What if everything you were taught about the Vietnam War is wrong?
What if the domino theory was not wrong?
What if America’s strategic objective wasn’t simply winning battles in Vietnam, but containing the spread of communism across Asia?
What if I told you the communists lost that war?
What if I told you America won?
What if the United States achieved its broader strategic goal?
What if the 58,220 Americans who gave their lives, including my father, whose death was linked to Agent Orange, did not die in vain?
What if that sacrifice was the essential prerequisite for decades of unprecedented security, prosperity, and economic growth across the world?
What if millions of people, especially in Asia and Europe, owe a debt of gratitude to those who fought that war?
What if the story of an American “defeat” became politically useful because it absolved allies of any obligation to carry more of the burden?
What if I told you recognizing America’s victory in that war would strengthen the case for asking prosperous allies to do more for their own defense, allowing the United States to focus our resources on rebuilding at home?
What if I told you that ending socialist spending overseas and lowering the tax burden while rebuilding America is the essential prerequisite for defeating socialism here?
And what if the debate over Vietnam isn’t really about the past but about how we prepare for the next great struggle against authoritarianism?
What if everything you were taught about the Vietnam War is wrong?
What if I told you Vietnam today looks nothing like the communist utopia of Ho Chi Minh dreams?
What if I told you America won the Vietnam War?
"There is no challenge Americans cannot overcome, there is no place we cannot go, there is no goal we cannot reach, and there is NOTHING Americans cannot do." - President Donald J. Trump 🇺🇸
@TheAliceSmith I read the Declaration of Independence out loud today with heartfelt conviction.
It is a work not just of genius, but also of a purity of soul that resonates to this very day.
There have been 4 major revolutions in the past 250 years: American, French, Russian, and Chinese. Only one led to individual rights and prosperity. The others led to mass death and tyranny. The US revolution was unique because it said two things: 1. Our rights come from God not from the govt. 2. Humans are power -hungry so we need to limit govt power. So the next time someone attacks the nation of one revolution that succeeded and recycles the the idea of those that miserably failed, you can ask them: are you ignorant, or malicious?
It is impossible to review the events of the last decade and conclude that it is anything other than divine providence that Donald J. Trump is the President of the United States on the year of America 250, July 4th, 2026.
As I have reported several times and now acknowledged by the Governor of California...Gavin and his wife are under federal investigation... what he failed to tell you... This began during the Biden Admin. Kind of a big detail.
Things that triggered the left this week:
- a clean reflecting pool
- a name on a building
- a murderer getting convicted of murder
- a sporting event at the White House
- a successful IPO
- welders and janitors becoming millionaires
People keep asking: who am I?
My name is Bert Mizusawa. I was born in Hawaii but raised and have lived most of my life in Virginia. I have a lovely wife and wonderful kids who have been supporting me graciously on this campaign.
I got my education from West Point finishing first in my class. Then I attended Harvard Law School earning a Juris Doctor and a Master of Public Policy.
I served in the army for 36 years, achieving the rank of Major General along with awards such as the Silver Star, Bronze Star Medal, and the Legion of Merit.
I was also an attorney, giving me a background in law and politics. I've gained experience in legislative work when I was appointed the role of Professional Staff Member in the Senate for the GOP in the late 90s.
My strength has been in foreign policy where I helped shape and author key elements of the Trump foreign policy doctrine, which became central to the administration's approach.
Now I'm running for Senate to unseat a 17-year incumbent who promised to only run 2 terms.
USA. A potluck. Everyone brings one dish. I have never been so out of my depth in my life.
I was invited to a gathering. "Just bring a dish to share," they said. Simple words. I did not sleep for three days.
Because I understood instantly what this was. A summit. Every guest, a lord of their own house, arriving bearing tribute. And tribute is judged. Tribute is ranked. To bring the wrong dish to the wrong table is to fall in standing before your peers, possibly forever.
So I prepared. I made my finest dish. I carried it to the door with two hands and a straight back, braced for the weighing of my worth.
The first lord arrived with a bowl of orange powder noodles. Macaroni and cheese. The crowd roared. He set it down at the center of the table. The CENTER. I noted this. The center is the seat of power.
The second lord brought a tower of small brown meat orbs in red sauce. "Meatballs," he announced, like a man laying down a sword. They were placed beside the macaroni. A strong showing. An alliance, perhaps.
I studied the table like a battlefield map. Potato salad: defensive, reliable, old money. A vegetable tray, untouched, clearly a hostage offering no one expected to win. And then a woman walked in, raised a flat box overhead, and the entire room turned and CHEERED.
Pizza. She had brought pizza. Store-bought. Still in the box.
I was stunned. She had not even cooked it. And yet the people rejoiced as if a king had entered. I revised my entire understanding of the hierarchy on the spot. Effort means nothing here. Only the roar of the crowd decides rank.
I placed my dish down, humbly, near the napkins. A peasant's position. I accepted it.
And then a man tapped my shoulder, pointed at my dish, and said the words that changed everything.
"Whoa, did you make this? This is amazing. Everybody, you GOTTA try this guy's thing."
The room turned. The room came. The room ATE. My dish vanished in ninety seconds. The pizza woman herself took a second helping and looked at me with respect.
I had won the summit. By accident. With a dish I placed by the napkins.
I understand nothing about this country. I have never been happier. I am hosting the next one.
So tell me, America.
Is there a system to the potluck? A secret rank? A hidden law?
I have decided there is not.
You just bring the thing you love, and everyone eats it, and somehow everybody wins.
It is the most insane way to hold a war.
I will fight in every single one.
"The more homogenous our citizens can be made in these particulars [principles, opinions, and manners], the greater will be our prospect of permanent union."
-George Washington