Greg Gregory

Reagan conservative. #GoCoogs, Trader, Texan by choice. “The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule” H.L. Mencken

[jim iuorio @jimiuorio]

This is the concept that so many cannot comprehend…but it’s true

[Promethean Action @PrometheanActn]

"I don't believe we have a cruel choice." — Kevin Warsh

With one line, the new Fed Chair buried a core rule of the British imperial system. Here's what's replacing it. 👇

[Chris Martz @ChrisMartzWX]

What I hate most about the climate cult is that when there is a cold day or week and skeptics say (often jokingly) that “global warming is a hoax,” alarmists will scold them, saying that “weather isn’t climate; don’t confuse long-term climate with short-term temperature fluctuations.”

But as soon as there is a heatwave or a hot day somewhere, all of a sudden the alarmists yell “See?! This is proof of climate change!! Ban fossil fuels now!”

Weather isn’t climate, except for when it is convenient for their narrative.

I do not have enough words or emotions to express how much I hate these hypocritical pieces of crap.

[Art @ZarkFiles]

Communism through (my) ages:
1) When I was 15, a teacher told me "It isn't as bad as they say, and makes a lot of sense."
2) At about 19, college friends, "Socialism isn't communism."
3) At 20, on meeting my grandfather-in-law, "They are evil. We escaped in 1949."
4) At 30, "China is a wonderful developing Democracy"
5) At 35, I was sent to communist China on business. It was a crowded, smelly, dirty, factory of despair and hopelessness. This I saw with my own eyes.
6) At 36, "China doesn't count. Successful socialism is in northern Europe."
7) I moved to northern Europe when I was 40. It was much nicer than China, but also felt like I was living in the past. I had to wait 6 months for a hernia operation.
8) When I was about 45, the migrant crisis began. The socialist/globalist/pacifist allowed them entry into every country, regardless how many crimes they committed along the way. Just 20 minutes from my house, in Calais, I was shocked to see migrants jumping onto trucks, breaking open the doors, scattering the contents across the highway, then climbing in. They went through the Chunnel and got out in England.
9) At 52, the soft socialism around me had transformed into globalism. I was told I had to call people by their preferred pronouns, though it was a lie, and even if I didn't know what the preferences were. I quit.
10) I returned to the US, and am now 60. "Socialism" is no longer a dirty word here. People openly espouse the virtues of it. Politicians run as socialists and win.

Socialism has taken many forms, from the Bolshevism of Russia, to the CCP in China, the Nazis in Germany, Fascists in Italy, and the many forms of it found in Latin America. It is one of the two most destructive ideologies on earth. It is designed to deprive, despirit, and murder everything that comes in contact with it.

Socialism is a great lie at every level. It helps no one, not even those who benefit the most. This is because the cost is the imposition of one's will on everyone else, and that destroys the soul of the usurper and the life of the oppressed.

Socialism always fails on its own, but only after destroying almost everything in its train. It can also be conquered. Those are the options.

[Lara Logan @laralogan]

With respect, every journalist needs to read these documents. Americans deserve the whole truth. Not the lies they have been fed.

[jim iuorio @jimiuorio]

If any politician successfully cuts my SS by one dollar I will gladly spend 100k to get them voted out…none of this is negotiable…

[C3 @C_3C_3]

The increase in the term “White Supremacy” used by the Media…

From 2010-2020:

LA Times: 9749%
New York Times: 2969%
Washington Post: 6778%
Wall Street Journal: 1691%

None of it was organic.

White Supremacy was a Leftist creation.

All manufactured to push anti-white racism.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

A Chipotle in Los Angeles at twelve fifteen on a Tuesday. The line moved like a small disciplined army. I joined it.

"Hey! Welcome in!"

The young woman behind the steel pans, name tag JESSICA, smiled at me as if she had known me for years.

I had never been here before. I stood very still.

"...You know me?"

"...No?"

"Then your greeting is for a stranger."

"That's just how we say hi here. No big deal."

"In my country, this would be the greeting of a sister-in-law."

Jessica laughed once, very kindly. "I'll take that as a compliment. What can I get for you?"

"...You will take it as a compliment."

"...Yes?"

"Then we are, for the purposes of this lunch, related by marriage."

"...Sure, brother-in-law. What's the order?"

The young woman behind me leaned over to her friend and whispered "we are absolutely staying for this." The friend pulled out her phone.

