Author: Brandon Webb

Media fears peace with Trump’s name on it. Ukraine talks test his deal style while Gaza grinds toward a grim Israeli-controlled end.

Trump floats a domestic Quick Reaction Force: 600 Guard troops on standby to quell unrest fast—praised as safety, feared as overreach.

Anchorage wasn’t pageantry—it was the tell that with Europe folding and Washington hedging, Zelensky is bluffing a low pair at a high-stakes table where Trump and Putin rake the chips.

The same guys who once tried to crucify me for telling our stories are now slinging war tales to sell vitamin gummies with discount codes, and the hypocrisy is louder than any gunfight we ever fought.

America’s two-party system is a rigged casino where the house always wins, and the house is owned by corrupt lifers, corporate lobbyists, and political cowards selling your future by the pound.

Hamas isn’t fighting for freedom—they’re a death cult that turns ceasefires into reload breaks and children into human shields.

That M60 didn’t shoot — it roared, like it had a vendetta against the atmosphere and wanted everyone within three zip codes to know it.

The VA isn’t treating veterans — it’s sedating them into silence, one cocktail of mind-frying meds at a time.

Once the dolphin has tracked you down, it butts you; the needle shoots out and pokes you, creating an embolism. Within moments, you’re dead. 

There are no cheat codes or hall passes in Navy SEAL Training. But these three steps will help you along the way.

When bullets start flying, you don’t rise to the occasion—you fall to the level of your training, so train your family like their lives depend on it, because one day they just might.

America’s not broken—it’s running 2025 problems on 1776 software, and the system crash was long overdue.