Dear @Sony
This PlayStation 5 was the last console I’ll ever purchase from you.
I have been loyal since PS1.
Loyalty means nothing to you so it ends here.
My next gaming system will be a pc.
Also fuck you.
Andrew Nguyen, former US Army Ranger with over four years as a Team Leader in 1st Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, and two combat deployments to Afghanistan.
The 75th Ranger Regiment is the Army’s elite light infantry assault force, designed to launch anywhere on the globe inside of 18 hours and strike the enemy's hardest targets with direct-action missions.
Securing the Ranger tab is one of the most demanding achievements a soldier can earn, and commanding a team inside the Regiment raises the bar even higher. Nguyen met both standards.
In addition to his military service, Andrew is also a Pat Tillman scholar, graduating from Yale in 2022, and currently attending Harvard for his M.D.
"Rangers Lead The Way"
Every single Muslim holding public office in America is a trojan horse, and a threat to both national security and our republic.
We refuse to be silent.
I want to ask the students screaming “Death to America”, do you have any idea what happens when American values die?
Because I do.
My family fled Iran, a country where freedom died. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
You think America is oppressive because you have never experienced real oppression.
You think silence is violence because you’ve never been silenced.
You think words are dangerous because you have never watched a government drag someone away for speaking them.
You think capitalism is evil because you have never stood in a bread line.
You think borders are immoral because you have never had to flee across one.
You think revolution is romantic because you have never had a revolution take everything from you.
I have.
And that’s why I refuse to be quiet.
On this day in 1944, Theodore Roosevelt Jr. died in his sleep in a stone farmhouse in Normandy. He was 56 years old, and he had spent almost his entire adult life trying to be worthy of a famous last name.
He was the eldest son of President Theodore Roosevelt. In the First World War he went to France and was gassed and badly wounded at Soissons leading his men. That same summer his younger brother Quentin, a pilot, was shot down and killed over France. Ted came home with lungs and a leg that never fully recovered, and before he even left Europe he helped found the American Legion so that ordinary soldiers would have someone looking out for them.
Between the wars he did almost everything. Governor of Puerto Rico. Governor General of the Philippines. Businessman, explorer, writer. He could have spent the Second World War safe behind a desk. Instead, at 54, arthritic and walking with a cane, he talked his way back into uniform and into combat.
By 1943 he was fighting in North Africa and Sicily under Terry Allen, and their loose, unpolished, soldier-first style rubbed General Patton the wrong way. Patton had them both relieved of command. Roosevelt didn't sulk. He asked for another job, any job, as long as it kept him near the fighting. They made him assistant commander of the 4th Infantry Division.
Then came D-Day. He hid a heart condition from the Army doctors. He wrote to his commander three separate times, in writing, begging to go in with the very first wave rather than watch from a ship. He was the only general to land in the first wave on any beach that morning, the oldest man in the invasion, walking through machine gun fire with a cane in one hand and a pistol in the other.
The boats came in a mile off course. Officers froze. Roosevelt limped up and down the beach under fire, studied the ground, and said, "We'll start the war from right here." Then he spent the morning waving men forward and sorting out the chaos so calmly that terrified 20 year olds looked at this old man with a cane and decided that if he wasn't scared, they wouldn't be either.
His son Quentin, named for the uncle killed in the last war, landed at Omaha Beach the same morning. They were the only father and son to come ashore together on D-Day.
He died a month later. A heart attack in his sleep. And here is the part that gets me. On the very day he died, the orders had just come through promoting him to major general and giving him his own division. He never saw the paperwork. He never knew he'd earned the Medal of Honor either.
At his funeral his pallbearers were seven of the most famous generals of the war, Bradley, Hodges, Collins, Barton, Huebner, and George Patton. The same Patton who had fired him. Patton wrote in his diary that Roosevelt was one of the bravest men he had ever known.
Years later Omar Bradley was asked to name the single most heroic thing he witnessed in all of World War II. He didn't pause. He said, "Ted Roosevelt on Utah Beach."
US Marine Colonel Elizabeth Pham is living proof that you can come to America with nothing and become something extraordinary.
Born in Seattle to immigrant parents, she earned her wings as an F/A-18 Hornet pilot and went on to fly over 155 combat missions in Iraq during Operation Iraqi Freedom. She logged more than 1,000 mishap-free flight hours in the Hornet and earned the prestigious “Top Hook” award during training.
She later held key leadership roles at the squadron and Headquarters Marine Corps level and supported major exercises across the Indo-Pacific while flying the UC-12W.
Colonel Pham didn’t make excuses; she became a combat-proven Marine aviator and leader.
This is what the American Dream actually looks like.
Two hundred and fifty years ago today, fifty-six men signed their own death warrants.
