disheveled PAO in possum clothing 🏳️‍🌈

Someone has to get these men to wash their buttholes.

I love how every Dem candidate decided their passion was cheap gas these last few months after trying to stop us oil production for years.

What doesn’t sit well with me here may surprise you. I fully expect a demon to tell me they’re a demon. I don’t act surprised when they say they want me and my people dead. In fact, I respect it. They’re brazen enough to draw the line and declare themselves my enemy. What I can’t abide is the response to it here in this video. The man is wearing a shirt with an American flag. Like the flag is pointing toward the attack, such as on our uniforms. When confronted with a diatribe about she wants him dead, he simply responds back with “I will pray for you”. I find this response to be weak and pathetic. And if it is what it truly means to be “Christian” then I want no part of it. I of course know that isn’t what being “Christian” means, but that’s what it’s become for men like this. Endless mercy and virtue signaling. So the victim doesn’t have to show bravery at all. Turning the other cheek to literal death. No. NO! I respect the enemy who declares themselves so. I have the opposite feeling toward those who look like my allies yet fold like a wet blanket at threat of death. It is long past time to confront these people. Talking to them is harmful. There must be consequences for these actions. They killed the last guy who spoke for us. Now people like me are all that’s left. And I’m not alone. We aren’t interested in showing endless patience and mercy to those who openly want us dead. And we certainly aren’t praying for them. We only pray for only one thing now: victory. May the most intolerant side win. The fate of civilization itself hands in the balance.

Are we voting Wes Moore out ?

Differences between the UK and USA in one tweet. The US one is also 2-3 years old

It is my professional assessment after decades in uniform that the single greatest threat to military readiness is the U.S. Army officer corps’ inability to tell the truth. For decades, the readiness culture has been built on literal lies, and must be rebuilt from the ground up.

Thankfully, I've never been raped, but I seriously have no empathy for a woman who waits years to accuse someone. If it happened, report it... IMMEDIATELY. Get the evidence secured. Help catch the guy. Did you say that you didn't report it because of "shame?" The shame lies with the perpetrator. Be reasonable or hold your peace and let God fight your battle. Memories fade, and circumstances can get exaggerated after years of replaying unpleasant memories. Why do the courts (including the courts of public opinion) continue to give credence to these women? Anyone can say anything, but the only reason that I'll support conviction is if there is evidence, not eyewitnesses years later, just concrete, pure evidence. Just my opinion.

You have $10 to beat the Sentry Who you choosing?

RFK: "There's five hundred million Arabs in the world. And yet they don't produce science. They don't win the Novel Prize. They don't win the Fields Prize. They don't win the Wolf Prize. They don't produce literature."

Oh I have not yet begun to worry them yet. I’ve dealt with this for far too long and seen far too much. From this point forward, any threats (either personal or professional) will be ruthlessly retaliated against by me and the alliances I’ve forged. I may not succeed in deterring or defeating every attack. But it’ll be a fight. I will make every last one of them famous by dragging them into the sunlight for the world to see. I’m not interested in worrying about what they’re going to do. It’s time for them to start worrying about what we’re going to do. We won’t be intimidated by demons openly frothing at the mouth over our annihilation.

This isn’t a classroom. And it’s not your Ivy League syllabus. I’m not here to cherry pick history to fit your comfort level. This page isn’t about preserving feelings. It’s about preserving truth. You’re going to learn about all kinds of Americans here. The brilliant. The broken. The brutal. The redeemed. And yes, today, that includes Robert E. Lee. One of the finest battlefield commanders to ever walk the face of the earth. But this post isn’t really about Lee. It’s about what’s coming if you don't wake up and understand ALL of the American condition, not just the parts you like. And what history refuses to let us forget. Spare me your pearl clutching cries of “traitor.” You want only the parts of the American experiment that make you feel good? Too bad. Battle it out in the comments. You don’t get to cherry pick the Republic. You’re going to get all of it: the glory, the grief, the blood, the brilliance. Because believe it or not, that’s how we heal this ridiculous divide. Not by erasing history. By facing it, whole. Lee was mythic in his own time, and while still in uniform no less. I can count on one hand the number of military leaders in world history who held that kind of gravity. His mere presence on the battlefield moved thousands. His men believed he rode with God. And his enemies feared he commanded the wind. Why? Because Lee was the perfect storm of lethal factors, a man forged in pressure, faith, and brilliance: He possessed a battlefield mind that bent terrain, timing, and psychology to his will. He spoke softly, but carried the moral weight of a holy man, which made others fight for him as if fighting for something divine. He was the living embodiment of a region’s grief, pride, and wrath. He never had to scream. His silence made others move. The most dangerous man in any war is the one who didn’t want it, until you gave him no choice. Lee was that man. And that’s why he was so effective. You want to understand Lee? Then understand the war he fought in. Don’t give me another surface level take about rifled muskets and outdated tactics. That’s not why it was the bloodiest war in our history. The Civil War was decades in the making. The riots. The compromises. The moral rot no one wanted to confront until it swallowed the whole nation. It was what happens when generations ignore the pressure, until it explodes. And when it did, men like Lee, Sherman, and Grant emerged. They didn’t crawl out of textbooks. They rose out of chaos, because the times demanded them. Half of you are begging for civil war now, without the faintest idea what that would mean. You think GWOT was bad? You cry over civilians killed in drone strikes? That horror would pale next to a war of brother against brother, of neighborhoods torn apart by blood and belief. Because you end up hating someone exactly as much as you once loved them. And how much more do you love your fellow countryman than some stranger in a foreign land? And here’s what you don’t see: Those archetypes, the Lees, the Shermans, the Grants? They already live among you. Quiet. Unknown. Watching. You think they’re extinct? They’re not. They’re waiting. And if the hate keeps boiling, they won’t stay unknown for long. So yes, on this page, you will hear their names. You will study their victories and their sins. And I won’t soften the blow of reality just to make you feel better. Because history doesn’t need your approval. It needs your attention. The lesson? No war is more brutal than the ones we fight with ourselves. And no man is more dangerous than the one who wanted peace... until you gave him no other choice. That’s what the Civil War was. And that’s what you’re playing with now. So keep screaming in the comments. Just know you’re screaming at the future you’re helping create.

I suggest anyone operating under the fantasy that the Civil War would be fun for anybody go check out my book American Apocalypse. It attempts to disabuse people that notion. Link below. @infantrydort

It's blowing my mind how many grown adults think it's unreasonable to ask them to clean up their own dirty dishes when they rent a house with a full kitchen.

Turns out I’m not getting married anymore because I suggested my fiancé gets rid of his ex wife remains.