So… we’re expected to believe that in California, out of three candidates, the third place candidate, who conceded her campaign because she was mathematically eliminated from the run-off, suddenly received tens of thousands of votes from mail-in votes which all came in *after* Election Day, while the other two candidates received no late mail-in votes, and the second place candidate (who was surging as a Republican candidate in the bluest state in the country) is now in third place and mathematically eliminated from the run-off.
… and we’re supposed to trust that this is an honest and true election.
If you’re not angry about this, you need to be.
The richest man in America signed a document that could have gotten him hanged, and when someone sneered that he was safe because no one would know which Charles Carroll to come for, he picked up the pen and told the British exactly where to find him.
His name was Charles Carroll, and the colonies were crawling with men who shared it. His own father was Charles Carroll of Annapolis. So when the Declaration of Independence came to him for signing in 1776, a delegate made a cruel little joke. He said Carroll risked nothing by signing. There were so many Charles Carrolls that the King's men would never know which one to hang.
Carroll didn't argue. He leaned over the page and added three words to his signature: "of Carrollton." The name of his estate. His address. He was the only signer in the entire room who wrote down where he lived, and he did it on purpose, so that if the British wanted to come hang the traitor, they would know exactly which door to knock on.
That is who Charles Carroll of Carrollton was.
Here is what makes the moment even sharper. He was not a man with little to lose. He was the single wealthiest man in the thirteen colonies and the largest private landowner among them. While George Washington and John Hancock get talked about as rich men, it was Carroll who topped them all. When he signed, he was wagering the biggest personal fortune in America against a noose.
And he was the last man anyone would have expected to be there at all. Carroll was Catholic. In colonial Maryland, a colony founded as a Catholic refuge that had since turned on its own, Catholics could not vote. They could not hold public office. They could not worship in public. The most educated, wealthiest man in America was, in the eyes of the law, a second-class subject barred from the very government he was helping to create. He had spent seventeen years being educated by Jesuits in France and spoke five languages fluently, and back home he still could not legally cast a ballot.
So he became the only Catholic to sign the Declaration of Independence, putting his name on a revolution that he hoped would build a country with room for men like him. That was its own enormous bet, made by a man the existing system had already shut out.
Then he simply outlived everyone.
Thomas Jefferson and John Adams both died on the same astonishing day, July 4, 1826, exactly fifty years after the Declaration. When they were gone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton was the last living signer left on earth. For six more years he was the final human link to that room in Philadelphia, the last hand that had signed, a living relic of the founding that ordinary Americans traveled to see and shake.
He finally died in November 1832 at the age of ninety-five, fifty-six years after he wrote his address on a treason document and dared the empire to come find him.
The richest man in America. The only Catholic. The last one standing. He had more to lose than any of them, every legal reason to stay quiet, and he signed his full address anyway.
We remember the names we were handed in school. We forget the man who made sure his couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's.
Which Founding Father do you think history shortchanged the most?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂
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Clint Eastwood was born on May 31, 1930, and turns 96 this month.
One of his most well-known quotes is: "Do not let the old man in."
That line became a personal motto about aging, discipline, and refusing to mentally give up. It came from a conversation about staying active, staying curious, and continuing to move forward no matter your age.
Wishing you a very Happy Birthday and many more ahead.
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Mat Best - Folded Flag (Official Music Video)
This song was written for the men and women who stepped into the fire for this country and never made it home, and for the families, friends, and brothers left carrying their memory forward.
Memorial Day isn’t just a long weekend. Behind every folded flag is a name, a story, and a sacrifice that built the freedom we live in every day.
This song proudly supports the Major Brent Taylor Foundation and the Gold Star families it supports.
On this Memorial Day Monday…
while the grills fire up and the flags snap half-heartedly in the suburban breeze…stop.
Cease the rote pageantry and confront the ledger scrawled in arterial red, the precise, unyielding calculus by which this Republic was purchased and continues to be insured. Not by the hollow rhetoric of politicians chasing votes, nor by the cheap pieties of civilians who have never heard incoming fire.
No.
It was purchased by men…young, clear-eyed, lethal…who chose the muzzle flash over the couch, who traded their finite pulse for the infinite continuation of ordered liberty under law.