That is not a metaphor.
Putting your name to the Declaration of Independence was treason against the Crown.
The penalty for treason was the rope.
Every man who signed knew that if the revolution failed, his signature was the evidence that would hang him.
They signed anyway.
These were not desperate men with nothing to lose.
They were lawyers, merchants, planters, and physicians.
Men with land, money, families, and comfortable lives.
They had everything to lose, and they wrote their names down anyway, in ink, where the King could read every one.
Then the war came for them.
Richard Stockton of New Jersey was dragged from his home and thrown in a British prison.
He came out with his health broken and never truly recovered.
Carter Braxton of Virginia watched the British navy sweep his ships from the sea, and much of his fortune went with them.
John Hart was driven from the bedside of his dying wife.
His fields were burned, his mill destroyed, his children scattered into hiding.
He spent more than a year sleeping in forests and caves while soldiers hunted him.
He came home to a fresh grave and an empty house.
That was the cost.
Not a slogan. Not a parade. The actual price, paid by actual men, with their homes and their families and their names.
They closed that document with a single line.
They pledged to each other their Lives, their Fortunes, and their sacred Honor.
And every one of them was asked to make good on all three.
Two hundred and fifty years later, we are still free because they were not afraid.
Happy Independence Day.
Spend it like it was expensive.
Because it was.
🦋
Trump, 2018: "Haiti is a sh!thole country."
Hollywood Libs: "Haiti is a great, truly beautiful country. Trump is a r*cist!"
Trump (& SCOTUS), 2026: "Temporary means temporary, Haitians have to return home to their great, truly beautiful country."
Hollywood Libs: "Haiti is a sh!thole country. They must be allowed to stay forever."
CHECKMATE, LIBTARDS.
WHY ARE HOLLYWOOD LIBS LIKE THIS?
She was the highest ranking Vietnamese American woman ever to command an operational brigade in the U.S. Army.
Her name is Danielle Ngo.
It was April 29, 1975. The day before Saigon fell.
Her mother, Thai-An, just 24 years old, carried Danielle and her baby sister Lan-Dinh up the ramp of a U.S. military cargo plane as North Vietnamese rockets rained down on Tan Son Nhat airport. Soldiers were pushing equipment off the back of the aircraft to make room for refugees.
They were among the last people to make it out of that airport.
Her father was not on that plane.
He was a captain in the South Vietnamese army and he stayed behind to keep fighting as his wife and two small daughters fled.
It would be years before he made it to America and saw his family again.
A week earlier, the South Vietnamese government had restricted travel. Danielle was in the seaside town of Vung Tau, away from her mother. Her grandfather refused to let the family be separated with the country collapsing around them.
So he took eight buses and scooters across a war zone to bring the three-year-old back to her mother's arms.
And when the moment came to say goodbye, knowing he could not go with them, her grandfather knelt down, folded a U.S. one-dollar bill, and tucked it into her little shirt pocket.
It is the only thing she remembers from the day she became a refugee.
The plane landed on Wake Island, a speck in the Pacific 2,300 miles from Hawaii. They spent three months there in a refugee camp, waiting to learn if any country would take them.
America did.
After camps in Hawaii and Arkansas, an uncle sponsored them, and the family finally settled in Massachusetts. They lived in subsidized housing for eight years. Danielle and Lan-Dinh were the only Vietnamese girls in their school. Their mother worked her way through an associate's, a bachelor's, and a master's degree, and insisted the children speak only English at home so she could learn it through them.
When Danielle was seventeen, she asked her mother to sign her enlistment papers so she could join the Army Reserve.
Her mother resisted with a sentence only a refugee mother could say:
"I didn't pull you out of a war for you to go back into a war."
But Danielle had already decided. As she put it: "I signed up for the Army because my mother said it was the Army that rescued us."
The Army had carried her out of Saigon. She was going to give it her life in return.
She enlisted in 1990 and earned her degree from UMass and her commission from Boston University in 1994, choosing one of the hardest, most male-dominated paths in the force: combat engineering.
She didn't want the safer assignments. She wanted airborne. She wanted combat units.
In 2001, she became the first female company commander in a combat engineer battalion attached directly to a combat brigade.
She deployed to Bosnia. To Iraq, where her brigade was part of the 4th Infantry Division during the operations that captured Saddam Hussein. To Afghanistan to help plan the surge.
She commanded the 52nd Engineer Battalion at Fort Carson, whose soldiers cut fire lines through the Waldo Canyon and Black Forest wildfires, two of the most destructive in Colorado history. "I guess you could call us the natural disaster battalion," she said.
In 2016, she took command of the 130th Engineer Brigade in Hawaii, becoming the highest-ranking woman of Vietnamese descent ever to command an operational brigade in the U.S. Army.
