Alan Malki, M.D.

A short🧵for those insisting on a fiction: the Strait of Hormuz is not Iran’s sovereign toll gate, private cash machine, or maritime revenue stream. It is an international strait used by the world. Geography may give Iran a coastline on one side of it. It does not give Iran the right to invoice the rest of the planet for passage.

Reid Wiseman, a proud American Jew, is leading the United States’ Artemis II mission around the Moon, the first human journey there since 1972. While others spread hate and noise, the Jewish people continue to build, lead, and achieve at the highest levels. Am Yisrael Chai.

Shared this is beautiful

In the arbitrary world of leftist sycophants. Revisionism, factual inversions, and fabrications take the place of reality.

Wow. Beyond sick dude.

I don’t know Christie was still around. Tough being irrelevant

Didn’t you leave out a little fact about how the Japanese allied itself with the Axis? And was active on the War effort? And it turned out so well for them didn’t it ?

Do it.

It is, by not a small margin, and tragic irony that most American liberal Jews revere Roosevelt. Yet, his wartime legacy in facilitation of Hitlers “final solution “ ranks as a a major contribution.

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That ought to make their heads explode

You must have an obsession with dick. Maybe you ought to talk this over with your therapist? Don’t have one? Too bad. You could use some help

Morro de rir desse cara.

Infelizmente nos conhecemos o perfil de um judeu que, não só abandona seu povo, mais contribui na perseguição com os nossos inimigos. Ao mesmo tempo se glorifica. E um Kapo.

No he just armed our mortal enemies to the teeth and transferred large pallets of cash so they could expand further, develop more weapons and export more terrorism. Good job Joe! Maybe he should have fought them? Just a thought.

So what’s the difference? Nazis are Nazis.

This is the raw, unfiltered truth of what happened when one American warrior was swallowed by the Iranian night…and how the United States answered with unrelenting, calculated wrath. Call sign: Dude 44.
 An Air Force colonel, downed deep…two hundred brutal miles...inside enemy territory. Wounded on ejection, he dragged himself up a jagged mountain ridge through pure force of will, wedged his broken body into a narrow rock fissure like a blade locking into place, and transmitted three words that sliced straight through layers of Washington skepticism: God is good. They doubted it. The analysts, the risk-averse bureaucrats, the ones who see traps in every shadow...they hesitated, suspecting an elaborate Iranian snare meant to bait rescue forces into slaughter. While they verified, the clock turned into a death sentence. For forty-eight merciless hours, the regime unleashed everything it had. IRGC killers, Basij fanatics, armed civilian mobs, helicopters clawing the sky, drones hunting every thermal signature. A provincial governor dangled blood money for the American’s head. The colonel’s WSO, still breathing and listening in the dark, heard the hunters closing...voices thick with predatory hunger, footsteps scraping across stone. This wasn’t mere military pursuit. It was psychological warfare on a primal level: the Islamic Republic, bloated with revolutionary arrogance, needed to break one man to prove they could still shatter American resolve. Their entire apparatus...ideology, militia muscle, state terror...converged on a single wounded pilot. They craved the trophy. They underestimated the predator they were stalking. Because America does not leave her sons to the wolves. The response was a masterclass in lethal precision and overwhelming force. More than a hundred elite special operators slipped across the border under cover of darkness. Four B-1 bombers roared in and delivered nearly a hundred 2,000-pound warheads that rewrote the terrain in fire and cratered any organized pursuit. MQ-9 Reapers circled like patient death, surgically eliminating fighters who dared approach within striking distance of the colonel’s hide. A CIA deception cell pumped poisoned intelligence into Iranian channels...claiming the pilot had already been snatched and was being exfiltrated overland...designed to fracture their command, sow paranoia, and buy the precious window needed. The first extraction attempt extracted its own price in blood. Two MC-130Js managed to touch down on a hastily prepared strip inside Iran only to sink helplessly into soft sand...trapping 200 million dollars in American aircraft and turning them into sudden, tempting targets. No panic. No negotiation with failure. Commanders adapted. Three smaller replacement aircraft were vectored in immediately. Every operator and airman was pulled out. Then, in a final act of defiance, the trapped birds were deliberately destroyed on the ground...reduced to twisted, burning wreckage so the enemy inherited nothing but ash and humiliation. All of it executed with the ferocious elegance that defines the American fighting spirit: not reckless, but absolute. Rooted in a warrior philosophy that treats every pledged life as non-negotiable. When Secretary Hegseth delivered positive identification to the President, the order returned sharp and unyielding, stripped of hesitation: We have to get him. That single sentence carries centuries of American resolve...the refusal to let empire erode into caution, the understanding that national character is forged in moments when lesser powers would fold. Dude 44 is home. The regime is left choking on smoke, craters, and the humiliating realization that their grand hunt collapsed against one man who refused to yield and a nation that still possesses the will...and the lethal capability...to reach into the devil’s own backyard and drag its own back alive. America still honors its blood debts with thunder. 💀🗡️🇺🇸🦅

I thought the same. On the positive side it clearly illustrates the moral difference between America and the fecklessness of the European.

Amen to that

I don’t know how to say hell yes loud enough