Author: Brandon Webb

War isn’t dead — it just put on a suit, grabbed a spreadsheet, and learned to choke you out with your own supply chain.

Wall Street’s cocktail-swilling CEOs crying over tariffs is like watching arsonists complain about the heat.

Europe’s leaders are busy sipping espresso and debating climate policy while Putin’s sharpening the knife and eyeing the map.

Switzerland shows what taxes should do. Meanwhile, the US bleeds billions—can Elon Musk’s DOGE fix the wasteful machine?

Real leaders don’t blame ghosts in the machine—they say “I screwed up” and get back to work.

Trump isn’t a saint, but in a world where Washington’s war-hungry elites keep fumbling foreign policy like a greased football, he might be the only guy who actually knows how to make a deal and stop the bleeding.

The loudest guys in the room are usually the most insecure, and in the SEAL and SOF world, the internet has only made their bitter backstabbing even more pathetic.

Navigating the VA healthcare system is like being dropped into a bureaucratic minefield with a blindfold on—except the explosions come in the form of red tape, incompetence, and enough wasted taxpayer dollars to make a Wall Street swindler jealous.

320 million stem cells are inside me right now, working their ass off—if this keeps up, I might just dodge the surgeon’s knife and let my body do what it was built to do: heal.

The cold bit deep, but not as deep as the rage—because after what they did to Torch, there was only one mission left: stack the bodies to God.

The battlefield is shifting, budgets are tightening, and the wolves of war—America’s SOF—are sharpening their fangs, ready to hunt in the shadows no matter how many bureaucrats try to leash them.

Ending the war in Ukraine isn’t about surrender—it’s about unleashing America’s economic strength, stabilizing global supply chains, and restoring U.S. dominance through strategic, hard-nosed diplomacy.