This MUST keep being talked about
Elon Musk and Joe Rogan talked about how California Democrats have a voter fraud scheme
“California made it actually illegal to ask for ID when people vote”
“Yes. California — You are not allowed to show your ID when you vote. I just wanna be clear. So everyone understands this. In California you are not allowed to show your ID even if you want to.”
“Man, if you're trying to do, if you're trying to facilitate fraud in elections, it's a great idea.
That's the only reason. There's no other reason”
“Let's say you wanted to commit fraud. What are the things you would do? You would say you don't need ID and you can mail in your ballot”
He’s absolutely correct
Gavin Newsom signed a law making it illegal to check ID, but that’s not all Democrats did
California moved aggressively toward universal mail-in ballots. Key steps included:
- 2016-2018: Laws like the Voter’s Choice Act expanded vote-by-mail options.
- 2020+ Permanent universal mail-in ballots, every registered voter gets a ballot mailed automatically
Ballot harvesting third parties collecting and delivering ballots was also legalized and expanded
Democrats are rigging California elections
Karmelo Anthony brought a knife to school.
Purposely sat where he knew he shouldn't be because he was LOOKING for trouble.
Refused to leave when he was asked nicely.
Then made a threat "touch me and see what happens."
Then stabbed Austin Metcalf in the heart and fled the scene.
He had no bruises no cuts no defensive wounds when the cop interviewed him later that day.
This wasn't self defense.
It was cold blooded murder and a hate crime.
I want to apologize to the divisive legacy media that I've been harsh to over recent weeks.
I'm apologizing because I wasn't harsh enough. You didn't get the best version of me. And for that, I'm sorry.
This is just the beginning. It's about to get way worse.
Ok, here’s another crazy war story. I'm reminded to tell it this week to help illustrate the chaos of war.
Baghdad, 2008. We’re in COP 763. way out by the Diyala canal. It was a bombed out potato chip factory, but we posted up and set up shop.
I’m in the command post, just bullsh*tting with the commander and the other platoon leaders, when I notice something strange. The air outside is turning really, really red. I mean Mars level red. To this day, I’ve never seen anything like it. A dust storm on steroids. Honestly, it was so red it was almost purple. It felt like we were on another planet.
Then the radio starts going off.
I’m paraphrasing here, but the battalion commander gets on the net and says: “Guidons, Guidons, this is Iron Knight 6. Air is RED. I repeat Air is RED. Reports indicate the enemy is attacking on all fronts. Prepare to defend yourselves.”
And I’m like… WHAT. THE. F*CK. This is GWOT. I was promised salsa nights and an endless supply of Rip-Its. But not for D/1-66. Not for us. I thought this was Iraq, not Guadalcanal. I was wrong.
Sure enough, the enemy starts hitting us everywhere. Full scale coordinated attacks. They even showed up in uniforms, black outfits, green headbands. They looked like Temu Ninja Turtles. I’m told they hijacked an Iraqi BMP on Route Predators, which an Apache had to destroy. I didn’t see it myself, but that’s what was reported.
They were attacking an Iraqi checkpoint (CP17) just outside our COP, trying to gain control of a bridge over the canal. Arrogant bastards. I remember being filled with righteous indignation that they would even dare.
We mount up: MRAPs, my up armored HMMWV, and a couple Bradleys, and roll out to counterattack. The Iraqi police were in full retreat. We managed to push the enemy out of the checkpoint before they seized it. Thankfully counterattacking at the precise moment.
We also pushed them off the bridge, but couldn’t cross it with the whole platoon. Once they retreated into the neighborhood across the canal, we were stuck. It turned into a stalemate. We only had 20 guys in the fight, so ditching the vehicles to go door to door was a nonstarter… although one of my squads still tried. SSG Myers' boys? Or maybe SSG Bryant. @Primz94933160 might remember, he earned his CIB there clearing a few enemy positions with rifle fire and grenades. But after awhile they culminated and had to fall back.
Meanwhile I’m stuck in the HMMWV on the canal bridge, trying to coordinate the fight, when we start taking 60mm mortar fire. Yeah American 60s. No idea how they got them, but they were walking them in close enough that I had my driver move around a bit mostly just to make myself feel better. One spot is as good as the next in those situations.
I was preparing to dismount, then we start taking sniper fire. I assume it was a Dragunov. One round hits my window. Then another. Now I can’t see out of the right side of the truck. To any combat vets who’ve been there, yeah, you know the feeling. It’s not panic. It’s just… annoying. Nevertheless, I was pinned.
My gunner trades fire with them for a while. My PSG also engaged from his Bradley with 25mm. I tried to discern where the sniper(s) and the bulk of the enemy force was. Then I call in a linear target for artillery. Battalion ended up servicing the area with 120mm mortars instead. I think it helped? Maybe? I didn't even see where the rounds landed so I couldn't adjust fire. Either way, the fight kept dragging on. As the air cleared, we finally got some fast movers and had them drop ordnance on the buildings.
Eventually, we ran out of ammo. They ran out of ammo. We went back to the COP. The enemy fell back. I remember that even our company commander @jonathan_b94376 dusted off his tank (The Horned Frog) and got it into the fight. At least I think it was his. It provided cover for us while we fell back to the COP. Anyone who knows GWOT knows how rare it was to get a main battle tank into the fight. I remember sitting there thinking: What the hell just happened?
