Brian Ruby

I posted this on Instagram yesterday. Posting here today so that everyone can see how ridiculous this situation is. I was the one who made the Alo purchase, in person, in Utah. When we got the call that Charlie had been shot, we rushed from the office and into the airplane. We arrived in Utah with nothing but the clothes we were wearing. We were in those clothes all day at the hospital and slept in them that night. The next morning, our friend Stacy handed me her card, and I went out and picked up some items and toiletries for various team members and Erika. Alo was down the street. Also, if you look closely at the video below, you will see that the photo of Erika’s account was taken at 12:14 pm on March 10. A week before the video was released. That’s not a coincidence. It’s a clear sign this was a planned, manufactured attack. To accuse Erika or anyone else of entertaining a “shopping spree” hours after her husband was brutally murdered is cruel and vicious.

So proud of my friend Dani. She is a Nova survivor who has truly been through hell. Instead of giving in to her fear and pain, she went back to serve. Today she became a captain in the IDF. This is the strength of Israelis.

I'm very thankful that others are beginning to catch on that the revolutionary fervor that is attempting to destroy our constitutional republic is a mutated form of Integralism. This gain-of-function Integralism has a trajectory: a three-legged, Balkanizing, evolving governance model that will eventually lead to the end of cognitive liberty. What packages itself as faithful Christian Nationalism or traditional Roman Catholicism will eventually lead to authoritarianism wrapped within a packaged labeled "for the common good." But once you give into the "the common good" and ditch your liberty and freedom, what is considered "the common good" can evolve in the most evil ways imaginable.

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This has long been a failure of the U.S. government spanning decades: allowing the children of Islamic Republic officials to work in this country while the regime in #Iran takes Americans hostage and plots terror on U.S. soil. nypost.com/2026/03/18/wor…

This in spite of Iran stating just a few days ago that it can't access its enriched uranium because it's all buried under rubble from the strikes in June 2025. US & Israel have a good idea which enriched uranium Iran can get to, if any. We need to just go in & get it ourselves.

Universal rule: the more brutal and effective a weapon platform is, the more the “smartest guys in the room”™️ at the think tanks hate it. See: the recent DEFCON 1 PhD meltdown over Trump Class Battleships.

New York Times has covered the "complicated politics of Rama Duwaji's style' — will they cover her other complicated politics?

New from me: Up to 1.5 million 'American' children are being raised in China thanks to birth tourism and a grotesque interpretation of the 14th Amendment. This decade, many of those kids reach voting age. nypost.com/2026/03/19/us-…

Rama is a homophobe, a racist and an antisemite. The trifecta of an Islamist. Just wait till we find out what she really thinks about white women.

Yeah as ER docs, we get transfers constantly from lower levels of care. We almost always just spin the patient again. Labs get redone also. I’ve never understood how so many smart people can be so incredibly dumb and wasteful. It’s like our trauma centers don’t trust the outside facilities. The waste is incalculable.

@noahkaufmanmd Waste of time and money. Not to mention more radiation exposure. Every private imaging center I’ve seen uploads images to an online portal. Hospitals refuse.

I once had a brain trauma patient transferred into our ER from an outside facility. It was a small brain bleed, but even a small bleed can be life threatening if it grows. Repeat CTs are essential to ensure it’s not growing. The patient didn’t arrive with imaging from the transferring hospital. They simply neglected to send them. We called and asked them to upload the images to an online portal (HIPAA compliant, widely used). They refused. We asked them if they could put the images on to a CD or flash drive and send it over. They refused. The only way they would release the images is if our hospital sent a courier with a records release form to their hospital to pick up a CD. The amount of time that would take made the images meaningless. So we just repeated the CT to get a new baseline. Stuff like this happens every day.