They understood, in their marrow, what most never will: freedom is not a participation trophy handed out at birth. It is a blood tariff, paid in advance by a warrior caste that steps forward when the rest of the nation prefers to scroll.
History does not whisper this truth; it screams it across every theater of American arms. From the slaughter pens of Antietam, where 23,000 fell in a single September day and the cornfields ran crimson, to the black volcanic sand of Iwo Jima, where Marines clawed inch by bloody inch against an enemy sworn to fight to the last man.
From the frozen meat grinder of Chosin Reservoir…where Marines fought through -30 degrees and Chinese human-wave assaults, leaving their dead stacked like cordwood under the snow…to the dust-choked passes of Korengal Valley, where a new generation traded lead with fanatics who measured time in IED detonations.
Add Gettysburg’s corpse-choked fields, the hedgerows of Normandy where Rangers scaled Pointe du Hoc under machine-gun fire, the Ia Drang where air cavalry met the NVA in the first great test of helicopter warfare, the streets of Fallujah where urban combat turned houses into kill zones.
These were not accidents of history.
They were deliberate transactions: young men who looked into the void of probable death, ran the numbers, and signed the check anyway.
They did not die for “democracy” as some hollow slogan peddled by cable-news anchors.
They died enforcing the lethal arithmetic that the Republic endures only because someone, somewhere, was willing to kill and be killed so the rest could argue about it in safety.
Psychology does not lie, and it is merciless here.
The vast majority of citizens operate under a comfortable delusion, anesthetized by prosperity they never earned and shielded by oceans and oceans of other people’s blood.
Cognitive dissonance is their armor: they enjoy the fruits of empire while scorning the imperial guard that secured them.
They virtue-signal about “peace” from air-conditioned rooms, never once reckoning with the raw transaction cost.
Meanwhile, the few who volunteered for the meat grinder…the ones who raised their right hand and meant it…understood the final, existential bargain. They stared down mortality without flinching, calculated the price of continuance, and paid it in full.
That is not romantic sentiment; it is the highest form of realism. The rest of us are merely beneficiaries…soft, distracted, often ungrateful heirs to a patrimony of controlled ferocity.
We sleep soundly because they did not.
To the forgetful, the revisionists, the parlor-room critics who treat Memorial Day as just another long weekend of beer and sales circulars: your indifference is venom, but it is weak, diluted venom, the kind that only poisons the soul of the nation that tolerates it.
History’s judgment is far sharper, colder, and permanent. The fallen do not require your applause or your performative hashtags.
They demand your precision.
They demand you remember…with intellectual honesty and without the comforting lies…that every right you casually exercise, every comfort you casually consume, every late-night scroll through your digital distractions was bought with compound interest in the currency of young men who will never grow old, never hold their children, never see another sunrise.
They paid so you could whine about “the system” from the very system their sacrifice preserved.
We do not mourn them as victims of circumstance or “needless war.” That is the language of cowards and revisionists who would rather cheapen the price than face it.
We honor them as the lethal architects of our continuance…steel-eyed, duty-bound, unapologetic.
They were not pawns; they were the tip of the spear, the quiet professionals who carried the Republic on their shoulders when the bill came due.
This nation’s pride is not abstract or inherited like some antique heirloom.
It is forged in their sacrifice, tempered in the fire of their resolve, and sustained by the quiet, ferocious knowledge that when the bill comes due again…and it always does…others of their kind will step forward to pay it in the same red currency.
Lest we forget is not a cliché to be embroidered on a pillow.
It is a warning etched in stone and bone.
The Republic endures only as long as we refuse to cheapen their price, only as long as we retain the clarity to distinguish between the warrior who bled and the civilian who merely benefited.
Anything less is national suicide by amnesia.
From Miriam Pschak “I was born a Muslim in Iran. I was raised on Islam, educated in its scriptures, and even became an Islamic leader here in America—an Imam, an executive director of CAIR, and president of the Muslim Forum of Utah. So don’t insult my intelligence by telling me I believe in something I don’t understand. I understand Islam inside and out—and that’s why I left it. You say Islam is the religion of Abraham and that Christianity is paganism? That’s the same tired propaganda I used to preach before I studied the Bible for myself. Abraham looked forward to the promise of the Messiah (John 8:56), and that promise was fulfilled in Jesus Christ—the Son of God, not just a prophet, but God in the flesh. You call it idolatry, but the truth is, you worship a distant, unknowable deity who demands submission but offers no assurance of salvation, no love, and no personal relationship.
