Tom Micks

ChrisTian, Married, Kids/Grandkids, Retired Air Force, Hockey Official, High School SPED Asst, Paraprofessional, Conservative, 2A, MAGA/Trump Train! DOGE Lover

[Mike Lee @BasedMikeLee]

This video is hilarious

And it makes a compelling case for the SAVE America Act

[Stirrups Now! @uniformcritic]

Your World Champion 1984 Detroit Tigers!

[Ken Blackwell @kenblackwell]

Thomas Sowell is 95 years old.

Let that number sit with you.

Ninety-five years on this earth, and in all of them, he has never held public office, never had a viral moment, never begged for anyone’s attention.

What he has done is write 30 books and spend 50 years of patient research building a body of work that has outlasted every fashionable idea his critics tried to bury him with.

While the loudest voices in Washington were chasing polls and the cleverest minds on campus were chasing grants, Sowell was in the library reading the data, tracking the outcomes, and dismantling one bad idea after another.

He doesn’t argue feelings.

He measures results.

He isn’t selling anything.

His whole approach boils down to one line that every politician and activist in this country should be forced to recite before they open their mouths:

“There are no solutions. There are only trade-offs.”

Sit with that, too.

Every federal program, every mandate, every well-meaning crusade carries a cost, and somebody pays it.

Sowell’s life work has been the simple act of asking who.

Listen to him on the “help” our communities have been promised for two generations:

“I’ve been doing studies now for 20 years of programs designed to increase equality. They increase inequality.”

“Even when the programs are designed for disadvantaged groups, they help the affluent members of the disadvantaged groups, while the lower members of those groups fall further behind than ever before.”

That is the whole affirmative action racket laid out in two sentences.

The kids from the same zip codes as the Harvard faculty get the slot, while the kids from the neighborhoods that actually need a ladder are told to wait their turn.

Sowell says it plain:

“The vast majority of blacks who go to places like Harvard, Cornell, and Stanford are not blacks from the ghetto. They’re from the same neighborhoods as the whites there.”

The race hustlers don’t want you to know that, because they need the grievance to stay in business.

Sowell’s advice to young people cuts right through the hustle:

“Stay away from the race hustlers.”

“Equip yourself with skills that people are willing to pay for.”

That is the whole ball game right there, a matter of skills, work, and accountability rather than slogans, hashtags, or another federal program designed to pad a consultant’s salary while leaving the South Side worse off than before.

Here is the line I want every young person in Cincinnati, Cleveland, Columbus, and every other corner of America to read tonight:

“Much of the social history of the Western world over the past three decades has involved replacing what worked with what sounded good.”

That one sentence explains our schools, our cities, and why the neighborhoods the War on Poverty was supposed to save are in worse shape now than they were before the checks started flowing.

Sowell has pushed a whole generation of us to stop reacting and start asking harder questions.

What are the incentives?

Who actually benefits from this policy?

What do the numbers look like five, ten, twenty years later?

Ask those questions honestly, and the illusion falls apart.

The most dangerous man in America right now isn’t the one shouting on television.

He is the 95-year-old professor in Palo Alto who doesn’t need you to agree with him, because he has the data on his side.

Ninety-five years of telling the truth.

