I’m a lifelong Houston Astros fan. Every year for Father’s Day, my kids get me and my wife tickets to a game and we all go together. My wife, my kids, their spouses, and my grandkids.
We were at the game in Houston last night and two things happened that made my night almost as much as being at the game with my family.
The first happened when I paid a vendor with my USAA credit card. She saw the card and said, “just want to thank you for your service.” I thanked her and the two young men (early 20’s or so) in the row in front of me turned around, each shook my hand, and one of them said, “We couldn’t help but overhear. We also want to thank you for your service, sir.” It wasn’t about their recognizing me, per se. It was just very refreshing to see two young guys thankful for another person’s sacrifice. Too often, all we hear about are the entitled, arrogant young generation. Last night just reminded me they aren’t all in that group.
The second thing was at the piano bar in downtown Houston after the game. There were 12 Dutch guys at the table next to us. They’ve been in the US for the past nine days to follow the World Cup. I ended up talking to them for quite a while. This was the first trip to the States for them. They said they had always been told how arrogant and condescending Americans are. They said since they’ve been here, everyone they’ve come in contact with has been overwhelmingly friendly and welcoming. One of them even commented, “Everything we’ve ever heard about Americans is a lie.” I bought a round of drinks for them and told them I was glad they had a good experience in this country and hoped they would return sometime.
Every now and then, I get too sucked into all the negativity that permeates social media and forget that it actually represents an extremely small fraction of the population. Good people still outnumber bad by a huge margin. Last night was my latest reminder not to forget that.
A 24-year-old Polish tennis player arrived in Paris last week ranked 114th in the world, with no sponsors, no guaranteed income, and no certainty she could even pay for her hotel room.
She had to win three qualifying matches just to enter the French Open main draw. Prize money is only paid at the end of the tournament, so a Polish sports drink brand quietly stepped in and covered her hotel bill.
Her name is Maja Chwalinska. And today, she plays in the French Open final.
Before this tournament, she had won exactly one Grand Slam main draw match in her entire career. She had battled depression so severe that in 2021 she couldn't get out of bed. She underwent knee surgery in 2022. She spent years grinding through small tournaments across Europe just to stay afloat.
Then she arrived in Paris, won three qualifiers, and kept winning. Zheng Qinwen. Elise Mertens. Maria Sakkari. Diana Shnaider. Nine straight matches. One set dropped.
She is now the first qualifier in French Open history to reach the final. The last time a qualifier reached a Grand Slam final, it was Emma Raducanu at the 2021 US Open. Raducanu won.
By simply making the final, Chwalinska has earned more prize money than her entire career combined. The runner-up cheque alone is $1.6 million. If she wins today, she takes home $3.25 million.
One week ago she couldn't pay for her hotel room.
I’m sick and tired of it all.
I’m sick and tired of traitors wearing suits and smiles while they sell us out.
Sick and tired of Candace Owens turning every headline into her personal drama tour.
Sick and tired of hearing about Joe Kent, somebody I’d never heard of three days ago.
I’m tired of MTG's Botox sunburnt face and that cheap boxed bleach job she runs through her hair every six weeks.
Tired of Thomas Massie’s Jerry curls looking like he just rolled out of a 70s porn set.
Tired of Tucker Carlson and that weird thousand-yard stare he does like he’s reading your soul.
And this ain’t just a Republican problem.
I’m calling balls and strikes on everybody.
I’m sick and tired of the Krassensteins flooding my feed with their cry-baby rage-bait, racking up hundreds of thousands of impressions while the rest of us grind.
Tired of seeing JoJoFromJerz's face caked in enough makeup to spackle a house.
Tired of seeing that thing on Ilhan Omar’s head.
Tired of Jasmine Crockett’s non-stop loud mouth and AOC’s horse face lecturing me about “systemic” everything while she flies first class.
I’m sick and tired of people who break the actual law never seeing the inside of a jail cell.
Fraudsters, corrupt politicians, pedophiles on the Epstein list.
I’m sick and tired of hearing “no one is above the law” when it’s crystal clear that everyone is above the law except you and me.
I’m tired of good things happening to bad people.
Tired of the worst accounts on X blowing up while honest voices and talent gets buried.
Tired of Hollywood elites and late-night “comedians” telling me how to live while they snort coke in mansions.
Tired of corporate suits pushing DEI quotas that punish hard work and reward skin color.
Tired of teachers in schools sneaking in agendas instead of teaching real history.
I’m sick and tired of people telling me to live my life a certain way so I don’t “offend” folks with mental illness.
Biology isn’t bigotry, and I’m not rewriting reality to make anyone feel special.
But what I’m sick and tired of the MOST…are the people who hate America.
The ones who burn the flag, kneel for the anthem, and scream that this country was founded on “stolen land” and “oppression.”
