The Joe Biden auto-pen administration didn’t just drop the ball. They hurled it into the abyss and opened the gates to ten million unvetted foreign nationals. Many were violent career criminals, mentally unstable, or openly hostile to the United States. They didn’t immigrate, they trespassed. They squatted. And they were welcomed with a wink and a rubber-stamped stack of phony asylum claims. Let’s stop pretending this was incompetence. This was coordinated, deliberate, and absolutely treasonous. The administration conspired against the American people by greenlighting a full-scale invasion. That’s not immigration. That’s betrayal. Each one of these entries is a separate criminal act. Ten million violations. And who helped? Biden’s auto- pen-pushing bureaucrats and their army of open-border activists, turning the Executive Branch into a cartel-friendly welcome center. That’s conspiracy, plain and ugly. Fixing this requires seven thousand deportations per day. Every single day. Rain o...

The fiery and fearless Amy Jacobson isn’t just a broadcaster, she’s a Chicago institution with a razor-sharp tongue and a mind that cuts through the noise like a blowtorch through butter. She takes the hottest issues, grabs them by the throat, and drags them into the light, live on air. But in a jaw-dropping act of corporate stupidity, the suits at WIND tossed her aside in a so-called “reorganization” that smelled more like inside sabotage. Now she’s unchained, unfiltered, and ready for her next chapter. If WLS AM has an ounce of sense left, they’ll grab her before someone else does. Because Amy Jacobson doesn’t just do radio, she owns it. And when she’s behind the mic, Chicago doesn’t just listen… it wakes up.

For over two decades, Americans have endured one of the most idiotic rituals in modern history, being forced to take off their shoes at the airport like inmates lining up for a cavity search. All thanks to the bloated disaster known as the TSA, a government creation born not out of necessity, but out of Congress’s insatiable lust to waste billions on a make-work program for the barely employable. They rounded up people who couldn’t pass a fast food application test, dressed them in cop costumes, handed them gold badges, and told them they were heroes. What followed was a nationwide reign of incompetence and abuse. These clowns got off on frisking nuns, patting down kids in wheelchairs, and stealing your shampoo while pretending your Converse sneakers were a threat to national security. Every flight was a performance of bad theater, complete with barking orders, pointless delays, and the lovely aroma of 300 passengers’ fungal foot odor wafting through the terminal. And for what? Not s...

Sounds like fiction, doesn’t it? Something out of Stalin’s playbook. But this is the real-life horror show playing out in the land of deep-dish pizza, machine politics, and corrupt judges who smile as they trample the Constitution. Steve Fanady is rotting in the Cook County Jail, now entering his fourth year, not because he broke the law, but because two vindictive ex-wives want a luxury retirement they didn’t earn. And a bunch of hack judges are more than happy to oblige. Fanady has no history of violence. What he does have is a beautiful young daughter who misses him dearly and a target painted on his back. You see, years ago, Fanady lived somewhat large. Nice home, serious income, the kind of lifestyle that makes divorce lawyers drool. Now he’s flat broke, burned by endless legal fees, and being punished for money he doesn’t have. Money that exists only in the imaginations of greedy ex-spouses, delusional lawyers and judges. A trial judge actually guessed that Fanady had millions...

  Forget the fairy tales of six-shot or less showdowns. We’re long past that. Today’s shootouts often involve dozens of fired rounds. Just flip on the news and look at the crime scene photos. Those yellow markers next to all those shell casings? That’s modern reality. The much-hyped 9mm round? Overrated. It’s everywhere, sure, but don’t fool yourself into thinking you’ll get a clean, one-shot stop. You won’t. The only smart answer is to carry a dependable semi-automatic pistol and carry it with at least two spare magazines. I don’t recommend those oversized, awkward extended mags. They get in the way and can screw up your draw or your aim. Instead, practice fast and clean magazine changes until they’re second nature. Now let’s talk about what happens in the dark. You need a compact, high-lumen flashlight. Not to fumble for your keys, but to blind and disorient a potential threat before they can close the gap. Darkness is the predator’s playground—don’t let it become your grave. ...

If you know me, you know this. I live for cameras. Big ones, small ones, hidden ones. They’re expensive, unforgiving, and absolutely essential to doing this job right. Use them correctly, and you’re a star. Use them wrong, or worse, not at all and you’re just another hack with a license. Let me hit you with two hard truths: 1. The best camera is the one in your hand. 2. The worst photo is the one you didn’t take. You’ve got a miracle of technology sitting in your pocket—your smartphone. But like most people, you barely use it. And when you do, you shoot vertical video like a teenage TikTok addict. Knock it off. We live in a widescreen world. Your phone shoots 16:9 for a reason. Want your footage to look professional, not pathetic? Turn that damn phone sideways. No one needs ten feet of floor and a ceiling fan in the shot. Legal Landmines Before you start playing James Bond, don’t be a dumbass. Never, ever record in places where there’s a reasonable expectation of privacy. Bathro...