Islam claims simplicity, but it's not spiritual clarity—it's theological shallowness wrapped in slogans. You say “God alone,” but then claim the Qur'an is eternal and uncreated, that Muhammad is the perfect man, and that prayers must be recited in Arabic to be valid. That’s not pure monotheism—that’s blind ritualism. You call Christianity confusing, yet it’s Islam that denies the very sacrifice that fulfills God's justice and love. I’ve seen Christian doctors, scientists, and theologians embrace Jesus not because they’re deceived, but because they found the truth—a truth you refuse to face because it means letting go of the lies you were fed. Islam is not the religion of Abraham—it’s a 7th-century political invention that twisted Scripture to build an empire. I left Islam not because I was ignorant—but because I finally understood it. And once I saw the truth in Christ, I was set free.”
Please be patient for a few minutes as the thousands of Strait of Hormuz Twitter experts are making the shift over to the Voting Rights Act.
They will be with you momentarily....
I read - with tears in my eyes - historian and Islam expert @RaymondIbrahim5 article “The Armenian Genocide: A Warning Ignored, a Pattern Repeated” and have written a shorter summary here. Link to the article in the comments.
The image you see is not from a film. It is from reality.
From 1915 to 1917, the Ottoman Empire - what is today Turkey - carried out a systematic genocide. Not only against Armenians. But against Christians. All Christians.
Armenians. Greeks. Assyrians. Chaldeans. Maronites.
What they all had in common was not their nationality. Not their ethnicity.
It was their faith. They were Christians.
And that was enough to be exterminated.
And who was behind it?
The Ottoman Empire’s Muslim regime. Driven by pan-Islamism and religious fanaticism. Christians were kafir - infidels. Jihad was the religious mandate that justified the extermination.
This was not an ethnic conflict. It was a religious cleansing.
Over 1.5 million Armenians were massacred. 750,000 Greeks. 300,000 Assyrians. Half of the entire Assyrian population of 600,000 was killed.
In her memoir, survivor Aurora Mardiganian describes what she saw in the city of Malatia:
16 Christian girls. Crucified alive. Nails through their hands and feet. Only their hair moved in the wind.
The Turks and Kurds selected - town by town, village by village - the 18 most beautiful young girls. Dragged them into a local church. Raped them on top of the Holy Gospel.
Women were driven into harems. Sold for 80 cents each.
US Ambassador Henry Morgenthau, who witnessed it with his own eyes, said:
“I am confident that the whole history of the human race contains no such horrible episode as this.”
Winston Churchill called it an “administrative holocaust” - and noted that the First World War simply gave Turkey the necessary cover to do what they had apparently long wanted to do.
Talaat Pasha - the de facto leader of the Ottoman Empire - said it himself:
“Turkey is taking advantage of the war in order to thoroughly liquidate its internal foes - the indigenous Christians.”
This was not war. It was a planned extermination project against Christians - carried out in the name of Islam.
And today NATO ally Turkey has never been held accountable.
Not once.
This is the history they do not teach you in school.
But it is true. And it matters.
Those who do not know history - are already repeating it.❤️🔥✝️🪽 Thank you for your attention to this important matter.
Be Paul Harrell
>start a YouTube channel talking about firearms and ballistics
>plain outdoor range
>no flashy editing
>no screaming thumbnails
>just calm, methodical explanations
>demonstrate everything with real testing
meat targets, plywood, and practical experiments
>teach millions of people how firearms actually work
>build one of the most respected gun channels on YouTube
>hundreds of millions of views
>known for honesty, data, and common sense
>quietly become a legend in the firearms community
The legacy
>people trust your word more than most “experts”
>your testing style becomes iconic
>phrases and humor become memes in the gun community
>countless shooters learn from your videos
>your channel becomes required viewing for gun owners
>one of the most respected voices in the firearms world
The internet doesn’t forget the good ones rest easy Paul.
.@POTUS: "Honoring the British King might seem an ironic beginning to our celebration of 250 years of American independence — but in fact, no tribute could be more appropriate. Long before Americans had a nation or Constitution, we first had a culture, a character, and a creed. Before we ever proclaimed our independence, Americans carried within us the rarest of gifts: moral courage, and it came from a small but mighty kingdom from across the sea."
