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Victor Davis Hanson: Trump Knows What to Do with Iran, But It Is Politically Impossible President Trump understands the situation in Iran. He could declare victory and halt airstrikes, as most initial objectives have been met, but the political calculus of whether to let the Iranian regime survive or move to topple it is far more complicated. “He’d say, ‘Well, just sit here [Kharg Island] and wait until they go broke. And they will go broke, and the people will take over.’ But politically, that’s almost impossible to pull off. That’s why he’s frustrated. Some days he says, ‘We’re going to negotiate an end any minute,’ or, ‘We’re almost done.’ Other days he says, ‘Give me more troops. Come over.’” @VDHanson said on the newest episode of "Victor Davis Hanson: In His Own Words." youtu.be/_QKB963PZvs

It's no secret that this was written after George Harrison, who was a huge fan, told John Bonham that the problem with Led Zeppelin is that they don't do any ballads. Bonzo brought in the idea, and the rest of the band worked with him to put it together. It is was one of the few Zeppelin songs where all four members shared the composer credit. Jimmy included the first two notes (not chords as it's widely known) of the George's written Beatles song 'Something' in the intro to 'The Rain Song. Led Zeppelin performing The Rain Song live at Knebworth Festival, Stevenage, UK, in 1979

Led Zeppelin performing “Stairway to Heaven” at Live Aid, 1985 — introduced by Phil Collins with Tony Thompson on drums and Collins joining in.

Dire Straits 🎼Once Upon A Time In The West (Live)🎵 Some people get a cheap laugh Breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough for room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yes, once upon a time in the west Yes and it's no use saying That you don't know nothing It's still gonna get you if you don't do something Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course Oh, you could even catch a bullet From the peace-keeping force Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yes, once upon a time in the west Mother Mary your children are slaughtered Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocenti? Heap big trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guessed: once upon a time in the west

Today’s dirt road view from my corner of Montana.

The Beatles - A Day in the Life (1967)

🚨 This is exactly how the 4 moonbound astronauts will travel 400,000 km from Earth. Strap yourself to 4.1 million kilograms of controlled explosion and ride it to the edge of everything humans have ever known. The Artemis II trajectory reveals something most miss about deep space travel: you don’t pilot to the moon. You become cargo on a ballistic arc calculated with mathematical precision that would make ancient astronomers weep. Launch from Cape Canaveral begins with two solid rocket boosters generating 3.6 million pounds of thrust each. These aren’t engines you can throttle or shut off. Once lit, they burn until empty. You’re riding pure chemical violence upward at accelerations that compress your organs and blur your vision. Each booster burns through 1.1 million pounds of propellant in 120 seconds, generating more power than the entire electrical grid of most countries. When the boosters separate two minutes in, you’re already traveling 3,000 miles per hour. The core stage takes over, burning liquid hydrogen and oxygen through four RS-25 engines. These are the same engines that powered the Space Shuttle, but upgraded for deep space. Each engine operates at temperatures that would vaporize most metals, channeling combustion through nozzles engineered to nanometer tolerances. Six minutes after launch, the core stage drops away. You’re in low Earth orbit, but barely. The trajectory puts you in an elliptical path that skims the upper atmosphere. Solar arrays deploy like mechanical wings. Life support systems activate. Four humans now depend entirely on machines to survive in an environment that kills unprotected life in seconds. The next 90 minutes are psychological preparation for what comes next. You’re still close enough to Earth that if something fails catastrophically, you might survive reentry. After translunar injection, that safety net disappears completely. The Interim Cryogenic Propulsion System fires once. A single engine burn lasting minutes accelerates you to escape velocity: 25,000 miles per hour. You are now traveling faster than any human has traveled since 1972. The burn must be perfect. Too little thrust and you fall back to Earth. Too much and you overshoot the moon entirely, drifting into solar orbit with no possibility of rescue. What follows is four days of coasting through interplanetary space on a trajectory so precisely calculated that it accounts for the gravitational influence of the sun, Earth, moon, and even Jupiter. You’re riding a path through space and time that exists only because teams of mathematicians spent years modeling celestial mechanics down to the microsecond. The spacecraft carries no radar, no GPS, no external reference points. Navigation depends on star trackers that identify constellations and calculate position by comparing stellar angles to digital star maps. You navigate the same way Polynesian sailors did, except your ocean is vacuum and your destination moves 2,000 miles per hour relative to Earth. Seventy hours into the mission, you cross the point where lunar gravity becomes stronger than Earth’s pull. The mathematics of your trajectory flip. You’re no longer escaping Earth. You’re falling toward the moon. But you don’t land. The trajectory aims for the moon’s far side, using lunar gravity like a cosmic slingshot. As you swing around, the moon’s mass redirects your momentum back toward Earth. Ancient orbital mechanics discovered by Johannes Kepler 400 years ago bend spacetime to fling you home. The far side transit is when psychological isolation peaks. You pass behind the moon, losing radio contact with Earth for the first time since launch. The only humans in the solar system disappear behind 2,000 miles of lunar rock. Mission Control goes silent. You are alone with the machinery in ways no human has experienced since Apollo 17. During lunar approach, you fly closer to the moon’s surface than the International Space Station orbits Earth. Craters and mountains pass beneath at lunar dawn, shadows stretching across terrain untouched by atmosphere or weather for billions of years. You see geology older than complex life on Earth. The return trajectory begins automatically. Lunar gravity has already bent your path homeward. You’re riding Newton’s laws back across 400,000 kilometers of emptiness at speeds that compress the return journey into four days. Reentry begins 400,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean. The heat shield faces temperatures of 5,000 degrees Fahrenheit—hot enough to melt copper, approaching the surface temperature of the sun. Atmospheric friction converts 25,000 miles per hour into thermal energy that would vaporize the spacecraft without the carbon composite barrier between you and physics. Parachute deployment requires split-second timing. Deploy too early and the chutes shred in the hypersonic airflow. Deploy too late and you impact the ocean at terminal velocity. Main chutes slow you from 300 miles per hour to 20 miles per hour in seconds. The deceleration forces compress your spine and test the limits of human physiology. Pacific splashdown ends a ten-day journey covering 1.4 million miles. You return as the first humans to travel beyond Earth orbit in over fifty years, carrying radiation exposure from cosmic rays that passed through your body, and psychological changes from seeing Earth as a pale blue dot suspended in infinite dark. The entire mission depends on technologies working perfectly in an environment that destroys electronics, boils lubricants, and subjects every component to temperature swings of 500 degrees. One software glitch, one seal failure, one navigation error means four humans drift through space until life support expires. Engineering manages these risks through redundancy, testing, and margins of safety built into every system. But at 400,000 kilometers from Earth, margin for error approaches zero. Success requires mechanical perfection operating in conditions no Earth laboratory can fully simulate. We call it exploration, but what Artemis II really tests is whether human consciousness can psychologically handle complete separation from everything that created it while trusting life entirely to machines operating at the edge of physical possibility. The trajectory looks like a simple loop on paper. In reality, it’s controlled falling through spacetime using mathematics as your only safety net.

Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave, but don't leave me Look around Choose your own ground Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be Run, rabbit run Dig that hole, forget the sun And when at last the work is done Don't sit down It's time to dig another one For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave

Today in 1979, you patiently waited by the radio for three hours to record your favorite song. You finally got it, but it sounded like ass because the cassettes your mom bought were made by a 6-year-old Guatemalan boy using goat intestines.

Birthright citizenship isn’t some sacred constitutional bedrock. It’s a fucking loophole carved into the 14th Amendment and weaponized into a slow-motion coup against American sovereignty...one that the Chinese Communist Party is already exploiting with industrial precision to seize control of our elections from within. The clause is crystal clear if you bother to read it without the globalist fog: “All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens.” That “subject to the jurisdiction thereof” was never meant to hand passports to the spawn of tourists, visa-hoppers, or invaders. It was ratified in 1868 to secure citizenship for freed slaves whose parents had been domiciled here under American law for generations...people fully within our political allegiance, not foreign agents dropping anchor babies on U.S. soil and jetting back to Beijing. The framers weren’t idiots; they rejected jus soli absolutism precisely to avoid this pathology. Yet here we are, pretending temporary presence equals jurisdiction while the CCP laughs all the way to the ballot box. Enter the Chinese angle...the one polite society refuses to name because it shatters the “diversity is strength” delusion. This isn’t random migration. It’s calculated demographic infiltration, straight out of Beijing’s United Front playbook and the long-war doctrine of the 100-Year Marathon. For over a decade, CCP-linked birth tourism outfits...dozens of them, advertising luxury “confinement centers” in California and beyond...have funneled tens of thousands of pregnant Chinese nationals here annually. Conservative estimates from Senate hearings and investigative reporting put it at 50,000 Chinese births a year at peak, with some tallies reaching 80,000 pre-pandemic and claims of 750,000 to 1.5 million U.S.-citizen children now being raised in the PRC. These kids get the golden ticket at birth, then vanish back to the mainland for full-spectrum CCP indoctrination: mandatory Xi Jinping Thought, surveillance-state loyalty tests, family guanxi networks that bind them tighter than any oath to the Stars and Stripes. Psychology 101: allegiance isn’t erased by a hospital stamp. It’s forged in the womb of the regime that raised them...through social credit, party discipline, and the ancient art of leveraging blood ties. When these “Americans” hit voting age, they won’t be voting for liberty. They’ll be vectors for Beijing’s hybrid warfare, tipping congressional seats, statehouses, and presidential margins in the very districts where foreign influence already festers. Geopolitically, this is lethal. China doesn’t need to hack voting machines when it can breed voters. These anchor citizens become the perfect cutouts: dual-passport leverage points for espionage, influence ops, and demographic swamping of key swing areas. They sponsor family chains later. They run for office. They normalize the CCP’s narrative in American politics while their parents and handlers back home pull the strings. It’s not paranoia; it’s the same playbook they’ve run on academia, tech, and Hollywood...only now it’s baked into the Constitution itself. Every nation on Earth except a handful rejects this absurdity because sovereignty demands it. We alone treat our citizenship like a participation trophy for anyone who can book a flight. This isn’t sustainable. It’s suicidal. It rewards the very adversaries who view our republic as a resource to be looted, not a civilization to defend. End birthright citizenship for non-domiciled foreigners...now...or watch the CCP’s womb warriors graduate into the electorate and rewrite our future in Mandarin-inflected ballots. America’s not a hotel. It’s a fortress. Time to slam the gates before the invasion by passport becomes irreversible. 💀🗡️⚖️

