The Night the Lights Went out in Alabama
The electricity went out. I don’t know why it happened. It wasn’t storming. The weather was nice. All I know is I was watching TV when the lamps suddenly flickered and died. And that was that.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
The electricity went out. I don’t know why it happened. It wasn’t storming. The weather was nice. All I know is I was watching TV when the lamps suddenly flickered and died. And that was that.
The Ukrainian drone attack that wiped out one third more or less, of Putin’s far flung strategic bomber force, and maybe a submarine or two at quayside, while thrilling in its audacity and satisfying in its results, is not really anything new.
The reason the media cannot control the news—cannot make it out to be a local story—is Twitter. Elon Musk bought it and brought it out of control by the U.S. government and communist employees at a censorious social media outlet.
IP and technology theft by Chinese entities is ongoing and pervasive. The communists understand the benefits of short-circuiting development costs by incorporating stolen IP and patented technologies.
I have frequently said that if Donald Trump walked on water, the left would complain that he stepped on and injured some fish. If President Trump cured cancer, the left would combitch that he was putting doctors and nurses out of work. The tweet screen captured to the left — I always screen capture tweets …
When I read the media whining about their First Amendment rights, I remember this: They all cheered when Twitter censored President Trump.
The U.S. government’s computer systems are rapidly decaying relics — a patchwork of incompatible systems, outdated computing languages, and decades-old hardware.
Imagine a nation burning while its citizens roast marshmallows over the flames, phones in hand, giggling at what a Kardashian had for lunch. That’s America in 2025—Rome with better Wi-Fi and worse priorities.
The story is about an associate commissioner in the bowels of the Social Security administration refusing to do his job because he is part of a mutinous glob of lifer government employees trying to sabotage Trump’s second presidency.
Imagine you’re at a family barbecue, flipping burgers, when your conspiracy-loving uncle asks, “So, do you think quantum mechanics proves time travel is real?” This is your moment. You sip your drink, smirk knowingly, and say, “Well, that depends on whether you believe the universe plays dice or bends like a yoga instructor.”
Last week, The Atlantic published an explosive report claiming that its editor-in-chief, Jeffrey Goldberg, was invited to a “Principals Committee (PC) Small Group” discussion on Signal, where Cabinet officials discussed plans to strike the Houthi rebels in Yemen. Sensitive details—including the iconic who, what, where, when, and how of military operations—were publicly disclosed.
I remember my first cellphone. I felt like one bad hombre.
I was in my mid-20s. The cellphone retail salesperson outfitted me with a state-of-the-age phone about the size of a residential General Electric refrigerator.
In a shocking turn of events, a growing number of previously engaged citizens are calmly stepping away from the flaming dumpster fire of American politics.
Imagine this: you live a peaceful, self-sufficient life. You raise livestock, grow food, worship freely, and ride a horse-drawn buggy into town for flour and fence nails. You don’t own a smartphone -Then one day, the Canadian federal government says, “Download this app or we’re putting a lien on your farm.”
It is my third week without a smartphone. Twenty-one days ago, I purchased a Japanese “dumb” phone with the same high-tech functionality of coleslaw.
The American industrial base has withered significantly over the last 4 or 5 decades, and especially in the last 20 years.
Mr. Pete Buttigieg seems to think he can criticize his successor who’s been on duty less than four weeks. Sir, where were you for the last four years?
I bought a flip phone. One without a camera or a touchscreen. Without AI, facial recognition, video chatting, GPS, or the ability to flush my toilet from the other room. It’s a “stupid” phone. A device with the same level of intelligence as a member of Congress.
The roots of ham radio date back to the early 1900s, when hobbyists first started experimenting with wireless communication. By 1912, the United States had set licensing requirements for amateur operators, and the community of hams grew quickly.
However, the humble snowshoe, a device as ancient as humanity’s struggle with winter, deserves a place in any pantheon of transformative inventions.