Eric Swalwell – The Next Useful Idiot Sacrifice
I find it hysterical that an avowed collectivist such as Eric Swalwell, didn’t understand how collectivism works. Perhaps that’s another illustration of his limited mental acuity.
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I find it hysterical that an avowed collectivist such as Eric Swalwell, didn’t understand how collectivism works. Perhaps that’s another illustration of his limited mental acuity.
Spring has sprung, the showers have begun, and my attitude is glum. It’s tax time. I’ve procrastinated for over three months, but April 15 is approaching, and I’m in a foul mood.
There’s one thing the Democrat party can’t allow. It’s their kryptonite – transparency. The moment 50 percent of the voters learn the Dems are a crime family rather than a political party, their electoral prospects will dim substantially.
Thanks to our schools skipping world history to ensure the kiddies have enough bandwidth to memorize the new pronoun dictionary, it seems like we’re going to give communism another test drive.
Kosovo in 1999 we ended up creating what we called the Joint Visitors Bureau (JVB). I was a 1LT serving as aide-de-camp to the commander, and one of the first things you learn in that job is that warfighting sometimes takes a back seat to something far more dangerous: VIP visits.
A couple years ago, when ChatGPT first exploded onto the scene, I was teaching at a Christian school. My philosophy with technology has always been simple: learn it before you fear it. Every major technological shift in history has followed the same pattern—first confusion, then panic, then acceptance once people realize it’s not going away. So I did what teachers are supposed to do. I explained the technology to my students.
Today’s extinction event probably doesn’t arrive in a missile silo. It arrives in a mislabeled vial, a shipping manifest error, a warehouse with 1,000 genetically modified mice, or a “harmless research sample” that accidentally skipped customs paperwork.
There was a time in America when you could punch your Army captain, skip town, grow a beard, head west, and become “Samuel Whitaker, cattleman and church deacon.” Today? You can’t change your Instagram handle without a two-factor authentication code, three archived screenshots, and your ex forwarding it to your employer.
If you grew up on Austin Powers, you remember the joke. Dr. Evil didn’t want nukes. He didn’t want tanks. He wanted lasers. The audience laughed because lasers were cinematic nonsense. Fast forward to 2026 and Israel is fielding the Iron Beam, and the U.S. military has ship-mounted and vehicle-mounted high-energy laser systems actively burning small threats out of the sky. Turns out Dr. Evil was just early.
For generations, deer hunting has been woven into Michigan’s identity. Opening day used to look like a state holiday. Orange jackets in diners at 4 a.m., rifles leaning in pickup trucks, kids learning from their dads and grandfathers that hunting wasn’t just about venison—it was about discipline, stewardship, and tradition. But if you look at the numbers today, something has gone badly wrong. The Michigan Department of Natural Resources has spent decades regulating, restricting, tweaking, and “managing” the deer herd, yet the results speak for themselves: declining harvests, shrinking hunter participation, and a system so tangled that it now struggles to produce enough hunters to even keep the herd under control.
For many Americans, the story is simple. Saddam Hussein gassed the Kurds in the 1980s—most infamously at Halabja. They suffered horribly. When the United States eventually removed Saddam from power in 2003, the Kurds were portrayed as natural allies: brave fighters, pro-Western, reliable partners in a messy region.
If NATO ever needs a real-world case study in territorial conflict, dominance hierarchies, and cold-weather logistics, they can skip the war colleges and simply hang a bird feeder in northeastern Michigan. Within hours, it becomes a contested supply hub. Within days, a full-blown squirrel conflict emerges—predictable, ruthless, and strangely educational.
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.
Just as California looked like it was going to collapse under the fiscal strain of Gavin Newsom’s hair care budget, they discovered an economic “magic bullet” – the thing that will balance the state’s books from now to eternity. They’ll make the rich pay their fair share, all 214 of them.
According to a recent CBS News survey, a bipartisan majority of Americans would prefer that ICE use less harsh tactics in the enforcement of federal immigration laws. Being ever responsive to the wishes of Americans – so long as Americans wish the Democrats to remain in power – Senator Chuck “The Grillmaster” Schumer is thinking about a repeat of “shutdown theater.”
There’s a very real chance that a few UICs may be sentenced under the Klu Klux Klan Act, for illegally aiding and abetting slavers, while railing about the injustice of white privilege.
They tell you baiting bans are about “science.” They say it’s about “wildlife health.” They deliver it in that soothing government voice that always means, “We’re here to help… ourselves.”
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.
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?