Fix the Service Academies
Something stinketh on The Plain above the Hudson. It’s Cultural Marxist black mold. A lot of institutional drywall must be ripped out to find all the rot.
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Something stinketh on The Plain above the Hudson. It’s Cultural Marxist black mold. A lot of institutional drywall must be ripped out to find all the rot.
On June 22nd, 2025, the United States and Israel attacked multiple Iranian nuclear facilities. The American attack, Operation Midnight Hammer, targeted three sites using submarine launched cruise missiles and B2 delivered MOAPs.
Helicopter moms? Bulldozer moms? Please. Douglas MacArthur had the original stealth bomber mom. While most West Point cadets sweated through inspections and hazing with nothing but their wits, MacArthur had his mother, Mary “Pinky” Hardy, living full-time at the Thayer Hotel, overlooking the Academy grounds.
“R-Day” is the day that each new class reports to become cadets. Kids come from all 50 states and certain allied countries to begin the crucible of Beast Barracks. Looking back, it is not all that much of a crucible compared to life, but it is enough to be transformative to 18-year old kids who have not yet lived life, or to 21-year old prior service sergeants who only think they have lived life up to that point.
It’s 2025, and somehow the U.S. Army is still doing it: jamming steel rods down the muzzles of rifles and pistols in the name of “safety.”
Once upon a time, the Army understood two things every Soldier needed in the field: nicotine and fire. Cigarettes were standard in rations for decades—until 1975, when someone in a suit decided “health concerns” mattered more than morale.
When I was in the U.S. Army in the 1960s, one of the most persistent exhortations from my superiors was: “The only good communist is a dead communist.”
The speaker was a grizzled, no-nonsense cavalry colonel—Vietnam combat vet, politically incorrect, and unapologetically old school. The briefing came with a bit of a disclaimer: attend at your own risk.
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
In, “Warped Speed,” retired Army Lieutenant Colonel Dave Cloft brings us a 12 part novella about how he sees one possible future of modern warfare. Today, Chapter 8: The Sanctuary
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
President Trump has ended five wars already this year. He’s doing what the UN and Europe cannot do because he knows the Art of the Deal.
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
A former Hollywood big name thinks America is “Abby-Normal” right now. I beg to disagree.
In, “Warped Speed,” retired Army Lieutenant Colonel Dave Cloft brings us a 12 part novella about how he sees one possible future of modern warfare. Today, Chapter 6: The Breach
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
In, “Warped Speed,” retired Army Lieutenant Colonel Dave Cloft brings us a 12 part novella about how he sees one possible future of modern warfare. Today, Chapter 5: Patterns in the Noise