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Last night, President Donald J. Trump didn’t deliver a speech. He unleashed a goddamn manifesto of American supremacy, raw, unfiltered, and surgically lethal, straight into the teeth of the mullahs’ collapsing empire. One month into Operation Epic Fury and the results are biblical: over 9,000 targets vaporized, Iran’s ballistic missile and drone arsenal gutted by ninety percent, its navy rusting on the floor of the Gulf, its air defenses turned to scrap, its top command structure decapitated and its defense industry wheezing on life support. This wasn’t some proportionate slap on the wrist for the weak-kneed globalist set. This was kinetic dominance executed with the precision of a scalpel and the ferocity of a sledgehammer. Trump looked the camera dead in the eye and called it what it is: Iran has been essentially decimated. He reminded every regime thug, every proxy parasite, and every hand-wringing diplomat from Brussels to Beijing that the United States does not negotiate with fanatics who hide their war machine under mountains and export terror like it’s their national product. We bury it. We salt the fucking earth. And then we tell them the Stone Age is too generous a destination. These theocrats only understand one dialect: overwhelming, soul-crushing, irreversible force. Anything less and they smell weakness like sharks smell blood in the water. Trump stripped them naked in front of the world, exposed their hollow bravado, their proxy armies bleeding out, their nuclear dreams reduced to glowing rubble. The Strait of Hormuz, that jugular of global energy, is already beginning to unclench. Oil markets are stabilizing. Adversaries from Tehran to Tehran’s paymasters in Moscow and Beijing are recalibrating their entire calculus: America is no longer managed by the apologetic, the hesitant, the narrative-obsessed. America is back, armed, and utterly done with half-measures. Geopolitically, this is the reset the world needed. No more funding Hamas butchers, Hezbollah rockets, or Houthi pirates while the West clutched pearls about “de-escalation.” No more racing toward nuclear breakout under the cover of “civilian” enrichment. The IRGC’s mailed fist has been shattered, their medieval theocracy reminded that civilized nations do not tolerate medieval death cults playing with 20 percent of the planet’s oil supply like it’s their personal playground. Mr. President, you didn’t just speak last night. You reminded every patriot and every enemy exactly who we are: a nation that finishes what it starts, that pairs world-class intelligence, stealth, and firepower with the unapologetic will to use them. The job isn’t over, but under your command it will be finished. Completely. On American terms. With American dominance. No retreat. No mercy. No fucking ceasefire until unconditional surrender. 💀🪖🦅

🚨 SCOTUS Justice Samuel Alito just HELD THE LINE for HOURS straight today in defense of our republic. He articulately and perfectly explained why birthright citizenship for illegals and foreign actors is so dangerous to America. Thank you for your service, Justice Alito! 🇺🇸

What does "social justice" really mean?

ON THIS DAY in 1985 David Lee Roth quit Van Halen. His successor, Sammy Hagar, gives his honest take on Roth as an artist.

KARI LAKE: "I won on election night, but the press said, 'Don’t celebrate, we’re still counting mail-ins.' For two weeks officials kept counting until they got the result they wanted!" She was robbed! President Trump just signed a NEW EXECUTIVE ORDER TARGETING MAIL-IN BALLOTS. No more unchecked drop boxes, no more ballots harvested by activists, and strict signature verification plus ID checks on every envelope. This is the hammer coming down on the system that let Kerry Lake get robbed. Mail-in ballots became the Democrats' favorite cheat tool. Ballots showed up late, unsigned, from dead people, or straight from activist vans. Trump's order forces states to clean it up or lose federal funding. Real voters only from now on. This ends the nightmare of unsecured mail voting that flipped races across the country. Kerry Lake saw it firsthand in 2022. No more stolen elections. Americans get to vote once, in person or with ironclad mail rules. Trump is fixing what the left broke so we never get another rigged outcome again.

Tom Massie is a grifter and a fraud who turned down a series of briefings on sensitive matters in order to rage post about them on X. He can’t deny these simple facts, he can only try to distract you. Massie is now bragging about an army of bots and his “ratios.” He’s a buffoon. Massie is a stain on this country and an embarrassment to his constituents. Thanks, and have a good morning. @RepThomasMassie

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Meet Ketanji Brown Jackson, the dumbest Supreme Court judge in history. A DEI appointee.

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Raise your hand if you think the Supreme Court should BAN Birthright Citizenship