—only the excuse did. But while the grown-ups in government played dumb and the media treated the subject like a late-night punchline, Hollywood kept doing something far more dangerous: it kept normalizing the idea that we are not alone.

Anus and Genital Rashes: Fox News, Big Pharma, and the Breakfast-Time

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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?

The progressive ‘urbanists’ just don’t quite understand things

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I will admit to being something of a very amateur architecture aficionado; I love great looking homes, even though I’m in no position to afford one for our family. I follow people like Coby — “Working on creating better, more beautiful places to live in. Developer, Writer, Urbanist, Professor, Optimist. Check out my writing below!” …

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