Thank you, Dr. Sowell.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Six weeks after September 11, 2001, twelve American soldiers were quietly loaded onto a helicopter in Uzbekistan and flown over the Hindu Kush mountains in the dead of night.
No tanks. No armored vehicles. No air support waiting on the ground.
Just twelve Green Berets, over a hundred pounds of gear each, and a mission that their own commanders privately doubted any of them would survive.
They landed in a remote Afghan village called Dehi, in the pitch black, surrounded by a country they barely had maps for.
And then someone handed them horses.
Not metaphorically. Actual horses — Afghan stallions, tough as nails and famously difficult to control. Wooden saddles covered in carpet scraps. Stirrups so short their knees rode up around their ears.
Captain Mark Nutsch, who'd grown up on a cattle ranch in Kansas and competed in collegiate rodeos, became trail boss on the spot. For the other ten men on his team — Operational Detachment Alpha 595 of the 5th Special Forces Group — the learning curve was immediate and unforgiving. The first words one of his sergeants learned in Dari were: "How do you make him stop?"
They had linked up with General Abdul Rashid Dostum, a Northern Alliance warlord who controlled thousands of fighters and knew this territory like the back of his hand. The deal was simple: the Americans would call in precision airstrikes from horseback. Dostum's cavalry would do the charging. Together, they would take Mazar-i-Sharif — a Taliban stronghold of 250,000 people — and crack open northern Afghanistan.
Military planners had estimated it would take two years.
Task Force Dagger gave ODA 595 three weeks.
For 23 days of nearly continuous combat, the Horse Soldiers lived like men from a different century. They ate what the Afghans ate. They slept on the ground in freezing mountain passes. They rode trails so narrow and sheer that one wrong step meant a thousand-foot drop. Staff Sergeant Will Summers started the mission at 185 pounds. He left Afghanistan five weeks later weighing 143.
The Taliban had tanks. Soviet-era armor, antiaircraft guns, fortified positions dug into the mountains. Against this, twelve Americans on horseback radioed coordinates to aircraft circling invisibly above, and watched the positions erupt.
On November 9, 2001, they rode into the kind of moment that people are not supposed to experience in the modern world.
Nutsch and his team joined hundreds of Dostum's horsemen in a thundering cavalry charge across an open plain — directly into entrenched Taliban lines. Under fire. At a gallop. Calling in close air support between strides.
It was the first cavalry charge of the 21st century.
It was also the last.
The next day, Mazar-i-Sharif fell. The Taliban's northern stronghold collapsed. Within weeks, the regime itself began to unravel — a domino effect that started with twelve men and borrowed horses in the mountains.
All twelve of them came home.
Zero American fatalities. Against a fortified enemy that outnumbered and outgunned them at every turn.
Today, across from Ground Zero in New York City, there is a bronze statue — sixteen feet tall — of a Special Forces soldier on horseback, rifle across his lap, looking west. It honors ODA 595 and the teams who rode with them.
Most Americans walk past it every day without knowing the story.
Now you do.

[Royce White 🇺🇸 @Highway_30]

Today I'm 35 years old. All praise be to God! I am thankful for another day, another second, let alone another year. Birthdays use to be about celebration, now for me my birthday is more about reflection and gratitude. From a kid with no teeth to a man with a grey beard, time is a precious gift. It always feels a bit strange having a birthday so close to Easter, but I find solace that Christ Is King, he is risen, the resurrection is literal. I'm nowhere near perfect, but I know who to give it up to and I will soldier on another year or as long as he gives me.

Troubling times in our country, as always, in every society throughout history. Peace is a luxury, freedom is a luxury, life itself is a luxury. I just want to say thank you to everybody out there following me, that continues to support and believe in me. I hope I don't let you down too much, but one thing you can count on is I will keep fighting. 35 years old, wow! Where did the time go? So much has happened, so much more to do. Today I say a prayer for all the friends and family that are no longer here. Some of the friends I grew up with didn't make it, I soldier on for them as well.

Drop an American flag in the comments if you love America, say a prayer for me, if you want to give me a present... just repost this message because we need genuine people to lead us out of this mess and I strive to be one of those people.

Royce White for U.S. Senate MN 2026
America 1st, Just Right™️

[Tom Micks @Mixer_6]

@Highway_30 🇺🇸

[Tom Micks @Mixer_6]

@SittnW22407 @JoshHall2024 Plenty of presidents have taken military action against countries without initially going to congress! Would you like a list?

[Tom Micks @Mixer_6]

@WellsJorda89710 Amen to the truth & those he exposed as hypocrites❣️

[USA Hockey @usahockey]

Never gets old 🇺🇸 #WinterParalympics

[USA Hockey @usahockey]

Absolute chills 🦅 #WinterParalympics

[Paula @PEJB1982]

@Timcast So is CBS doctoring video and questions again at 60 minutes. https://t.co/zet46K2OEF

[TaraBull @TaraBull]

Democrats conveniently don't show this video, instead slam Donald Trump at Rev. Jesse Jackson's funeral

[Tom Micks @Mixer_6]

@Bad_Angelk The Dems prob this so!🤷‍♂️

[Tom Micks @Mixer_6]

@ChrisDJackson I’d say a salute wearing a hat is way more respectful than a person checking his watch to see if his “charade” is almost over!

[Tom Micks @Mixer_6]

@Suzierizzo1 Did he check his watch 5 times like Biden did when he received fallen service members?

[Tom Micks @Mixer_6]

@LangmanVince WTF is that?

[Tom Micks @Mixer_6]

@MikePic36487 @EricLDaugh LMFAO🤣

[debivice @debivice]

@VigilantFox

[Vince Langman @LangmanVince]

For all the Democrats in Congress calling the attack on Iran unjustified.

Here's 90 seconds of Democratic leaders justifying what President Trump just did this weekend!