Dr. Jennifer Simmons is a fellowship-trained breast surgeon who comes from a breast cancer family, became a doctor to prevent what her family suffered, and at 46 heard the words herself. It was only then, she says, that she could take off the blinders and ask whether how medicine was treating breast cancer was correct. Her answer is no.
The Cochrane Collaboration examined data from a Swedish trial involving more than 600,000 women, in which all participants had equal access to the same care.
The exact same number of women died of breast cancer whether they screened with a mammogram or not. Mammogram creates lead time bias, moving the diagnosis earlier without extending life. A woman who would have felt a lump at 65 and died at 70 instead gets diagnosed at 60 and still dies at 70. Her survival looks doubled on paper, but she didn't live a day longer than she would have had it not been for the mammogram.
The second problem is overdiagnosis: between 20 and 50% of the time, mammogram identifies cancers that are biologically inactive and would never have caused disease or death over a lifetime. Autopsy studies of women who died of other causes between ages 20 and 50 consistently find microscopic evidence of cancer in breast tissue in roughly 1 in 5 women.
These women didn't have breast cancer. Of the 4 million breast cancer survivors currently in the US population, Simmons estimates approximately 1.3 million were overdiagnosed and treated unnecessarily, with surgeries, mastectomies, chemotherapy, radiation, and the cardiovascular, neurological, and psychological consequences that follow.
The American College of Physicians stated in April 2026 in the Annals of Internal Medicine that at any age, there is no survival advantage to screening with mammogram.
Simmons founded Perfection Imaging and opened the first independent center using the CUTI, a circumferential sound wave technology that creates a true 3D breast reconstruction without radiation, without compression, and without pain. It received FDA clearance in 2023.
She is also screening tears for inflammatory precursors of breast cancer, identifying biological risk before anything would appear on any imaging. Her book is The Smart Woman’s Guide to Breast Cancer. Her website is https://t.co/YixKCUfzfw. She is at @DrJenSimmons on social media.
The City of Ottumwa, Iowa, opened its Tuesday evening council meeting with a shocking invocation addressed to the “dark father” and ending with the declaration, “Hail Satan.”
When Hurricane Katrina drowned New Orleans in 2005, the federal government froze.
FEMA had no plan. Bureaucrats demanded forms. Police blocked roads.
You know who saved thousands of Americans?
A bunch of duck hunters with beer bellies and pickup trucks from the Louisiana swamps.
They called themselves the “Cajun Navy.”
Eighty percent of New Orleans was submerged under fifteen feet of toxic, sewage-filled water.
Thousands of elderly people and children were baking on rooftops in 95-degree heat, screaming for help that wasn't coming.
Officials were issuing warnings: “Do not enter. Unsafe. You don't have authorization.”
Down in the bayous of Lafayette and Houma, men looked at their TV screens, walked out to their sheds, and hooked their 14-foot flat-bottom fishing boats to their Chevy trucks.
They didn't ask for permission.
They didn't ask for gas money.
They didn't check who was Democrat or Republican, Black or White.
Hundreds of swamp boys drove straight into the disaster zone with shotguns, flashlights, and coolers of water.
When local authorities tried to turn them back at checkpoints, they ignored the deputies, launched their johnboats into the floodwaters from highway overpasses, and followed the cries in the dark.
They dodged live power lines and submerged cars.
They cut holes through rooftops with chainsaws.
They hauled shivering grandmothers, newborn infants, and abandoned dogs into their boats for days without sleep.
No government badge.
No paycheck.
Just regular American rednecks who refused to let their neighbors drown.
God bless the Cajun Navy. That is what makes this country unbreakable. 🇺🇸🛶
July 17, 2022. Greenwood Park Mall, Indiana.
A mass shooter armed with an assault rifle and 100+ rounds opened fire in the food court.
Families dove under tables in terror. Blood on the tile floor.
Across the food court was 22-year-old Elisjsha Dicken.
He had no military background. No law enforcement training.
