The “Boom Belt” is basically America’s new economic engine.
11 states:
Alabama
Arkansas
Florida
Georgia
Louisiana
Mississippi
North Carolina
Oklahoma
South Carolina
Tennessee
Texas
Together, these states would have the 3rd largest GDP in the world.
They’re responsible for around 70% of U.S. population growth and 57% of all new jobs.
They spent years calling the biolab story Russian propaganda, QAnon nonsense, and the ravings of a wine bar manager on Twitter who dared to overlay a map.
Mitt Romney called Tulsi treasonous for even raising it.
The media ran the full “swift and devastating takedown” package. Then came the 24-hour death reporting rules, the aerosolized drone payloads aimed at Russian cities, and the pathogen list that reads like a greatest hits of things you don’t want leaking out of a lab.
Now Tulsi, as outgoing DNI, drops the declassified receipts: over 120 U.S.-funded biolabs in more than 30 countries, hazardous pathogens, gain-of-function work with almost no oversight, and a long trail of officials who lied about it while threatening anyone who noticed. The same people who spent four years screaming “disinformation” are suddenly very quiet.
At the same time, the U.S. is pulling F-15s, maritime patrol aircraft, tankers, a missile submarine, an aircraft carrier group, and two bomber squadrons out of Europe. Not rhetoric. Actual force posture reduction.
One story hands Moscow the diplomatic receipts they were mocked for wanting. The other shows Washington is already repositioning. That’s not coincidence. That’s the old Ukraine script cracking in two places at once.
The people who insisted the entire topic was crazy are now watching the posture follow the facts they spent years burying.
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In 1919 a New York physician got so fed up with watching his patients get worse that he went to a museum to ask the dead for advice.
His name was Blake Donaldson. He had a practice full of people who were overweight, ill, and getting steadily worse no matter what the medicine of the day threw at them, and he had run clean out of ideas. So he walked into the American Museum of Natural History, found the anthropologists, and asked them the question no respectable doctor was supposed to ask. What did healthy humans actually eat before all of this?
They showed him the skulls. Ancient ones. Pre-agricultural ones. And the teeth stopped him in his tracks. No decay. No crowding. No abscesses. Rows of clean, strong, untroubled teeth belonging to people who had never met a dentist, a toothbrush, or a sack of flour. The anthropologists told him about the Plains hunters who lived on buffalo, and about pemmican, the dense brick of dried meat and rendered fat that carried men through a North American winter on next to nothing else.
Donaldson went back to his surgery and did something that would get a modern doctor hauled in front of a committee. He put his patients on meat.
Fat meat, specifically. Roughly six ounces of lean with two ounces of visible fat, three times a day, from beef or lamb. Coffee. Water. That was the prescription. He stripped out what he called the worst offenders, the flour and the sugar and the sweet milk, and he watched what happened.
What happened was they got better. The weight came off without hunger, because he insisted they eat enough and eat often. The blood pressure settled. The gallstones, the migraines, the aching joints, the sour stomachs, the whole catalogue of modern complaints he had been failing to shift for years began, quietly, to resolve. He kept going. By the end he had run something like seventeen thousand patients through this regime over roughly forty years, which is a working lifetime of evidence rather than a passing fad.
He wrote it down in a book called Strong Medicine in 1961.
The establishment's response was swift and familiar. One prominent figure pronounced the book hardly scientific. Another filed Donaldson under food faddism and implied he had simply forgotten whatever he once knew about nutrition. A man with forty years of patient outcomes was waved off by people armed with a theory and a grievance, and the profession moved smoothly on to the low-fat advice that has served us so brilliantly ever since.
He was not a guru and never pretended to be one. He thought he was just copying what those museum skulls had been quietly demonstrating for ten thousand years, which is about the most honest thing a doctor has ever said about diet.
The book is still in print. The skulls are still in the case. And the advice that buried him is still printed on the side of the cereal box.
🚨 BIG PHARMA’S CHOLESTEROL LIE IS KILLING YOUR BRAIN
40 years ago a cholesterol level of 300 was perfectly fine.
Today they scream if you go over 190… and shove you on meds immediately. They have done this to me.
The side effects?
Alzheimer’s. Dementia. Muscle wasting. Memory loss.
And now they’ve added breast cancer — because your sex hormones are made from cholesterol.
The Framingham Heart Study spent 40 years trying to prove cholesterol causes heart disease… and still hasn’t.
Here’s why: Your brain is the fattiest organ in your body and it loves cholesterol as fuel. Starve it and you’re begging for disaster.
Barbara O’Neill drops the bomb: If you’re on cholesterol-lowering drugs, you can stop immediately. One side effect? Your memory may actually return.
This isn’t advice — it’s what they don’t want you to know.
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84 years ago today, a pilot running out of fuel made a decision that won the Pacific War. Most Americans have never heard his name.
June 4, 1942. Six months after Pearl Harbor, Japan's navy is undefeated. Four of the carriers that burned Pearl, Akagi, Kaga, Soryu, and Hiryu, are steaming toward Midway to finish off the US Pacific Fleet.
