The last thing I’ll say about the martyrdom narrative is this: if you’re worried this will cause islamists to rise up and become militant in the west, you’re right. If you’re scared of that confrontation, you’re wrong. Our civilization has basic rules. Rules like don’t kill your neighbor. Especially your brothers and sisters in arms. If we want to avoid killing terrorists publicly because we are afraid of what others will do, that is slave behavior. It is appeasement. If this execution inflames millions of Islamists, let it. Let hatred burn. If there is to be a fight as a result of it, let it come. For if sharing a world with people who want you dead is the new norm, and pretending not to notice is the play, I don’t want it. I’m not going to tip toe around terrorists or potential terrorists hoping they’ll spare me. I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees. And I’ll damn sure take some of them with me before I do. So should you.

This brand of weakness must be removed from civilization if it is to remain civil at all. Civil for the people we care about anyway. And hostile to the people we don’t. I would shoot this terrorist while he was sitting in a wheelchair crying in front of me. I don’t care. You don’t know the world. You don’t know these types of people or what they’ve done. You live in the safest society humanity has ever produced. You don’t know what darkness lurks outside these borders. And the demons we’ve had to face down so you can enjoy this pathetically soft world view. These people strapped bombs to kids with Down syndrome and sent them toward our lines. They raped boys. Woman are not people to them. I’ve seen them drop a dead girl in front of me, ask for money, and left the body. They have sex with animals. They butcher each of for God’s sake. In the most disgusting ways imaginable. Complete dismemberment. Terrorists are not human to me. I have fully dehumanized them in my mind. They’ve made it easy after all. After fighting them in Iraq and Afghanistan, I just don’t fucking care. The fact that you do care about them is your right I guess. You are sheltered after all. But I will kill this paraplegic with my bare hands if ordered to. My only regret would be that he could only die once, so I could fucking do it again.

The Media Only Loves Us When We’re Dead: Part II I’m not done with this "reporter" yet. And I won’t stay silent while the media drags warfighters who bled for this nation and are now trying to make it better. I’ll be honest, I’m ashamed I didn’t look deeper into the story of @SeanParnellUSA sooner. The GWOT cuts too close to my own scars, so I looked away from the broader history. But not anymore. Media scrutiny isn’t new. Even George Washington was mocked in print. But the latest attacks on Sean Parnell say far more about the press than they do about him. So pause and remember where you were on June 10, 2006. 1. The most popular song was Hips Don’t Lie. 2. The top movie was Cars. 3. And Sean Parnell was leading 39 men through a mountain ambush by over 250 enemy fighters. He was wounded three times, and stayed in the fight. By the end of that deployment, 85% of his platoon had been wounded. Funny how you only get one Purple Heart for taking three hits in one battle, but a thousand paper cuts from the press for doing nothing wrong. So let me get this straight: guys like him are good enough to fight your wars, bury their friends, and carry the silence of it all for the rest of their lives, but not good enough to help fix the institutions that failed them? Who better than them? You think you're criticizing one man. But behind every name you recognize is a platoon’s worth of warriors you never will. Quiet. Steady. Carrying the same resolve that got them all home. And whether you realize it or not, the hopes of a generation of warfighters rest quietly on his and @PeteHegseth's shoulders. You forget: the fire that forged these men didn’t burn them up, it tempered them. And here’s the part you never seem to learn: If you keep mocking the warriors who came home and tried to lead, don’t act surprised when fewer of them show up next time. Why would they? Or maybe that’s the media's goal? But it won't work. Because in this country, it seems the only time the media honors them... is when they’re coming home in a box draped in the American Flag. ***Please share this widely to counter the harmful "media" narratives that exist to malign warfighters who bled in battle and are trying to make a difference.***