I bowed slightly to the friend's phone, in advance, for the recording she was about to make. A samurai who is being recorded is a samurai who has been given a duty to history. I would not let history down.

Jessica had eight tongs, four ladles, and one calm voice.

"Bowl, burrito, tacos, or salad?"

I had not been asked to make this kind of decision since I had picked a sword at fifteen.

"...The bowl. The bowl is closest to a tea bowl. I will honor my ancestors."

"Beautiful. Rice? White or brown?"

"...The white. White is the color of the sword's edge."

"Black or pinto beans?"

"...Black. Black is the color of the warrior at night."

"Chicken, steak, carnitas, barbacoa, sofritas?"

I paused.

The friend with the phone moved one step closer.

"Jessica," I said, after my pause. "Which meat was raised with the most dignity?"

Jessica considered this with real seriousness, which I respected. She did not laugh. She did not roll her eyes. She put down one of her tongs, just so she could think with two free hands.

"Honestly, sir, all of them are raised pretty well. Our carnitas is the most traditional, though."

"Then the carnitas. The word ends in a sound that asks for nothing back."

"Cool. Mild, medium, hot, or corn salsa?"

"...All four."

"All four?"

"Only a man who carries all his enemies at once is at peace with each one."

The friend behind me whispered "oh my god this is gold." The young woman next to her crossed herself, then immediately giggled at having crossed herself.

"Cheese? Sour cream? Lettuce? Guac?"

"Yes. To all."

"Guac is extra, sir."

"Then it is the most honorable."

"...That is also a beautiful way to look at it."

"Jessica."

"Yes?"

"You have not once, in this entire transaction, made me feel foolish."

"That's because you're paying me, sir."

"...That is the most honest thing anyone has said to me in America."

Jessica laughed. Behind me, eleven people in a line laughed. The friend with the phone laughed so hard she had to pause her recording.

I turned, and bowed deeply, once, to the entire line.

"Forgive me. A man choosing his armor cannot be rushed."

A man in a Lakers jersey gave a small grin and said "you're good, bro." I have no firm grasp of what this phrase means in his country, but I chose to take it as a blessing. A samurai accepts blessings even when their grammar is unclear.

I turned back to Jessica.

"One more question, Jessica."

"Yes, brother-in-law?"

I almost dropped my bowl.

She had remembered.

"...I withdraw my question."

"Cool. Twelve seventy-two."

"...Twelve seventy-two what?"

"Dollars, sir."

"...You have priced my armor at twelve dollars and seventy-two cents."

"With tax."

"That is the most generous war ever waged on a man."

I paid. I did not flinch.

The bowl arrived. It had the weight of a small helmet. I carried it to a corner table with both hands and set it down with respect.

I had been inside the building for eleven minutes. I had answered eleven questions. I had made twelve choices. I had become a man whose lunch could be described in a sentence so long it required punctuation.

I dug in from the side, taking a little of each layer at once, the way you cut into a banner to learn what colors it carries.

It was warm and bright and sour and rich, and I would like to be honest with you again: I made a small involuntary noise.

A child two tables over heard it, and laughed.

I did not mind. I bowed to him, from my seat. A samurai laughed at, while eating, is a samurai understood.

When I finished, Jessica passed by my table on her way to the trash can with someone else's tray.

"You good, sir?"

"...The carnitas was indeed the most honorable."

"I'll tell the kitchen."

At the door on my way out, she waved at me like I was leaving home.

"See you next time!"

"...You will see me again?"

"You're coming back, right?"

I stopped.

I turned to the line, which had grown by three more people while I had been eating.

I bowed once, in advance, to the new arrivals.

"Tomorrow," I told them. "I will arrive twelve minutes early. I will know my rice, my bean, my meat, my four salsas, and my guacamole, which is the most honorable choice and worth its extra fee. I will hold up no one."

The Lakers man, who was apparently still in the line, gave me a thumbs up. The friend with the phone stopped filming and waved. Two of the new arrivals waved back at me as if I were a soldier shipping out.

A small child being held by her mother said, very clearly, "bye samurai," even though no one had told her I was one.

I bowed to the child, deeply, the way one bows only to children and emperors.

I stepped into the parking lot.

A samurai chooses his armor slowly the first time. He chooses it once, and then he wears it for the rest of his life. Tomorrow, I will not be slow. Tomorrow, I will be the man Jessica recognized at the door, the man whose lunch can be ordered in a single breath.