At 7:52 AM, Wade McClusky launches from USS Enterprise leading 32 Dauntless dive bombers. Here's the detail nobody mentions: McClusky is a fighter pilot. He'd been given the air group weeks earlier and had barely flown a dive bomber in combat. Now he's leading every SBD the Enterprise has at the most important target in the Pacific.
9:20 AM. He arrives at the intercept point where the Japanese fleet is supposed to be.
Empty ocean. Nothing for miles.
The Japanese had turned. Nobody knew where. And now McClusky owns the worst math problem in naval aviation: his fuel is bleeding away, and every minute he keeps searching, he condemns more of his own pilots to ditch in open water where nobody will find them.
Doctrine is clear. Turn back.
McClusky keeps going. He works a search pattern, squeezing miles out of dying fuel tanks.
9:55 AM. Far below, a single Japanese destroyer is cutting a white scar across the ocean at flank speed. It's the Arashi, racing to rejoin the fleet after depth-charging the American submarine Nautilus. Think about that. A failed sub attack is about to give away the entire Japanese navy.
McClusky reads the wake like an arrow and follows it.
10:02 AM. The horizon fills with the entire Japanese strike force. Four carriers, their decks crammed with planes being refueled and rearmed. Fuel lines snaking everywhere. Bombs stacked in the open.
And here's the miracle: the sky above them is empty. Minutes earlier, American torpedo squadrons had attacked at sea level and been annihilated. Torpedo 8 lost all 15 planes. One survivor, Ensign George Gay, watched what came next while hiding under his seat cushion in the water. Those doomed pilots dragged every Japanese fighter down to the waves. The door upstairs was wide open.
10:22 AM. McClusky pushes over from 14,500 feet. Both squadrons follow him down onto Kaga. It's actually a mistake, doctrine said split the targets, but Lt. Dick Best catches it mid-dive, pulls out with two wingmen, and goes after Akagi alone. His single bomb pierces the flight deck into the packed hangar. It's enough.
By 10:28, Kaga, Akagi, and Soryu, the third hit simultaneously by Yorktown's bombers, are floating infernos. Six minutes. Three carriers that attacked Pearl Harbor, gone. Hiryu follows them to the bottom that evening.
The cost of McClusky's gamble was real. Many Enterprise bombers never made it home, some shot down, others swallowed by the sea when their tanks ran dry. McClusky himself was jumped by two Zeros on the way out, took five bullets through his shoulder, and still flew his shot-up Dauntless back to the Enterprise.
Admiral Nimitz said McClusky's decision "decided the fate of our carrier task force and our forces at Midway." Japan never won another major battle.
One borrowed pilot. One destroyer's wake. One choice to keep flying when every gauge said go home.
This is a very good piece. Clay is a good, well intentioned man. He's not hard enough on the Losertarian generals he names @ComicDaveSmith@ThomasEWoods@LibertyLockPod
That's my job.
These people, like @RepThomasMassie and @mtgreenee, and the rest of the "True MAGA" crowd are nothing but agent provocateurs at this point.
They aren't voices for change... they are the pied pipers to lead you right back to the level of control Davos and London exerted before any of them had jobs.
Before anyone knew their names. Before they wasted anyone's time.
Because when the time came to jump on board and move the ball forward, to fight the real enemy, make real durable change...
They went into opposition. They broke bread with literal Communists who would kill their children as soon as look at them for having been anything like MAGA.
Lolbertardians like these people don't believe in anything. They have no ethos. They are 'against' oppression. They are 'pro-liberty' but what does that mean? How do you build it. How does ethos become telos?
We have the answer... 50+ years of not bringing anyone along for the ride. Endless purity spiraling. Endless ideological possession.
Tom Woods says he's further to the right of Pat Buchanan. Pat built something that scared the establishment. So, the further you go in one direction the more you look like the other side.
And the smaller the movement you build.
When I spoke at the Mises Donor Conference (the speech no one saw) and I hit the part where I made the argument that we'd grown stale, I made them look at themselves hard... saying that if we're honest with ourselves that this strategy is working, sixteen years after Ron Paul took down Rudy Guiliani, there would be 2000 people in this room, not 200.
Tom Woods makes a comfortable living being Tom Woods.
Dave Smith makes a comfortable living being Dave Smith
Clint Russell makes a comfortable living being Clint Russell.
The LP adopted my slogan "Be Ungovernable" for their 2024 convention model, and none of them knew where it came from.
Ages ago, my first college roommate, a conservative from Sarasota, said to the politically ignorant me that libertarians were proof positive the political spectrum is a circle not a line.
He was right. They are just permanent revolutionaries uninterested in building anything. And that's why they are not only a laughable political force with delusions of adequacy they are mean, spiteful little men who destroy every good thing they touch....
Communists don't build anything. All they do is critique what is to justify the violence in their hearts.
QED