It is long past time for the Federal Communications Commission to stop fainting on the couch over dirty words. Let us drop the fake shock. The F bomb is no longer a linguistic outlier. It is everyday speech. Grocery stores. Job sites. Court hallways. Family dinners when the turkey burns. The language police lost this war decades ago, and the surrender papers were signed in permanent marker. Is it polite? No. That is the point. Profanity exists to add force, volume, and emphasis where ordinary words fail. It is verbal punctuation. An exclamation mark with teeth. These words may have sexual origins, but in modern usage they have about as much to do with sex as a screwdriver has to do with architecture. Most of the time they are insults. Sometimes they are comedy. Often they are pure frustration escaping the mouth at high velocity. What they are not is a threat to civilization. This is, inconveniently for the censors, a free speech issue. The late comedian George Carlin understood t...

Turn on the TV any night and you will see the same rotten story on loop. Americans who did everything right. Worked. Paid premiums. Played by the rules. Then came the moment they actually needed care, and the insurance company slammed the door shut. Claim denied. Coverage “reviewed.” Treatment delayed. People die while corporate lawyers shuffle paper. That is not a glitch in the system. That is the system. And spare me the gaslighting. This is not complicated. Baby boomers like me did not live through this nightmare. We had jobs that came with real insurance. Not marketing brochures. Not fine-print scams. Real coverage that actually paid when someone got sick. So what the hell happened to our kids and grandkids? The legacy media will never tell you the answer because they helped build the mess. When we grew up, borders meant something. If you overstayed a visa, you were apprehended and sent home. Period. By the late 1970s, enforcement got shoved into a drawer, forgotten, and e...

History keeps meticulous records. Humans keep none. What is past is prologue, and once again, nobody bothered to read it. Cue the emotional detonation following the death of Renee Good in Minneapolis. Predictably, grief was immediately repackaged, politicized, and sold at retail outrage prices before the law was even unpacked. Start with the part everyone skipped. The law. The primary federal statute governing interference with federal officers is 18 U.S.C. § 111, titled Assaulting, resisting, or impeding certain officers or employees. This statute applies broadly to federal law enforcement personnel defined under 18 U.S.C. § 1114, including ICE agents while performing official duties. Under 18 U.S.C. § 111(a), it is a crime to forcibly assault, resist, oppose, impede, intimidate, or interfere with such officers while engaged in their duties. “Forcibly” does not require Hollywood theatrics. Courts have consistently held that physical resistance, threats creating reasonable fear, or...

President Trump is being scolded for not briefing Congress before moving to forcibly arrest Nicolás Maduro in Venezuela. Apparently, national security now requires a group chat. Let us count. There are 535 members of Congress. Each one drags along a small army of staffers, interns, aides, consultants, and political parasites. That is not oversight. That is a leak factory. A disturbing number of these people have zero loyalty to the citizens they claim to represent. They swear an oath to the Constitution, then spend their careers trying to carve loopholes through it with a dull spoon. If hypocrisy were fuel, Congress could power the grid. The brutal truth is this. Some members of Congress would sell classified information for a headline, a cable news appearance, or a friendly nod from a foreign adversary. They are not worried about protecting America. They are worried about protecting their ideology. You do not brief people who cannot wait to betray you.

Let me be crystal clear right out of the gate. Any law restricting the possession, manufacture, or sale of machine guns violates the Second Amendment. I do not give a flying shit what politicians or judges think about it. The language is not vague. It is not mysterious. It does not require interpretive gymnastics. It is plain English. Now for some honesty. Shooting full auto is mostly a great way to turn expensive ammunition into noise. Accuracy disappears, ammo evaporates, and the novelty wears off fast. Semi automatic firearms combined with solid marksmanship beat spray and pray nonsense every time. The real attraction to full automatic weapons has never been practicality. It is desire. People want what they are told they cannot have. Forbidden fruit with a selector switch. There are likely millions of machine guns sitting quietly in safes right now, hurting exactly no one and bothering nobody. Yes, legally transferable machine guns exist. The problem is that banning newly manufac...

Some films shout. Others whisper. Shepherds and Butchers doesn’t do either. It stares you down and waits for you to flinch. This is one of the finest courtroom and moral injury dramas most people have never heard of. That is not an accident. It is a consequence of a film that refuses to pander, refuses to sermonize, and refuses to dumb itself down for distracted audiences. The acting is uniformly exceptional. Not “good for a foreign film.” Exceptional, period. The performances feel lived-in, not performed. The accents matter because they are real. The silences matter because they are earned. An imported A-list American cast would have turned this into dialect theater. Instead, the filmmakers trusted actors who understood the world they were portraying. That decision carries the entire film. The story is devastating in its restraint. Rather than attacking capital punishment head-on, the film exposes the psychological wreckage left behind. Not just on the condemned, but on the men tas...