Went to the doctor the other week My wife made the appointment She said I "look tired" I said I am tired She said "not normal tired. Weird tired." I don't know what that means but I went anyway Nice office Fish tank in the lobby Third one this year Signed in at 1:48pm My appointment was at 2:00pm 12 minutes early Because I was raised to believe that matters The receptionist said "the doctor is running a little behind" I said "how far behind" She said "about 45 minutes" I said "so my 2:00 appointment is actually a 2:45 appointment" She said "we appreciate your patience" I said "I haven't shown any yet" My wife grabbed my arm There was a sign behind the desk "Missed appointments without 24-hour notice will incur a $75 fee" The doctor was 45 minutes late Nobody offered me $75 We sat down CNN was playing on mute with subtitles Running a segment about New York City redesigning its trash cans Cost the city $4 million I looked at my wife She said "don't start" Seven magazines on the table All from 2019 I read an article about supply chain disruptions that have since been resolved Very informative My wife was on her phone She looked up and said "WebMD says you might be dehydrated" I said "so we're paying $1,800 for a second opinion on WebMD" She went back to her phone At 2:54pm they called my name A nurse walked me to a room Took my blood pressure Took my temperature Typed for three minutes Then said "the doctor will be right in" I sat on the paper The paper ripped immediately I looked at the wall There was a diagram of a colon Not how I planned to spend my Tuesday 3:19pm The doctor walked in 1 hour and 19 minutes after my scheduled appointment He was looking at his phone Shook my hand without making eye contact Sat down and read my chart for about 30 seconds While I sat there watching him learn who I was He said "so what brings you in today" I said "my wife thinks I look weird tired" He said "what does that mean" I said "I was hoping you'd tell me" He said "when's the last time you had bloodwork done" I said "2019 maybe" He said "we should run a full panel" I said "fine" He asked if I was sleeping well I said "I have three kids and a golden retriever who thinks 3am is a reasonable time to need outside" He said "are you drinking enough water" I said "probably not" He said "that might be it" I said "you think the reason I look weird tired is because I don't drink enough water" He said "dehydration is more common than people think" I said "I've been here over an hour and sat on a piece of paper that ripped to be told to drink water" He said "we'll know more when the bloodwork comes back" I said "when will that be" He said "3 to 5 business days" I said "business days" He said "yes" I said "my blood has business days" He didn't respond Then he said "any other concerns" I said "several. But none you can bill for." He shook my hand again Still no eye contact Total face time with the doctor: 6 minutes Total time in the building: 1 hour and 37 minutes I was examined for approximately 6% of the time I was present I've fired people for better numbers than that My wife was in the waiting room She asked how it went I said "I need to drink water" She said "I told you that last week" I said "yes but now it's a medical opinion so it costs $1,800" She didn't laugh In the car she said "at least now you know you're fine" I said "I was fine when I walked in. I just didn't have the receipt to prove it." She didn't disagree The bloodwork came back four business days later Everything was normal The doctor's office sent a message through their portal It said "results look great. Continue to stay hydrated and follow up in 12 months." Follow up in 12 months To be told to drink water again $1,800 1 hour and 37 minutes 6 minutes of face time One ripped piece of paper And the same advice my wife gave me for free Plz fix. Thx. Sent from my iPhone

Toss another coin into the @ConceptualJames was right jar.

🇯🇵 High School in Japan vs. High School in Muslim countries. I'm sorry but I'll never accept whatever is on the right as "normal".

New Yorkers voted for a radical socialist communist Muslim mayor from Africa who only obtained citizenship 7 years ago. Now they complain that the city is turning into an Islamic hell.

I saw this 15 years ago as a lawyer for a band in northern BC. A Chinese coal company rep handed a band official $20,000 in cash in an unmarked envelope. But that official wasn’t crooked and the band opposed the mine. We took pictures of the cash, gave it back, and took the company to court. The judge shrugged. Company got its permits. By giving tribal leaders a veto over major resource projects, bribery in one form or another is now the ordinary course of business, even if it’s no longer cash in envelopes. Now, it’s billion dollar payouts. This is how reconciliation despite its lofty goals and some well meaning individuals working for indigenous groups, has rapidly corrupted our economy, and will soon transform British Columbia into the third world.

