Oberst Kurt Steiner (original anti communist)

We have a lot to be thankful for this memorial day weekend! Just remember all those who died while we complain on 𝕏 with our expensive phones and full bellies 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

@Jimfrombaseball A dear family friend drove a Higgins boat off the Bayfield. He participated in the Normandy, Southern France, Iwo Jima and Okinawa Invasions. Marvin Perrett was his name. A legend in the Coast Guard.

"After completing basic training, Yogi Berra volunteered for what he was told was a secret mission. So secretive, in fact, that he was not permitted to disclose any details to his family. This mission was to serve onboard a rocket boat in support of the first offensive waves of the Allied invasion of Normandy. These 36-foot rocket boats, classified as Landing Craft Small Support (LCSS) boats, were armed with six crew, a dozen rockets, and several machine guns each. Their job was to get within 300 yards of Normandy’s shore and pound the German machine gun nests with rockets so that the soldiers landing could have a better chance of survival. For months before the invasion, Yogi’s LCSS trained with eleven others under the attack transport "USS Bayfield" to prepare for the invasion. As gunner’s mate, Yogi was responsible for the operation and maintenance of all weapons and ordinance onboard while also manning one of the ship’s machine guns throughout the mission. On D-Day at the mere age of 19, Yogi Berra was awestruck by the sheer magnitude of all the explosions and gunfire going on around him. His officer actually had to yell at Yogi to keep his head down before he got hit. As the invasion progressed, the LCSS crews also assisted in recovering bodies of those soldiers killed in action on their way to the shores of Utah Beach. 197 men were recovered onto the USS Bayfield alone.

On this Memorial Day Monday… while the grills fire up and the flags snap half-heartedly in the suburban breeze…stop. Cease the rote pageantry and confront the ledger scrawled in arterial red, the precise, unyielding calculus by which this Republic was purchased and continues to be insured. Not by the hollow rhetoric of politicians chasing votes, nor by the cheap pieties of civilians who have never heard incoming fire. No. It was purchased by men…young, clear-eyed, lethal…who chose the muzzle flash over the couch, who traded their finite pulse for the infinite continuation of ordered liberty under law. They understood, in their marrow, what most never will: freedom is not a participation trophy handed out at birth. It is a blood tariff, paid in advance by a warrior caste that steps forward when the rest of the nation prefers to scroll. History does not whisper this truth; it screams it across every theater of American arms. From the slaughter pens of Antietam, where 23,000 fell in a single September day and the cornfields ran crimson, to the black volcanic sand of Iwo Jima, where Marines clawed inch by bloody inch against an enemy sworn to fight to the last man. From the frozen meat grinder of Chosin Reservoir…where Marines fought through -30 degrees and Chinese human-wave assaults, leaving their dead stacked like cordwood under the snow…to the dust-choked passes of Korengal Valley, where a new generation traded lead with fanatics who measured time in IED detonations. Add Gettysburg’s corpse-choked fields, the hedgerows of Normandy where Rangers scaled Pointe du Hoc under machine-gun fire, the Ia Drang where air cavalry met the NVA in the first great test of helicopter warfare, the streets of Fallujah where urban combat turned houses into kill zones. These were not accidents of history. They were deliberate transactions: young men who looked into the void of probable death, ran the numbers, and signed the check anyway. They did not die for “democracy” as some hollow slogan peddled by cable-news anchors. They died enforcing the lethal arithmetic that the Republic endures only because someone, somewhere, was willing to kill and be killed so the rest could argue about it in safety. Psychology does not lie, and it is merciless here. The vast majority of citizens operate under a comfortable delusion, anesthetized by prosperity they never earned and shielded by oceans and oceans of other people’s blood. Cognitive dissonance is their armor: they enjoy the fruits of empire while scorning the imperial guard that secured them. They virtue-signal about “peace” from air-conditioned rooms, never once reckoning with the raw transaction cost. Meanwhile, the few who volunteered for the meat grinder…the ones who raised their right hand and meant it…understood the final, existential bargain. They stared down mortality without flinching, calculated the price of continuance, and paid it in full. That is not romantic sentiment; it is the highest form of realism. The rest of us are merely beneficiaries…soft, distracted, often ungrateful heirs to a patrimony of controlled ferocity. We sleep soundly because they did not. To the forgetful, the revisionists, the parlor-room critics who treat Memorial Day as just another long weekend of beer and sales circulars: your indifference is venom, but it is weak, diluted venom, the kind that only poisons the soul of the nation that tolerates it. History’s judgment is far sharper, colder, and permanent. The fallen do not require your applause or your performative hashtags. They demand your precision. They demand you remember…with intellectual honesty and without the comforting lies…that every right you casually exercise, every comfort you casually consume, every late-night scroll through your digital distractions was bought with compound interest in the currency of young men who will never grow old, never hold their children, never see another sunrise. They paid so you could whine about “the system” from the very system their sacrifice preserved. We do not mourn them as victims of circumstance or “needless war.” That is the language of cowards and revisionists who would rather cheapen the price than face it. We honor them as the lethal architects of our continuance…steel-eyed, duty-bound, unapologetic. They were not pawns; they were the tip of the spear, the quiet professionals who carried the Republic on their shoulders when the bill came due. This nation’s pride is not abstract or inherited like some antique heirloom. It is forged in their sacrifice, tempered in the fire of their resolve, and sustained by the quiet, ferocious knowledge that when the bill comes due again…and it always does…others of their kind will step forward to pay it in the same red currency. Lest we forget is not a cliché to be embroidered on a pillow. It is a warning etched in stone and bone. The Republic endures only as long as we refuse to cheapen their price, only as long as we retain the clarity to distinguish between the warrior who bled and the civilian who merely benefited. Anything less is national suicide by amnesia.