By 2021, the Army described her as the highest-ranking active-duty woman of Vietnamese descent in the entire force, second only to Major General Viet Xuan Luong.
She retired in April 2023, after 33 years.
She went back to Vietnam years later and found her grandfather, the man who took eight buses and gave her a dollar. They could barely speak, her Vietnamese had faded, his English was thin, so they sat in his little art shop and passed handwritten notes back and forth.
Hello Senator....
This November it will be 50 years since you were first elected to Congress, so we want to be the first to say .
"Happy 50th Anniversary of drawing a taxpayer funded salary."
That is quite an achievement.
In fact - you are 2nd longest-still serving member in Congress.
It has been a long time since you held a private sector job.
AND yes 50 years ago - in 1976 (it was America's Bicentennial that year) - people still punched clocks back then. The world has changed a lot.
During your 50 years in Congress - you watched as the creators and inventors and producers changed the world, creating trillions in new wealth, millions of new jobs and dramatically raising living standards for everyone rich and poor alike.
And for 50 years you have voted to raise taxes and regulate and oversee every move of the private sector.
You have never created or invented or produced. Just taxed and regulated and outraged.
But thank you for using the platform the "TRILLIONAIRE class" has provided to the entire world for free to tell us all how disgusted you are.
We would never know otherwise.
Look, I get it. A lot of us are demoralized watching RINOs and Chamber of Commerce types run for office. They talk tough but sell us out for cheap labor and open borders every single time.
But here’s the brutal truth: sitting home or splitting votes isn’t an option.
This midterm, we vote the RINOs out and replace them with people of real substance — fighters who actually stop immigration .
If we don’t act and Democrats regain power, they will flood us with forty million more illegal aliens, which they will then legalize. Then the country is lost forever.
This is the hill.
Stand.
Vote like your future depends on it.
Because it does.
South Vietnam could have been saved. But Congress and society acted selfishly. Corruption and the media did it all. Although the country had a huge chance to become the best version of the Asian country
Today we solemnly remember the anniversary of the Fall of Saigon, also known as Black April, when countless Vietnamese fled their homeland in search of freedom and the hope of a better life. We honor the resilience of those who rebuilt their lives in new lands, and we remain deeply grateful to the American servicemembers who made the ultimate sacrifice, standing alongside the South Vietnamese in defense of liberty.
South Vietnam didn’t fall because it was beaten. It fell because it was betrayed.
Fifty-one years ago today, April 30, 1975, the last American helicopter lifted off the Saigon embassy roof.
We had won. Nixon and Kissinger’s Paris Peace Accords forced the North to recognize South Vietnam’s sovereignty. America promised air power and supplies if they violated it. The ARVN was finally ready to defend itself.
Then Watergate. Democrats won huge majorities in 1974. They slashed aid by over 75%, banned any U.S. response to Soviet rearmament of the North, and watched as the Communists violated every agreement.
No bullets. No gas. No tires for their Jeeps.
South Vietnam collapsed—not from lack of courage, but abandonment by the same Democrats that sent our sons to die there a decade earlier.
What followed wasn’t peace. It was hell.
The Domino Theory wasn’t wrong. Cambodia and Laos fell. Pol Pot—praised by the American left as “Cambodia’s George Washington”—murdered 1/3 of his own people.
A million sent to re-education camps in Vietnam. Half a million murdered. Two million boat people fled; nearly half a million drowned.
I was eight, standing in a church hall in Arkansas, looking up at a South Vietnamese flag on a refugee’s lapel. I just wept and said “I’m sorry” over and over.
We should all still be sorry.
This wasn’t inevitable. It was engineered in Washington.
Just like the fall of China in 1949. Christian anti-Communist leaders betrayed by Democrats in both cases—Chiang by Truman, Diem by JFK—then the deluge.
Nixon was right in No More Vietnams: When America fights, fight to win with overwhelming force. Never send troops without vital interests at stake. Once committed, keep your word to allies. Peace comes through strength, not weakness.
We forgot those lessons.
In 2021, Biden gave us Saigon 2.0 in Kabul. Allies abandoned. Billions in weapons to the enemy.
Desperate people clinging to aircraft. Women enslaved again. Credibility shattered. Then came Ukraine.
It’s dangerous to be an American ally when Democrats hold power.
The men who fought in Vietnam—American and South Vietnamese—were heroes. They didn’t lose. They were betrayed.
Fifty years on, remember why Saigon fell. Honor that noble cause. Resolve: No more Vietnams. No more Afghanistans. No more betrayals.
America must lead with strength, clarity, and resolve. Freedom isn’t free. The price of abandoning it is always paid in blood.
I wrote a longer essay detailing this. You should read it. Link in my bio.
Never forget.