Jeff Bezos @JeffBezos , I’m asking you to look at this once through the eyes of the people wearing the uniform since you own @washingtonpost. We volunteered and accepted the bargain. Missed birthdays, broken bodies, years away from our families, hostile fire, and the possibility that if we die, our families get roughly $500,000 in life insurance. In much of America today, that barely buys a house. We know our lot and we’re not complaining about it. But the job is hard enough without having to wonder whether an American newspaper is going to publish classified wartime command deliberations because its newsroom despises the administration and wants another cheap political scalp. Fight the President, the Secretary, the Pentagon. Whatever, that’s politics. But when the ammunition for that fight is information tied to ongoing operations and the private judgments of senior commanders, you’re spending our risk to buy your headline. That’s the part WE need you to understand. Murphy already gets a vote. So does the enemy. Exhaustion, bad intelligence, mechanical failure and plain rotten luck all get votes. We volunteered to face those things. We did NOT volunteer to become collateral damage in the Washington Post’s feud with an administration it hates. Your reporters will publish the piece, watch the engagement numbers, and go home. Some American kid will still be standing watch when they do. Jeff, give us a fucking chance. Come on man. You’ve got to clean house at that paper. The journalists are too blackpilled to be of any use anymore. In fact, they’re literally harming us. Our brothers and sisters are in a worse situation now due to this reporting. Don’t agree with the combat operations, fine. But come on. Leaking an SDOB? That’s objectively insane behavior. ***to my followers: share so we know he sees this.***

THE COST OF THE ARENA There is something obscene about a country asking a man to walk into hell, then recoiling because he comes home smelling like smoke. This is all tied to our recent discussions about “merit”. We take young Americans, hand them rifles, send them across oceans, and ask them to become intimate with things most lawmakers, journalists, and professional moralists will spend their entire lives safely avoiding. Then years later, some of those veterans are called to serve for something important and suddenly the people in the balcony become forensic experts on every ugly year of their lives. Maybe they drank too much after the war. Perhaps their relationships were a wreck. They behaved badly and struggled. Look at him! Look how dirty he is! No. Fucking. Shit. You sent him into the arena. Accountability matters. Some things cannot be excused by war. But neither can redemption be erased because it complicates a confirmation hearing. If a warrior broke, fought his way back, made amends, rebuilt his life and became useful to his country again, that story should count for something more than another line of attack. But it doesn’t, unless you’re lined with gay race communism. Instead, America increasingly wants warriors without scars. We want the violence performed somewhere far away, neatly packaged, then returned to us without residue. And we want men willing to enter the arena, but God help them if they bleed on the carpet afterward. The ugliest part is watching people whose greatest professional danger is a hostile headline point down from the marble seats at the scarred man below and laugh at the mud on his face. You may be physically cleaner than him because you were never in the dirt. But your soul is filthy. And history will not remember your name.

Just imagine that civilization is a ship on the vast ocean. It is the man made vessel designed to keep you from being swallowed by entropy (the water). Now imagine the borders are like the hull. And the swarms of these invaders are the water. Whoever the captain of the ship is, can order the hull plugs to be removed, letting water flow in. Eventually the ship sinks. This metaphor is designed to make you ask why. Why would a boat captain want to sink his own ship? The answer is, of course, demonic in nature. Rooted in the spiritual war that rages in this realm around us. It is anchored in envy. The have-nots viscerally despising those who have. But more importantly, why would the crew (the population) EVER allow the captain to remove the hull plugs in the first place? Wouldn’t mutiny be justified at that point? Mutiny is DEFINITELY justified at that point. Otherwise the captain will sink the ship. Civil war in Western Europe is inevitable. It is not an if. It is a when.

“I have the influence…., I can undo whatever's been done.” What if I told you that's the average take of your average bureaucrat in the Pentagon right now? It's not a one off. These people are not sufficiently demoralized. They still think there is hope. Hope to bring back DEI. Hope to divide the formation by color and creed. Hope to bring back mentally ill people in the formation pretending to be the sex they're not. And most importantly, they hope that the Pentagon courtyard can be set up with a proverbial guillotine to cut off the heads of all who opposed them. You people think it's a fucking game. This isn't a fucking game. They're playing for blood. These people are telling us who the fuck they are. AND I BELIEVE THEM. It's time to start asking what we're willing to do about it.