A day or two later, we watched a funeral procession from that neighborhood roll past us, headed down to the graveyard in our AO. It was massive. A lot of people died. Were they enemy? Were they civilians? To this day, I don’t know.
Lesson: In war, survival is the only morality that matters in the moment. So the next time you feel like judging a firefight from your laptop, just remember: We weren’t trying to win hearts and minds. We were trying to not die. We all survived unharmed. The enemy fell back. I would level an entire neighborhood to protect even one of my men. And I'd do it again.
***The video was a clip from when we pushed the enemy off of the checkpoint but were about to cross the bridge. Seconds before entering the abyss.***
Ok, here’s another crazy war story. I'm reminded to tell it this week to help illustrate the chaos of war.
Baghdad, 2008. We’re in COP 763. way out by the Diyala canal. It was a bombed out potato chip factory, but we posted up and set up shop.
I’m in the command post, just bullsh*tting with the commander and the other platoon leaders, when I notice something strange. The air outside is turning really, really red. I mean Mars level red. To this day, I’ve never seen anything like it. A dust storm on steroids. Honestly, it was so red it was almost purple. It felt like we were on another planet.
Then the radio starts going off.
I’m paraphrasing here, but the battalion commander gets on the net and says: “Guidons, Guidons, this is Iron Knight 6. Air is RED. I repeat Air is RED. Reports indicate the enemy is attacking on all fronts. Prepare to defend yourselves.”
And I’m like… WHAT. THE. F*CK. This is GWOT. I was promised salsa nights and an endless supply of Rip-Its. But not for D/1-66. Not for us. I thought this was Iraq, not Guadalcanal. I was wrong.
Sure enough, the enemy starts hitting us everywhere. Full scale coordinated attacks. They even showed up in uniforms, black outfits, green headbands. They looked like Temu Ninja Turtles. I’m told they hijacked an Iraqi BMP on Route Predators, which an Apache had to destroy. I didn’t see it myself, but that’s what was reported.
They were attacking an Iraqi checkpoint (CP17) just outside our COP, trying to gain control of a bridge over the canal. Arrogant bastards. I remember being filled with righteous indignation that they would even dare.
We mount up: MRAPs, my up armored HMMWV, and a couple Bradleys, and roll out to counterattack. The Iraqi police were in full retreat. We managed to push the enemy out of the checkpoint before they seized it. Thankfully counterattacking at the precise moment.
We also pushed them off the bridge, but couldn’t cross it with the whole platoon. Once they retreated into the neighborhood across the canal, we were stuck. It turned into a stalemate. We only had 20 guys in the fight, so ditching the vehicles to go door to door was a nonstarter… although one of my squads still tried. SSG Myers' boys? Or maybe SSG Bryant. @Primz94933160 might remember, he earned his CIB there clearing a few enemy positions with rifle fire and grenades. But after awhile they culminated and had to fall back.
Meanwhile I’m stuck in the HMMWV on the canal bridge, trying to coordinate the fight, when we start taking 60mm mortar fire. Yeah American 60s. No idea how they got them, but they were walking them in close enough that I had my driver move around a bit mostly just to make myself feel better. One spot is as good as the next in those situations.
I was preparing to dismount, then we start taking sniper fire. I assume it was a Dragunov. One round hits my window. Then another. Now I can’t see out of the right side of the truck. To any combat vets who’ve been there, yeah, you know the feeling. It’s not panic. It’s just… annoying. Nevertheless, I was pinned.
My gunner trades fire with them for a while. My PSG also engaged from his Bradley with 25mm. I tried to discern where the sniper(s) and the bulk of the enemy force was. Then I call in a linear target for artillery. Battalion ended up servicing the area with 120mm mortars instead. I think it helped? Maybe? I didn't even see where the rounds landed so I couldn't adjust fire. Either way, the fight kept dragging on. As the air cleared, we finally got some fast movers and had them drop ordnance on the buildings.
Eventually, we ran out of ammo. They ran out of ammo. We went back to the COP. The enemy fell back. I remember that even our company commander @jonathan_b94376 dusted off his tank (The Horned Frog) and got it into the fight. At least I think it was his. It provided cover for us while we fell back to the COP. Anyone who knows GWOT knows how rare it was to get a main battle tank into the fight. I remember sitting there thinking: What the hell just happened?
A day or two later, we watched a funeral procession from that neighborhood roll past us, headed down to the graveyard in our AO. It was massive. A lot of people died. Were they enemy? Were they civilians? To this day, I don’t know.
Lesson: In war, survival is the only morality that matters in the moment. So the next time you feel like judging a firefight from your laptop, just remember: We weren’t trying to win hearts and minds. We were trying to not die. We all survived unharmed. The enemy fell back. I would level an entire neighborhood to protect even one of my men. And I'd do it again.
***The video was a clip from when we pushed the enemy off of the checkpoint but were about to cross the bridge. Seconds before entering the abyss.***
Newark, N.J. (May 30) — Antifa and far-left rioters use their mass-distributed riot gear to try to scare the police horses into throwing off the officers.