Jeff Flake

Wow. This was ten years ago today. It’s been quite a decade.

Great being back with @colbertlateshow @StephenAtHome on set last night. Good to have my Senate rug back! Happy to help a great cause like World Central Kitchen.

Enjoyed being with @colbertlateshow @StephenAtHome last night. I got my Senate rug back! And all for a good cause, World Central Kitchen

Wow. What incredible insights. Please listen. Thank you, Ben, for doing this.

Take it down, Mr President. Trump Posts Video Portraying Obamas as Apes nytimes.com/2026/02/06/us/… via @NYTimes

Mr. President, NATO member countries HAVE been there for us. In fact, more than 40 Danish soldiers lost their lives in Afghanistan, as part of a NATO mission, after the United States was attacked on 9/11.

This is no way to treat an ally

This is a poor trade off wsj.com/world/in-trump…

These are our allies, Mr President. washingtonpost.com/politics/2026/…

Words cannot express the respect, admiration and love that my entire family has for Senator Kyl. Arizona and the nation have been so blessed to have his wise and steady leadership for so many years. May God bless Jon, Caryll and all of the Kyl family.

@BenSasse So, so sorry to hear this, Ben. You and your family are in our prayers.

Friends- This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die. Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do. I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all. Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints. There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come. Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son. A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears. Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet. Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective: “When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.” I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape. But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9). With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices, Ben — and the Sasses

More evidence that the great GOP migration has begun… cnn.com/2025/12/11/pol…

“Death inflicted on the helpless is never an act of strength. It is what remains when strength forgets its purpose.”

Mark Kelly is a good man who has served his country honorably in the past and continues to serve honorably in the U.S.Senate. What he and his wife Gabby have sacrificed for this country is immeasurable. I’m proud to call him my Senator.

“The GOP cannot sustain itself indefinitely as a movement defined by isolationism abroad and populism at home. Those instincts may thrill a rally crowd, but they’re corrosive to governing.” washingtonpost.com/opinions/2025/…

Thank you, Justice Gorsuch washingtonpost.com/opinions/2025/…

Happy to see this pushback. Greatly needed. politico.com/news/2025/10/3…

Blessed are the peacemakers. Kudos to the Trump Administration for brokering the agreement, and kudos to governments in the region for helping to bring it about. washingtonpost.com/world/2025/10/…