THE KIROV STORY Before we start, I need to make it clear that nothing that happened was my fault. Totally not my fault. So you may or may not have heard of the "Kirov." This was a Soviet battleship straight out of Star Wars. It bristled with radars and every weapon imaginable. To see it out the periscope was to see your life flash before your eyes. It was that terrifying. The background music, Darth Vader's Death March. And Kirov was at an anchorage. The problem? The anchorage was on what was, for us, the wrong side of THE LINE OF DEATH. See, there's a bay off Libya called the Gulf of Sidra. The Line of Death is an imaginary line segment from Benghazi to Tripoli. The water is shallow with a smooth sandy bottom. And the evil dictator of Libya vowed that any American vessel intruding beyond the Line of Death would be fired upon, and that was not an empty threat, since he had the Kirov on his side. So, you might be asking, Mikey, if the Kirov is on the bad side of the LINE OF DEATH, why would you and your submarine decide to sail over the line? Well, I'll tell you why we sailed over the line. There was intel that a Soviet Project 671 Yorsh-class nuclear fast attack submarine would be surfacing and anchoring at the anchorage. We and NATO called the "Yorsh-class" the Victor-class, since, at the time, we in the trenches didn't know what the Soviets called it. You might be asking, Mikey, why would the Victor be anchoring at the anchorage? Well, I'll tell you why the Victor was anchoring at the anchorage. You see, all these Russian ships were from the Northern Fleet. A long way from Libya. And on a 6-month deployment, the boys need some R&R. Some liberty, as the American Navy would call it. And it's not like they could just go ashore to Tripoli or Benghazi. Rumor is, the women there were not (a) hot or [2] loose. You need the correct combination in a liberty port, see? So what did the Soviets do for sailor morale? Well, I'll tell you what the Soviets did. They sailed in a bigass cruise ship, painted gray, which they called the comfort ship. Comfort as in, friendly hot slavic women. VERY friendly. That's right, free hookers for every man Jack on the crew of the Victor. "Captain," I remarked, "I'd really like to go to the Russian comfort ship." So, you want to get in trail of a Victor submarine? Best thing to do is be lurking, waiting for him when he goes somewhere you know he's going to be. None of that open ocean searching. Trouble is, in a shallow water anchorage, how are you going to loiter on-station without being detected, surrounded by Kirov and its accompanying destroyers and frigates, all of them impressively versed in antisubmarine warfare, and, like the Kirov, bristling with weapons? Well, I'll tell you how you loiter without being detected. You sail our submarine DIRECTLY UNDERNEATH THE KIROV. Barely enough room to thrust under there without hitting the bottom or bonking the top of our sail on his keel. Trouble is, the Kirov has a sonar set in the bulbous bow that is so powerful that it boils water when it blasts out a sonar ping. This is not the "one ping, Vasily" bullshit. This is a continuous police siren sound, rising and falling in frequency and never stopping, the sonar electronics able to transmit and receive AT THE SAME TIME. This sonar kills any fish within 500' of it. We called it the Death Ray sonar. It was a terrifying thing. With the shallow bay and the power of the Death Ray sonar, the Kirov, if tipped off that we were inbound, would "snap us up" (detect us) and, emboldened by Libya, put some weapons on us to kill us. I know what you're thinkin'. The Russians wouldn't fire ordnance on an American submarine during the Cold War since that would cause escalation, perhaps even leading to a nuclear exchange. Yeah, tell that to the dead crew of the sunken submarine SCORPION. So how did we avoid getting snapped up by the Death Ray sonar? Well, I'll tell you how we avoided detection by the Kirov. We let it leak through sailors and prostitutes that we'd be sailing into the anchorage on Thursday. When, in actuality, we sailed in Monday. And we hovered and thrusted right under the Kirov's hull, with us rigged for ultra-quiet. Ultra-quiet is a blessing and curse. You tiptoe. No maintenance. If you're not on watch, you are REQUIRED to be in your bunky. But the galley is shut down. You want food? Content yourself with cheese and crackers, buns and cold cuts with mustard and potato chips. A few days at ultra-quiet, you start to miss hot food something fierce. And food on a nuclear submarine is impotent. In all the U.S. military, it is the best food. Closest thing you'll come to Aunt Maude's home cooking. So it's Monday, and we just linger there, underneath Kirov, waiting for the arrival of the Victor. As expected, at dawn on Thursday, Kirov lights off the Death Ray sonar, looking for us. And not finding us, because a sonar like that can't find an object closer than 300 yards or so, and certainly can't find an object directly underneath its hull. But that fucking sonar was blasting out for three days, and was so loud inside the hull that to communicate with someone, you'd need a pad of paper (shouting was bad form during ultra-quiet). Sound can exhaust and fatigue you, which is why it's used in torture. And man, we were tortured by that fucking Death Ray system. Every watch, we'd thrust stealthily out and pop up the periscope to see if we could see the approach of the anticipated Victor. If any Russian sailors would have been out on deck, leaning against the railing, smoking a cigarette, we'd be dead. "Uh, Captain, I saw a periscope." Finally, Mr. Kirov shut down his Death Ray sonar. Our ears rang for days afterward. I wonder how many VA disability claims arose from that event. And praise the Lord Holy God, Victor showed up and moored at anchor and offloaded his officers and ratings in shifts to go to the comfort ship. Eventually, when the entire crew of the Victor was fat, dumb and fucked out, he weighed anchor and sailed off, then submerged into the deeper Mediterranean Sea. With us right behind him. For 40 days and 40 nights, we trailed that Victor with him none the wiser we were there, except when we collided with him - and that was TOTALLY NOT MY FAULT. This was the 56-day run where we ran out of food on Day 40. Sorry kids. No grocery stores 546' beneath the tossing waves of the Med. It's apple juice and coffee for you. For 2 weeks. The captain ordered us to report to him the number of hours of coffee left aboard at the end of each watch. He said, when we got down to 80 hours, we were coming back in. You can't run a nuclear submarine without coffee. People think it runs on bomb-grade uranium. Nope. It runs on coffee. Eventually, P-3 ASW planes dropped sonobuoys at our direction, and another submarine, the SCULPIN, arrived to take over trail of the Victor. Once SCULPIN reported on Nestor UHF secure voice that they'd gotten the Victor, we broke trail and headed for the tender ship off Sardinia. I had a friend on SCULPIN. Later, over bourbon, he confessed that they had the Victor for 40 minutes before they lost him. The Victor sailed off, never to be heard from again. All that, for nothin'. And now you know...the Kirov story. Good day!