Just an ordinary American boy who practiced shooting with his grandfather.
He didn't run.
He hid his girlfriend behind a trash can, unholstered his Glock, and moved toward the gunfire.
From forty yards away—an impossible distance for a pistol under combat stress—Eli braced against a pillar.
In FIFTEEN SECONDS, he fired ten rounds.
Eight hit the shooter.
The killer fell dead before police even arrived.
The Police Chief walked up to the cameras:
"Many more people would have died tonight if it weren't for a responsible armed citizen. This young man is a true American hero."
The media tells you guns are the problem.
Elisjsha Dicken proved that a good man with a gun is the solution. 🇺🇸🎯🦅
November 19, 2022. Colorado Springs.
A shooter wearing body armor and carrying an AR-15 walked into a crowded venue and started spraying bullets.
Glass exploded. People were dropping. Chaos and slaughter.
In the crowd was 45-year-old Richard Fierro.
A decorated US Army combat veteran who had done four combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.
He was there with his wife, daughter, and her friends.
Richard had no weapon. Zero firearms.
He didn't run.
His military combat instinct took over.
Richard charged through the gunfire across the room and tackled the armored gunman to the floor.
The rifle flew from the shooter's hands.
When the gunman reached for a pistol, Richard ripped it away from him and used it to beat the shooter into unconsciousness, holding him down until cops arrived.
Dozens of young Americans survived because an American soldier was in the room.
Richard later wept on the news:
"I was in combat mode. I had to protect my family. Everyone in that room was my family."
You can take the warrior out of the fight.
You can never take the fight out of the warrior. 🇺🇸🎖️🔥
When the Fukushima reactors exploded in March 2011, the world panicked.
Every foreign embassy in Tokyo issued frantic warnings.
Commercial flights out of Narita were booked solid within hours.
European governments chartered emergency evacuation planes: “GET OUT OF JAPAN. GET OUT NOW.”
Journalists fled to Osaka and Seoul.
Everyone ran south, away from the invisible killer: radiation.
You know who boarded flights heading NORTH, straight toward the disaster?
THE UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS CHEMICAL BIOLOGICAL INCIDENT RESPONSE FORCE (CBIRF).
One hundred and fifty of the Pentagon’s most elite hazardous-materials warriors, packed into transport planes loaded with radiation detection equipment and decontamination rigs.
These Marines knew the reactor core was unstable.
They knew the plume was shifting in the wind.
They had wives and children back in Maryland.
Did they hesitate?
DID A SINGLE MARINE ASK FOR AN EXEMPTION?
NOT ONE.
They landed in Japan, strapped on their protective respirators, and marched straight into the forward zones to back up the Japanese Self-Defense Forces and the "Fukushima 50."
They provided water-injection monitoring, radiological mapping, and decontamination support so our workers wouldn’t die.
When the rest of the world looked at Japan as a contaminated biohazard zone,
AMERICA LOOKED AT JAPAN AND SAW A BROTHER WHO NEEDED BACKUP.
You ran toward the explosion when everyone else ran away.
Japan will never, EVER forget that courage. 🇺🇸🤝🇯🇵
The bridges were gone.
The roads were erased.
A thousand Japanese villagers were trapped in a mountain school gymnasium in freezing Miyagi.
No heat. No medicine. The elderly were dying of hypothermia.
The snow blizzard was so violent that commercial helicopters were grounded.
Japanese dispatchers were told: "Hold on until roads can be cut through the mud. It might take a week."
People inside that gym were writing their final wills on cardboard boxes.
Then, through the blinding whiteout, a deafening rumble shook the snow-covered pine trees.
FOUR TURBOPROP ENGINES.
A massive US Air Force C-130 from the 36th Airlift Squadron was flying so low beneath the mountain blizzard ceiling you could see the rivets on the wings.
Pilots were banking hard through treacherous mountain passes, fighting deadly wind shear.
The rear cargo ramp opened into the freezing slipstream.
American airmen, tethered by safety lines, kicked heavy wooden pallets out into the sky.