A samurai gets faster not by hurrying, but by knowing.

I am not yet that man. But I will be, by twelve fifteen tomorrow.

Estela has her dance. Thomas has his cart. Jessica has her line. And I, I have my bowl, my black bean, my carnitas, my four salsas, my guac. From tomorrow forward, this is the litany. From tomorrow forward, I am a regular.

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

My son,

One day, when you're older, you will come across this post and this video of the two of us walking up into the mountains.

I hope you watch it more than once.

We always begin the same way. You go bounding off ahead, certain the whole mountain belongs to you, and for a little while it does.

Then the path gets steep.

The air gets thinner and your legs get tired.

You stop, you turn, and you look back at me and say: Dad, is the view really worth it?

I will tell you a secret.

I ask myself the same question.

I'm climbing my own mountains you can't see yet, fighting things I hope you never have to fight, and some days the weight of it all feels like more than I can carry.

Mom and I both put on a brave face, but it isn't always brave underneath.

There are mornings I feel I am carrying the whole mountain rather than walking up it.

But that's not a flaw in you or me, it just is what the journey is.

You will meet climbs that burn your legs, there will be days when every step asks more than you think you have, and there will be MANY MANY times when turning back seems the only sensible thing thing to do

...don't be ashamed of wanting to.

Everyone wants to turn back.

But WANTING to turn back, and not doing it... well my son, that is the stuff strength is made of.

There will be days when everything feels uphill. When the world feels unfair, and you’ll wonder why it has to be so hard.

The summit will never stoop to meet you and the path cannot be talked into being shorter.

What changes... what is changing in you even now while you're reading this, and especially on days that feel like nothing but insane amount of work and heartache...

...is YOU.

You are the thing that grows.

The world stays gloriously, stubbornly large, and you rise to meet it.

So climb.

Not because it is easy, but because you were made for the climbing.

And when at last you stand in the high place with the wind in your face and the whole green country spread beneath you, you will understand something that cannot be told to a man but only shown to him: that every aching step was a kind of payment, and the view was the thing it had been buying all along.

It will not feel like a reward.

It will feel like coming home to a country you have never been to, and somehow always missed.

I will be there.

Lower on the trail by then, most likely.

Slower. Catching my breath against a stone.

But I will be watching you go up, and there will be no prouder man on the entire freaking mountain than me... the man who is proud of the boy who simply will not stop putting one foot in front of the other.

Keep climbing, son.

I am always on the trail.

I love you,
Dad

[Eric W. @EWess92]

Definitely add former DOGE and @ENERGY official Seth Cohen to your "must-follow" list!

[Andrew Zywiec, M.D. @AndrewZywiecMD]

No matter where you stand on things, this should not be controversial.

I spent 15 years becoming a doctor. Blue collar white kid, from a lower middle class family, first to graduate college.

Attended Ohio State biology and chemistry, magna cum laude, near perfect GPA, research, publications, tutoring, sports, awards, volunteering, the works. Trained at USC Keck in neuroscience; publications, textbook writing, awards. Medical doctorate at SGU. Cum laude. Senior research award. Commendation medal. Taught for the boards.

And I lost EVERYTHING because I don't believe in forced vaccines and child mutilation. And I stood on conviction vocally, knowing it would end my career.

If you believe this is OK, you're on the wrong side of everything.

[Lara Logan @laralogan]

This is 100 percent correct. And why I said what I said when I was asked during Covid on Fox News, “Fauci says he is science and if you criticize him you are criticizing science, what do you say? “

My response was: “A lot of doctors and people I speak to do not see it that way, they see him more as Dr Mengele, the doctor of death from the Nazi concentration camps”.

For that I was cancelled by Fox News where I was in the midst of contract negotiations & had a very successful show in Fox Nation: “The Rest of the Story with Lara Logan”. I had been a regular guest on most of their shows & many people thought I already worked there but I was not paid for any of that & not employed by Fox. Up to then I had done my Fox Nation show through a modest production company but I was so successful, Fox News was going to employ me for the first time. Someone made sure that did not happen - not because I was wrong, it was because I was telling the truth.

And powerful people once again did not want that.

[Lara Logan @laralogan]

Operatives - not journalists.

[Died Suddenly @DiedSuddenly_]

Florida Surgeon General Joseph Ladapo has officially removed ALL vaccine mandates in Florida.