The ones who flood across our border, take our benefits, wave their own flags, and then trash the greatest nation God ever gave man.
The ones in Congress who call America “racist” while cashing taxpayer checks.
The so-called journalists who apologize for every American achievement like it’s a crime to be exceptional.
These America-haters don’t love freedom, they fear it.
They don’t want opportunity, they want equality of misery.
They push socialism in our schools, woke nonsense in our military, and shame in our hearts because a strong, proud America stands in the way of their globalist wet dream.
Well I’m here to tell you...
I love this country with every fiber of my being.
I love the dirt in my backyard, the fireworks on the Fourth, the smell of barbecue on a summer night, and the fact that my three kids can still dream bigger than anywhere else on Earth.
I love the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, the flag that flies over my house, and the men and women in uniform who’ve kept us free.
I love that we’re the only nation on the planet dumb enough and brave enough to say “give me liberty or give me death” and actually mean it.
I’m done being polite about it all.
I’ll keep writing, keep voting, keep raising my kids right, and keep standing for the greatest experiment in human freedom the world has ever known.
Because if loving America makes me the bad guy…then lock me up with the rest of the patriots.
I’m sick and tired of the haters.
But I’ll never be tired of this country.
MAGA forever.
SENATOR TIM SHEEHY: How many genders are there?
HEGSETH: Two.
SHEEHY: I know that well, I'm a "she-he (Sheehy)." What is the diameter of a rifle round fired out of an M4A1?
HEGSETH: 5.56.
SHEEHY: How many pushups can you do?
HEGSETH: I did 5 sets of 47 this morning.
SHEEHY: Most important strategic base is in the Pacific?
HEGSETH: Guam.
SHEEHY: How many rounds of 5.56 can you fit into the magazine of an M4 rifle?
HEGSETH: Standard issue is 30.
SHEEHY: What size round is the M9 Beretta standard issue sidearm for the military?
HEGSETH: 9mm.
SHEEHY: What kind of batteries do you put in your night vision goggle?
HEGSETH: Duracell.
SHEEHY: You represent what warfighters deal with every day on the battlefield. You understand them. What happens is - decisions made in rooms like this cause d*ad 17, 18, 19-year-old Americans. Your priority is warfighters. I support you.
Time to get loud for @PeteHegseth
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As a former Special Forces Warrant Officer with multiple rotations running counterinsurgency ops—both hunting insurgents and trying to separate them from sympathetic populations—I’ve seen organized resistance up close. From Anbar to Helmand, the pattern is familiar: spotters, cutouts, dead drops (or modern equivalents), disciplined comms, role specialization, and a willingness to absorb casualties while bleeding the stronger force slowly.
What’s unfolding in Minneapolis right now isn’t “protest.” It’s low-level insurgency infrastructure, built by people who’ve clearly studied the playbook.
Signal groups at 1,000-member cap per zone. Dedicated roles: mobile chasers, plate checkers logging vehicle data into shared databases, 24/7 dispatch nodes vectoring assets, SALUTE-style reporting (Size, Activity, Location, Unit, Time, Equipment) on suspected federal vehicles. Daily chat rotations and timed deletions to frustrate forensic recovery. Vetting processes for new joiners. Mutual aid from sympathetic locals (teachers providing cover, possible PD tip-offs on license plate lookups). Home-base coordination points. Rapid escalation from observation to physical obstruction—or worse.
This isn’t spontaneous outrage. This is C2 (command and control) with redundancy, OPSEC hygiene, and task organization that would make a SF team sergeant nod in recognition. Replace “ICE agents” with “occupying coalition forces” and the structure maps almost 1:1 to early-stage urban cells we hunted in the mid-2000s.
The most sobering part? It’s domestic. Funded, trained (somewhere), and directed by people who live in the same country they’re trying to paralyze law enforcement in. When your own citizens build and operate this level of parallel intelligence and rapid-response network against federal officers—complete with doxxing, vehicle pursuits, and harassment that’s already turned lethal—you’re no longer dealing with civil disobedience. You’re facing a distributed resistance that’s learned the lessons of successful insurgencies: stay below the kinetic threshold most of the time, force over-reaction when possible, maintain popular support through narrative, and never present a single center of gravity.
I spent years training partner forces to dismantle exactly this kind of apparatus. Now pieces of it are standing up in American cities, enabled by elements of local government and civil society. That should keep every thinking American awake at night.
Not because I want escalation. But because history shows these things don’t de-escalate on their own once the infrastructure exists and the cadre believe they’re winning the information war.
We either recognize what we’re actually looking at—or we pretend it’s still just “activism” until the structures harden and spread.
Your call, America. But from where I sit, this isn’t January 2026 politics anymore.
It’s phase one of something we’ve spent decades trying to keep off our own soil.