Green parachutes bloomed like angels against the gray clouds.
Boxes of warm blankets, baby formula, heater fuel, and dry food drifted softly into the schoolyard.
Children ran out into the snow, looking up into the sky with tears freezing on their cheeks.
They didn't know the names of the pilots from Yokota.
They didn't know what state they were from.
All they knew was:
WHEN EVERY EARTHLY ROAD WAS CLOSED,
AMERICA CARVED A HIGHWAY THROUGH A BLIZZARD TO SAVE THEM.
You are the only country on earth with the heart and the horsepower to do this.
Thank you, America. 🇺🇸🤝🇯🇵
300,000 cubic meters of toxic tsunami sludge.
5,000 crushed automobiles piled three stories high.
Planes smashed like toys.
The entire runway of Sendai Airport was erased from the earth.
Every aviation expert on television said the same thing:
“Six months to clear. Maybe a year.”
America heard that and said:
“HOLD MY BEER.”
March 16.
A single MC-130 Combat Talon dove through the gray clouds and slammed its tires directly onto a narrow, sludge-covered strip of cracked tarmac.
Out jumped the 353rd Special Tactics Group. Combat Controllers.
They didn't carry rifles.
They carried heavy steel tow cables and shovels.
They hooked roaring Humvees to crushed cars and dragged them violently off the runway!
Where machines couldn't reach, burly airmen threw their shoulders against overturned delivery vans, screaming in unison, flipping them into the grass by sheer human will!
They picked up razor-sharp metal debris with their bare hands in the freezing rain.
Six months?
THEY REOPENED THE AIRPORT IN NINE DAYS.
NINE. DAYS.
And the very first giant C-130 that roared down that runway didn’t carry weapons.
It carried warm food, milk, and medicine for OUR freezing children.
A few days later, a US Air Force colonel flying overhead looked down at the beach beside the runway and choked up.
Japanese survivors—people who had lost their homes, their cars, and their loved ones—had spent their last strength dragging massive logs across the sand.
They spelled out one word, readable only from the sky:
A R I G A T O .
The colonel wept and said: “We are the ones who should be thanking you.”
In 1945, our nations were at war.
In 2011, America bled in the mud to save us.
NEVER FORGET WHO SHOWED UP. 🇺🇸🤝🇯🇵
The world thinks the US Marine Corps is built only to break things.
March 2011.
An entire island off Northeast Japan—Oshima—was completely cut off from the planet.
Tsunami fires burned the harbors to ash.
Electricity dead. Fresh water gone.
Hundreds of freezing Japanese villagers, elderly and children, were trapped in the dark.
The coast was a slaughterhouse of submerged shipwrecks and razor-sharp pine trees.
Japanese authorities said: "No ship can dock. It's impossible."
Then the 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit aboard the USS Essex heard the distress call.
Their commander asked for volunteers to assault the beach with landing craft (LCUs) packed with freshwater and food.
Do you know how long it took to fill the volunteer roster?
TEN. MINUTES.
Every single Marine on board stepped forward.
They didn't have a dock.
They dropped the ramp into 30-degree, freezing Atlantic-cold Pacific water.
Nineteen-year-old Marines plunged WAIST-DEEP into the ice-black ocean, slipping on diesel oil and jagged debris, physically muscling tons of clean water and generators onto the sand.
When an old Japanese grandmother saw them soaking wet and shivering, she fell to her knees weeping.
A Marine wiped the mud off his face, grinned, and said:
“DON'T WORRY, MA’AM. THE MARINES ARE HERE.”
You hear politicians argue about military budgets.
You hear critics talk about American arrogance.
Let me tell you something:
When hell swallowed Japan, America didn't send a sternly worded statement.
AMERICA SENT HER BEST SONS INTO THE FREEZING SEA TO DRAG OUR PEOPLE BACK TO LIFE.
Happy 250th, America.
Oshima will remember your Marines for a thousand years. 🇺🇸🤝🇯🇵