I’ve spent decades around principled, conservative Americans who love the Constitution and cherish liberty. At some gatherings, people show films and clips tracing our nation’s founding, exposing early financial corruption, and detailing how control of our monetary system shifted from public to private hands. There’s some disturbing truth in that history, no question. But where the movement veers off the rails is in its legal fantasyland, a place no court in this country takes seriously. Despite the slick rhetoric and seductive promise of freedom from taxes, licenses, and legal responsibility, the cold truth is this: the courts have repeatedly shut down these theories. Every time. Let’s talk names. Winston Shrout, one of the movement’s more vocal figureheads, was convicted in 2017 of issuing fake financial instruments — worthless documents he claimed could discharge debts. He’s now doing ten years in federal prison. Heather Ann Tucci-Jarraf, a former attorney turned sovereign adher...

There’s no doubt anymore. Wednesday night’s bloodbath outside the Artis Lounge on Chicago Avenue wasn’t random. It was a hit. And the primary target appears to have been Mello Buckzz, real name Melanie Doyle, and her boyfriend Devonte Terrell Williamson, 23, who was among the four killed when gunmen opened fire into a crowd of mostly women. Eighteen people were shot. Four are dead. But this wasn’t just senseless violence. This was a music industry beef that ended the way too many of them do in blood. In Chicago’s underground rap scene, egos are bigger than the paychecks, and everyone with a SoundCloud link thinks they’re the next mogul. Look around and you’ll find promoters, producers, and self-declared A&Rs who model themselves after Suge Knight, and not in a good way. They want power. They want control. And sometimes, they want revenge. The rap world has long been haunted by the shadows of men like Suge, think of Irv Gotti, Birdman, Big Meech, and others who blurred the lines b...

Another bloodbath exploded in the heart of Chicago’s so-called “River North”,   not exactly a war-torn country, but you wouldn’t know it from the body count. Eighteen people shot. Four are dead. And once again, the media tiptoes around the real issue like it’s made of glass. This isn’t about skin color. It’s about a toxic, self-destructive culture that’s been coddled, glorified, and excused for far too long. Politicians won’t touch it. Journalists won’t name it. And until someone grows a spine and calls it what it is, we’ll just keep counting bodies. Here’s the scene: a group of mostly women was gathered outside the Artis Lounge at 311 W. Chicago Ave., fresh off a rapper party. Suddenly, a dark SUV rolls up. Gunmen open fire into the crowd like it’s open season. Screams, chaos, bodies hitting the pavement. Blood everywhere. Mello Buckzz,  real name Melanie Doyle was apparently the host of this glamorous disaster. Her boyfriend and best friend are among the dead. That doesn’...

Charles “Chuck” Leto, 55, isn’t rich. He doesn’t own a car, a house, or anything flashy. He’s a quiet, law-abiding Marine Corps veteran who rides a bicycle and takes the CTA from his modest home on the North Side to his seasonal lifeguard job at Douglass Park on the West Side. That’s right. He earns an honest living keeping people safe, not hurting anyone. But in the twisted landscape of Chicago, even that can get you thrown in a cage. Leto is white. And the several teens who tried to rob him were black. That racial dynamic matters because it’s the very element being used to twist the narrative into something it’s not,  a hate crime in reverse, where the guy who defends himself is branded the racist simply for surviving. Then there is an issue of fake news.  They reported that Marjay Dotson was shot in the back.  The truth? The police report I have in my possession says he was struck in his RIGHT FLANK.  Leto’s workplace is a decaying ghetto pool in the West Side w...

When it comes to illegal aliens, the media just can’t stop playing word games. Every few years they come up with a fresh coat of lipstick for the same pig. Anything to make the illegal seem noble. Back in the day, people called them what they were. “Wetbacks” was the term for those who swam the Rio Grande to sneak into the country. Crude? Maybe. Accurate? You bet. Then someone in a newsroom decided “illegal alien” was too honest, too harsh, too real. So they invented the term “undocumented immigrant.” As if the only issue here was a missing permission slip. Right. And a bank robber is just an “unlicensed withdrawal specialist.” Now, with ICE occasionally remembering how to do its job and picking these folks up, the media shifts gears again. Suddenly, they’re not lawbreakers, they’re “fathers” and “mothers.” Because if you give them a title from a Hallmark card, maybe everyone forgets they’re violating federal law. The propaganda machine never sleeps. Meanwhile, the Biden administra...

Since the 2024 election, the Democrat Party has transformed into a rudderless ghost ship, drifting in circles with no captain, no map, and definitely no clue. Picture the political version of the Lost Dutchman, except the crew is made up of virtue-signaling ideologues who just discovered that criminals don’t care about gun control. For years, they’ve preached that guns are the root of all evil. They pushed every law imaginable to make it harder for regular Americans to own firearms, all while living in gated communities and hiring private security. Guns were for the “uneducated,” they said, for the “paranoid,” for “Trump voters.” Now? They’re racing to gun stores like panicked shoppers at a fire sale. In deep blue states, these same liberals are suddenly discovering what a bureaucratic nightmare it actually is to buy a gun. They can’t believe they can’t just walk in, flash their ID, and walk out with a shiny new Sig Sauer. Welcome to the tangled mess of gun laws you cheered for. Wai...