Update: the old man beaten up for Trump signs is expected not to make it. If we acted like the left, I would say RIOT in San Diego.

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Everyone, I know I’ve been bitching about the algorithm a lot lately, but it’s because I’m really just frustrated with what’s been going on. However… holding myself to my own standards, I’m going to try to be a part of the solution. Part of my complaining was wondering why I can’t get one of the mega accounts to boost me. Well, if they won’t boost me, then I’ll boost whomever I can in the meantime. I’m going to pick seven accounts; one for each day of the week, and boost them. I’m going to talk them up, tell everyone how wonderful they are, and encourage anyone I can to follow them. As much as I’m shadowbanned, I’ll still do what I can to help. If Nikita n’em won’t help us, then we have to rally and help each other. Hugs, Zeek

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@BuzzPatterson Talked with my BIL who with VMFA212. His dad trained you at Delta. They were doing a “column loop”and missed the timing. The ejections were less than 2000 feet. Let’s pray they are OK. USMA 89.

Damn! Two Super Hornets hit! Looks like all 4 got out! 🙏 Almost looks like they were dancing at one point.

@infantrydort @xformed My BIL who flew F-18’s for the Marines with VMFA 212 were talking about this today. The “Trunk Monkey” screwed up. That’s why always flew solo. USMA 89.

This may be one of the craziest things I've ever seen in my life. I just...... Damn. DAMN!

@codeofvets My friend, You should remind everyone that the COV operated on a 3% administration margin and literally dropped 97% to help Veterans. Thats unheard of in 501Cs. It’s a great cause. USMA 89.

Please note I am currently working on re-establishing #codeofvets 501C3 status. I cannot fundraise for other veteran nonprofits. I am focused on assisting veterans on this platform. I am not currently assisting veterans except for the rare occasion that I do it informally. COV is returning bigger and stronger🇺🇸💙 If you want to donate you can use the link in my bio. This money will allow us to hit the ground running. #AimHigh #Veterans

@GretchenPSmith @codeofvets Awesome post my friend. USMA 89

If you will not assimilate to the American Way of Life, our Constitution, language, culture, and value🇺🇸GET OUT. America stands for freedom, merit, and sovereignty. Assimilation is critical to our nation’s survival. Who agrees?

Kash Patel just served Van Hollen a flaming margarita receipt in the middle of the Senate hearing! 🤣 Senator Chris Van Hollen struts in, all red-faced and righteous, grilling FBI Director Kash Patel over some Atlantic hit piece claiming he's slinging drinks on the job. “Do you know it's a CRIME to lie to Congress?!” Van Hollen lectures. Patel? Cool as ice, looks him dead in the eye: “The only one slinging margaritas is YOU.” Then drops the hammer — posts the FEC filing right there showing Van Hollen's campaign dropped **$7,128** at a Lobby Bar for “catering” back in December. Boom. Receipts hotter than the bar tab. Kash didn't just clap back — he turned the hearing into a comedy roast. Offered to take the alcohol test side-by-side with Van Hollen too. Legend. Hypocrisy exposed, swamp rattled, and America watching with popcorn. Kash is built different. 🤣

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Bobby Cox throws a first pitch. Ejected. 👍🏼 RIP legend ⚾️✝️

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