Jeffry Butter

[InfantryDort @infantrydort]

“Since Wilson’s presidency, progressivism has made many inroads in our system of government and our way of life. It has coexisted uneasily with the principles of the Declaration. Because it is opposed to those principles, it is not possible for the two to coexist forever.”

-Clarence Thomas, 2026

[Melanie Phillips @MelanieLatest]

https://t.co/NAq1eYhMcd
There’s no coming back from this for the UK. Britain is Israel’s ally no longer. It has become an enemy of the Jewish people, a threat to the west and a menace to civilisation.

[Sharyl Attkisson 🕵️‍♂️💼🥋 @SharylAttkisson]

Heroes.
So many either don't know or have forgotten.
Let's remind them.

[Wasson Watch Co. @WassonWatch]

Dear God, wake up our people!
In Jesus name, amen!

[Marina Medvin 🇺🇸 @MarinaMedvin]

What a cover!
What a travesty.

[Nancy Pearcey @NancyRPearcey]

All the good parts of classical liberalism were derived from Christianity:

"All four of the defining ideas of liberal thought are continuations of Christian monotheism.

The primacy of the individual is a secular translation of the belief that each human being is created by the Deity, which has an authority over them which transcends any worldly power.

The egalitarian belief that human beings have the same moral status reproduces the idea that all human beings are equal in the sight of God.

Liberal universalism — the belief that generically human attributes are more important than particular cultural identities — reflects the idea that humankind is created in God’s image.

The belief that human institutions are indefinitely improvable replicates the theistic faith that history is a moral narrative of sin followed by redemption."

--Philosopher John Gray, The New Leviathans

[Darrell B Harrison @D_B_Harrison]

Just letting you all know that when it comes to Islam, I will not mince words. You can unfollow me if you wish, but Islam is the most demonic ideology on the face of the earth. It destroys literally everything it touches—everything—and I refuse to be silent—or silenced—about it!

[Darrell B Harrison @D_B_Harrison]

If you listened to the @podcast_just episode The (False) Gospel of Democratic Socialism, you'll recall this statement by @virgilwalker. Because of the response to that episode, we've made it available as a t-shirt. To order yours, click the link in the post below (and thank you for supporting the Just Thinking podcast).

[Mark Davis @MarkDavis]

Never forget. Never again. Don’t let anyone mitigate or soft-pedal what was done to us. The approaching 25th anniversary is an opportunity to thank God for our great nation, and pray for long memories and vigilance moving forward.

[Erin Molan @Erin_Molan]

Honest question.

When was the last time an interview actually CHANGED YOUR MIND about something you thought you understood?

My conversation with @DavidADaoud of @FDD may do exactly that.

The subject: Lebanon, Hezbollah, Israel and the so-called U.S.-brokered “peace deal.”

It reminded me of something my late father, Major General Jim Molan, used to say:

“You cannot defeat an enemy you do not understand.”

This conversation made me realize how much of Lebanon we do not understand.
Watch. 👇

https://t.co/8WHjVHOnu7

[Peachy Keenan @KeenanPeachy]

My husband goes into 9/11 mode this time every year, since he was living in lower Manahttan at the time. We were watching one of the new documentaries last night and I realized for the first time that the people stuck at the top of tower 1 could see tower 2 fall and therefore knew exactly what was about to happen to them.

[Darrell B Harrison @D_B_Harrison]

Respectfully, you won’t have Muslim nationalism. Muslims aren’t nationalists. They’re Sharia-ists (as in Sharia law). Muslims aren’t loyal to any nation. They couldn’t care less about nationality, as they believe every inch of ground upon which the foot of a Muslim trods already belongs to Allah. So the choice isn’t between Christian nationalism or Muslim nationalism. The actual choice is between freedom and slavery.

[Jack Carr @JackCarrUSA]

Every August I find myself reflecting on the withdrawal from Afghanistan and the close to twenty years that preceded it. My thoughts on what amounts to almost zero accountability for senior level military officers, elected representatives, and appointed bureaucrats who failed upward during that time are captured in a blog I wrote on 16 August 2021 titled “Imperial Hubris: The Great Game Revisited” and an article I wrote for TownHall on 23 August 2021 titled “A Time For Bold Adjustment: Fire The Generals.” Both can be found on the blog section of my website.

https://t.co/5I3wAyADXs

From the blog:
I describe the American experience in Afghanistan as “…a failure that crossed party lines over four separate administrations, two Republican and two Democrat. As we watch the U.S. Embassy evacuation in Kabul and see images of the Taliban taking control of the country, to those of us who fought there it is more than a strategic failure; it’s personal.”

