Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
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?
You want a career with adventure? DHS can send you to “beautiful locations.” And by “beautiful locations,” I mean the kind of places where people scream in your face while filming you vertically like they’re making an audition tape for America’s Next Professional Victim.
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.
Have you ever had a cookout, where people spend so much time shooing flies away, it looks like a gathering of the hearing impaired? The pesky little critters don’t stop the picnic, but spend the day annoying the hell out of everyone – just like Lord of the Flies Jeb Boasberg and his merry swarm of judicial resistance pests.
I’ve wondered for years how our next civil war would start. In my wildest dreams, I did not expect the guy who’s highest priority is universal access to feminine hygiene products, to start it.
In the 1950’s, long before Arctic warfare became trendy again now in 2026 —before the think tanks rediscovered parkas and PowerPoint slides—the United States quietly built an entire nuclear city under the ice in Greenland. Not a base. Not a bunker. A city. With hallways, living quarters, electricity, plumbing, a chapel, and—because this is America—a big nuclear reactor.
Let’s stop pretending this is a seminar where everyone raises their hand and waits to be called on. The United States is the global hegemon. That’s not bravado; it’s the rebuilt operating system. When America “consults,” it’s being polite. When America decides, the rest of the world updates its talking points.
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.
Only the insane could think that battle victories in the war on drugs and the war on terrorism are bad things. Unfortunately, that is our national dilemma. Lunatics vote too.
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.
President Trump understands something that President Bush never did. Civility to one’s enemies, taken too far, becomes betrayal of one’s allies.
As the media belatedly notices the Somali taxpayer hustle in the land of 10,000 lakes, it has come to light that the state’s top law enforcement official, AG Ellison, is associated with the thieves.
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.
Here we go. New York City has decided to go full-on Bolshevik. The citizens of the Big Apple decided they wanted free stuff more than freedom.
Back before Gore-Tex, Thinsulate, and whatever synthetic miracle-fiber the tactical catalogs are pushing this year, real hunters marched into the November woods wrapped in wool—heavy, scratchy, bulletproof-to-the-cold wool.
Let’s be honest: this season is a pressure cooker disguised with twinkly lights. Credit cards get maxed out, travel is miserable, food is overpriced, and somehow every family expects you to teleport between states so you can sit at a table with your cousin who still thinks you “changed after high school.”