In late 1960s Bishop Sheen predicted that the ruination of many countries in future will not be caused by wars, but by FALSE COMPASSION.
Bp. Sheen: "False compassion is a pity shown, not to the mugged but to the mugger; not to the family of the murdered, but to the murderer."
This is the fucking death rattle of a once-lethal empire.
Elite SAS operators...hardened killers from D and G Squadrons, men who have danced with the devil in the dust of Afghanistan and the shadows of Syria...are walking away in droves.
Not from fear of the enemy, but from the venomous blade of their own nation’s human-rights lawyers and retrospective inquisitors. Witch hunts dressed in the sanctimonious robes of “accountability.”
This isn’t oversight; it’s pathology.
A civilization that has internalized self-loathing to the point where it pathologically castrates its own apex predators.
You cannot forge a military that operates with lethal precision under the Damocles sword of war-crimes tribunals.
Split-second decisions in the fog of war...against savages who behead, rape, and film atrocities for propaganda...now second-guessed by desk-bound parasites who’ve never heard a round crack past their ear.
The warrior psyche demands absolute trust that the nation behind the trigger has its back.
Strip that away and you don’t get caution; you get paralysis.
You get morale annihilation.
You get the slow psychological evisceration of men bred for violence, now forced to weigh legal liability before they pull the trigger.
What remains is not an army...it’s a risk-averse bureaucracy selecting for compliance over courage.
Historically, this is the recurring cancer that felled Rome:
when the Senate’s legalists and philosophers emasculated the legions to appease internal pieties and foreign opinion, the barbarians didn’t need to win battles; the empire simply rotted from within.
Britain post-Suez, post-Falklands decline echoes the same suicidal trajectory...once the sharpest edge of Western power, now reduced to a declawed housecat bleeding talent because its own elites prefer performative morality over survival.
Geopolitically, it’s suicide by self-flagellation.
While Russia and China field militaries unbound by ECHR fantasies or activist jurisprudence...unfettered by neurotic restraints that treat every dead jihadi as a potential lawsuit...NATO’s premier special-forces unit hemorrhages its finest.
The UK, once the tip of the spear, now presents as a soft underbelly.
This isn’t alliance strength; it’s collective weakness masquerading as virtue.
One moreExhibit in why this bloated, lawyer-infested pact is a strategic liability, not an asset.
Time to fucking disentangle.
Get the hell out of NATO before the rot metastasizes fatally.
The UK hasn’t just stumbled; it has fallen.
And the jackals circling its carcass are its own “progressive” elites.
Lethal force demands lethal protection for those who wield it.
Anything less is national betrayal...pure and simple.
This is civilizational suicide.
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Never forget that 33 years ago we learned the government will kill your dog, shoot your 14 year old son in the back and snipe your wife in the doorway while she holds your infant child.
*RubyRidge
Imagine being 14 years old, living off the grid in the Idaho woods in 1993. You’re walking your dog when suddenly he growls and *bang*, the dog is shot and killed. You look up and see a man in a Ghillie suit with a rifle pointed at you. Fear grips you. You pull your gun and fire. You’re just defending yourself. This is your home.
You run back toward your parents, only to be shot in the back and killed before you can reach them. You never understand what went wrong or why.
The next day, a sniper fires again. Your mother, standing in the doorway holding your baby sister, is hit in the head and killed instantly.
All of this started because your father Randy Weaver, sold two sawed-off shotguns to an undercover agent and refused to become a government informant. They gave him a false court date and set up armed surveillance at your home, waiting for the moment they could escalate.
Randy Weaver was a former U.S. Army Green Beret. He served in the military before moving off the grid with his family in northern Idaho. His military background added to the tension for federal authorities, because he was trained in weapons and survival, but it didn’t make him violent or a threat to anyone outside his property.
After an 11 day stand off with Randy and the baby inside with two dead bodies, the government was ordered to pay millions in settlements to Randy.
They were proven to be in the wrong for this deadly power trip.
But that doesn’t bring back a 14 year old boy or his mother.
Stay educated. Some of our history isnt taught in school for a reason. 💯