“This year, for the first time in U.S. history, one could have joined the military, served for twenty years, and retired while the country is still involved in the same war.”

“In what is accurately described as imperial hubris, the United States political-military establishment confused entry and initial resolve with victory. They were wrong; America’s sons and daughters paid the price.”

“Simply put, our elected officials and senior level military leaders were trapped by their own intellectual inertia, condemning us to eventual defeat.”

“Strategically, our leaders were not held to account for their blunders — in too many cases, blunders of epic proportions. Rather, they were promoted and eventually retired with full pensions to sit on the boards of companies making a killing in the world of government contracts; the military industrial complex is alive and well. As Lt. Col. Paul Yingling pointed out in his 2007 article A Failure in Generalship, ‘As matters stand now, a private who loses a rifle suffers far greater consequences than a general who loses a war.’”

[Jeffry Butter @colonelbutter]

@TerribleMaps Y’all forgot Alaska

[Samuel Sey @SlowToWrite]

Those of us who grew up in the Word of Faith/Prosperity gospel movement should be very familiar with what Joel Webbon is doing here.

He has resorted to Benny Hinn and TD Jakes type “Touch not the Lord’s anointed!” threats.

What a shameless, false teacher.

[The White House @WhiteHouse]

Five years ago, an evil Jihadi terrorist carried out a suicide bombing in Kabul, Afghanistan, killing 13 heroes of our United States Armed Forces and shattering the hearts of Americans.

As our Nation remembers this atrocious attack, we honor the memory of every brave warrior who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country. We join in grief with the families who lost a loved one, and renew our solemn pledge to never forget the 13 fallen patriots - their memory will live on forever. 🇺🇸❤️

[Acting Secretary of the Navy Hung Cao @SECNAV]

Eleven Marines, one Navy corpsman, and one soldier.

Say their names.

We must never forget.

[Department of War 🇺🇸 @DeptofWar]

Five years ago, an Islamic terrorist carried out a suicide bombing at Abbey Gate in Kabul, Afghanistan.

Thirteen brave Americans paid the ultimate price for our country.

We will forever honor their memory and keep their families in our prayers.

[Arynne Wexler @ArynneWexler]

A love letter to America’s national parks

The national parks make America feel like mine.

Not mine in the petty sense of possession. Mine in the strange, almost sacred sense that something can belong to you simply because you belong to it.

We live in an age where everything is brought to us. Food arrives at the door. Entertainment plays on demand. The entire accumulated knowledge of civilization sits inside our pockets.

The national parks make you go get the thing.

The view does not come to you. You climb for it. You drive down some ridiculous road for it. You wake up before sunrise. You lose reception. You wonder halfway up the trail why you thought this was a good idea.

Then the view opens. And there it is.

Some enormous piece of America that cannot be delivered, streamed, optimized, or felt through a reduced thumbnail.

It is one thing to look at the outline of America on a map. It is another to know what Montana smells like after rain. To feel how cold an alpine lake is when you first put your hand into it or to hear the waterfall before you see it. To wipe the orange dust of Utah off your face. To hear the silence of the caves hundreds of feet below the earth’s surface in Kentucky. To learn that distance in the dunes of Colorado is deceptive. To watch the last light turn a mountain pink in Texas. To see a bison standing in the middle of the road and remember, suddenly, that this continent was once unimaginably wild.

Every park reveals another personality of the same country. Yet somehow, no matter how different the landscape, there is a familiarity waiting inside the unfamiliar.

You drive hundreds of miles into a place you have never been. You see the sign warning LAST GAS. Civilization thins out behind you. The road stretches ahead into mountains or desert or badlands, and for a moment you feel very far away from everything you know.

And then, almost like a mirage, you see it. The brown national park service sign. A little further down the road is the entrance station. And there, beneath that familiar wooden roof, is a park ranger topped with their unmistakable hat.

Waiting for you. As if they were expecting you.

This arrival stirs something in me. Because no matter how far I have driven, no matter how strange the landscape outside my windshield, no matter how long it has been since I saw another town, there is something instantly reassuring about it.

I know this place.

Not this place. I have never been here before.

But this place.

And even though it is a trail I have never walked before, somehow, I am home.

See, you think you know America.

But that is just the thing about the national parks: they make America mysterious again.

