Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
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.
If we’re going to call the AR the “Modern Sporting Rifle,” let’s stop pretending it should be chambered in something that looks like it came out of a Pez dispenser.
You’d think that the world’s most powerful military, with a budget larger than the GDP of some countries, could manage something as simple as a car pool. But no — welcome to the Department of Defense, where each branch guards its motor pool like it’s the nuclear launch codes.
Boy did they have Donald Trump good this time. After he racked up six months of solid victories—the border secured, tariff revenue pouring in, settling wars across the globe and demolishing Iran’s nuke program—Democrats finally had The Donald with their Acme Instant Epstein Scandal Ray Gun and Dog Whistle Decoder Ring.
Hillman, MI — The skies above Michigan this week resembled the inside of a Waffle House kitchen at 2 a.m., thanks to yet another aromatic delivery of Canadian wildfire smoke, generously exported from our friendly neighbors to the north.
Once again, Don Surber is back with his weekly highlights and acerbic wit, lampooning various and sundry leftists.
Net job gains/losses since January: American-born workers + 2,000,000; Foreign-born workers (-) 543,000…Americans are doing the jobs illegal aliens won’t do.
America: land of freedom, innovation, and baffling trailer ball sizes. We split the atom, landed on the moon, and built an internet where people argue about pineapple on pizza—but somehow, we still can’t agree on a standard trailer hitch ball.
In our postmodern culture, where individuality and self-expression reign supreme, history has become a neglected casualty. Take, for instance, the skyrocketing popularity of tattoos and piercings.
Rocks. In. My. Garden. Those demon-possessed geological freeloaders are multiplying faster than a college feminist studies major’s pronouns.
Well, folks, it finally happened. Some mad scientist in his garage just cracked the code, and now lightsabers are real. You heard that right—Jedi-level plasma blades, humming and slicing through anything in their path, are now a reality.
I receive a lot of remarks in the form of emails, private messages, obscene hand gestures, etc. There’s no way I could answer all comments individually. So occasionally, I compile commonly asked questions and answer them in this column.
Once upon a time, in the blissful simplicity of Eden, God gave Adam a straightforward task: name the animals. And Adam, being a practical man (and let’s be honest, not yet bogged down by bureaucracy), did exactly that
If you were an unlucky young man in Babylon, Persia, or China and got recruited for palace service, chances are your job orientation included a very sharp knife and a long recovery time.
The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm is a Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization. Today, Part 3: The Day America Accidentally Got Smart Again
The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm, A Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization;
Part 2: Welcome to Galtlantis—Where Smart People Hide From the Apocalypse
Released in 2006, Idiocracy is a dystopian comedy film directed by Mike Judge, co-written by Judge and Etan Cohen, and produced by 20th Century Fox.
In what may be the boldest immigration policy in U.S. history, former President Donald J. Trump has just signed Executive Order 1776, ordering the mass deportation of illegal immigrants to Australia—a plan he claims is “just a little historical throwback to the good old days of the British Empire.”
America has given the world some of its most beloved foods, and yet, when it comes to culinary prestige, we’re treated like the fast-food drive-thru of global cuisine.
The United States has a moral obligation to liberate Greenland from the icy grip of despair. Sure, the 56,000 Greenlanders don’t seem to be asking for help, but what do they know?