“Every last one is wrong and drips with disdain and slavery. Who am I to tell you what to put in your body? Or what your child should put in theirs? Your body is a gift from God.”

This is real leadership. This is medical Freedom.

[Gad Saad @GadSaad]

People are astoundingly stupid. My comments about the departure tax is not that I should be treated differently from anyone else. I am making a point about the extent to which taxes are confiscatory. As I have previously explained, there was a time when ZERO cents of income tax were levied in Canada and the US. Then bit by bit, that "temporary" measure, to be applied to only a few, and at a very low percentage rate of your income, becomes a mammoth monster that takes more than 50% of your earnings. It can occur because there are no repercussions if governments do not balance their budgets (other than voting them out). Hence, what starts off as a small temporary tax on a few becomes an existential theft that is orders of magnitude larger than the so-called illegal extortion tax of the Mafia. It can exist only because the great majority of people BENEFIT from this form of parasitic taxation. But someone has to pay for everyone else, and when you are that someone, you are not necessarily pleased to be funding the ultimate Ponzi scheme. I'm making a moral, philosophical, and ethical argument. It's not just about me.

[Lara Logan @laralogan]

Texas Roadhouse. Apparently New Yorkers should give it a whirl. They might be less condescending and dismissive of millions of Americans.

[Adam Carolla @adamcarolla]

They would be reporting on themselves

[Dr. Maalouf ‏ @realMaalouf]

Reminder: the Crusades were a response to over 400 years of Islamic aggression against Christians and Europe.

632: Muhammad dies.

635: Muslims conquer the Christian city of Damascus.

636: Muslims conquer the Christian city of Antioch.

637: Muslims conquer the Holy Land.

639: Muslims conquer the first Christian country Armenia.

641: Muslims conquer the Coptic Christian country of Egypt.

650: Muslim armies reach southern Italy and Cyprus, taking thousands of captives as "slaves" and "concubines."

711: Muslims invade Spain, and by 715, they have overrun most of it.

717: Muslims besiege Constantinople but are repelled.

730: Muslims invade France, only to be stopped by Charles Martel at the Battle of Tours.

792: The ruler of Al-Andalus calls for the invasion of France, and Muslim armies are assembled to attack it again, but they are repelled.

827: Muslims invade Sicily and Italy, persecuting monks. Sicily remains under Islamic rule until 1092.

846: Muslims invade Rome and force the Pope to pay tribute.

848: A third invasion of France occurs, and they are repelled for the third time.

909: Muslims occupy Sardinia.

937: The Church of the Holy Sepulcher is burned down by Muslims, and more churches in Jerusalem are destroyed.

1009: Destruction of the Church of the Resurrection in Jerusalem.

1012: Beginning of al-Hakim’s oppressive decrees against Christians.

1071: Turkish Muslims attack the Byzantines and occupy much of Anatolia.

1094: Byzantine emperor Alexios I Komnenos asks Western Christendom for help against Muslim Turkish invasions.

1095: Pope Urban II finally declares the First Crusade.

[🇺🇸 Kyle Bass 🇹🇼 @Jkylebass]

The irony is too rich to ignore. A piece lamenting that players made “a night meant for inclusion about something else entirely” …by simply writing Bible verses on their hats. Silently. On their own caps.

Let’s think about what “inclusion” apparently means here: everyone is welcome, celebrated, and affirmed…unless you’re a religious person expressing your faith quietly, in which case you’re a problem to be ridiculed by a major sports outlet.

The players weren’t protesting. They weren’t disrupting anything. They weren’t demanding anyone agree with them. They wrote scripture on their hats. That’s it. And yet the media framing treats this as an act of aggression against inclusion…while simultaneously being deeply exclusionary toward them.

This is the core contradiction The Chronicle can never seem to resolve: inclusion only seems to flow in one direction. Pride Night deserves full-throated coverage and moral endorsement. A Bible verse deserves a condescending op-ed.

If a reporter wrote a piece mocking players for putting an LGBTQ+ symbol on their cap, their career would be over by morning. The double standard isn’t subtle …it’s architectural.

True inclusion, by definition, has to include people of sincere religious faith. The moment The SF Chronicle decides that one group’s expression is a celebration and another’s is an embarrassment, they’ve stopped covering a story and started enforcing a cultural orthodoxy.

That’s not journalism…it’s a dress code.