You realize how much of your own country has been hiding from you. You understand that to access some of her best parts, you still have to work for it. You have to earn it.

We spend so much time talking about America as if it is something we have already figured out. We quickly reduce it to politics and demographics. Red states and blue states. Coastal elites and flyover country.

And then you stand on the edge of Yosemite Valley and the arguments become very small.

Not unimportant.

Just small.

These places were here before our political parties. These rivers crossed the continent before our borders. These forests grew and burned and grew again before anyone had invented any of the words we now hurl at each other.

And somehow, through an extraordinary act of national foresight, we decided that some of the most beautiful places among them should not belong to a king, or a corporation, or the person rich enough to buy the view. They belong to Americans.

Perhaps this is why I have started thinking that hiking, climbing, rappelling, slogging, spelunking, sand surfing, snow shoeing, and paddle boarding through these parks as a kind of claiming.

Not claiming the land.

Claiming my relationship to it.

Every trail walked makes the map a little less abstract. You stop saying “Somewhere out West” because now you know exactly what that particular stretch of America looks like at dusk.

You begin collecting the country. The smell of pine. The crisp breeze of the altitude. The sound of boots on loose dirt. A bear spray canister bouncing against your backpack. The circle on your map drawn for you by a ranger. The first glimpse of snow on a distant peak in August. The simple sandwich that tastes better than a Michelin star dinner because you carried it miles up above the treeline.

These are the small things.

But love of country is built from small things.

Patriotism can be grand. It should be. Flags and anthems and fireworks have their place. But there is another, quieter kind of patriotism. It is knowing the place.

These parks are ours.

Not because we conquered them (which we did).

But because, at our best, we had the wisdom to leave them alone.

There is another gift these places give us. They are the evidence we didn’t know we needed for ourselves.

There are versions of ourselves we can only meet when we go far enough from the familiar – selves that are waiting somewhere in the silence, the altitude, the exhaustion, the danger, the enormity of it all. And once you know that person, you want to know them again.

I found parts of myself I didn’t know existed on mountains I didn’t know I could climb. She was stronger, more comfortable in the uncomfortable than I could have predicted. Now, when I stand in front of something daunting and new, I no longer wonder whether I am the kind of person who can do it. I know that I am.

I have met this version of myself on too many mountaintops to doubt her anymore.

Ah, the national parks.

Of course, the goal is to explore them all. And there is something deeply satisfying about watching the map fill in, about turning names I dreamed of visiting into places I have walked and touched and breathed. These places all keep a version of me, too.

In the beginning, I was eager to cross off as many parks as I could. Another park, another pin on the map. I wanted to collect them quickly, almost greedy for the next one. But somewhere along all those miles, across all those states, I understood.

I love knowing there are still places that remain mysterious to me. Wonders I still get to see for the first time. And after visiting some of the parks more than once, I know that it is impossible to meet the same mountain twice.

People often ask me how “quickly” I want to finish the list. How many parks I have left. How many years I think it will take.

Finishing is the goal, but it was never the point.

See, here’s the secret to this grand adventure:

I never want it to end.

Arynne Wexler
August 25, 2026

[Masih Alinejad @AlinejadMasih]

STOP comparing Afghan women in burqas and Iranian women under compulsory hijab with Christian nuns.

This really isn’t complicated.

A nun chooses to become a nun. Her vow applies to her. She doesn’t take the vow and suddenly every woman in Italy has to cover her hair.

And if she removes her veil, the morality police don’t show up to beat her, arrest her, or throw her in prison.

That’s the difference.

In Iran and Afghanistan, the rules don’t care whether you’re religious, secular, Muslim, atheist, or just want to be left alone. You’re a woman? Congratulations. The authorities have a dress code for you.

And please stop pointing at little girls in hijab and calling it “choice.” Some of these children can’t even read yet. They’re old enough to choose a religious obligation for life, but apparently not old enough to choose what they want for lunch?

Here’s the test nobody seems to want to take:

What happens when a woman says NO?

If the answer is guns and bullets, prison, beatings, losing your education, or being erased from public life, congratulations, you’ve discovered the difference between choice and coercion.

And if you still think the Taliban model is somehow “liberating,” try it yourself. Cover up. Obey. Let religious authorities decide how you dress, where you go, whether you work, and when you’re allowed to speak. Then explain to Afghan women how empowered you feel.

Is this really that difficult to understand?

#LetUsTalk