Brandon Webb

The VA isn’t treating veterans — it’s sedating them into silence, one cocktail of mind-frying meds at a time.

Once the dolphin has tracked you down, it butts you; the needle shoots out and pokes you, creating an embolism. Within moments, you’re dead. 

There are no cheat codes or hall passes in Navy SEAL Training. But these three steps will help you along the way.

When bullets start flying, you don’t rise to the occasion—you fall to the level of your training, so train your family like their lives depend on it, because one day they just might.

America’s not broken—it’s running 2025 problems on 1776 software, and the system crash was long overdue.

While the West debates red lines and sends shipments like it’s parcel post, Ukraine’s fighting Putin’s imperial ambitions with grit, duct tape, and whatever scraps we trickle in from the ‘maybe pile’.

The difference between a massacre and a miracle that day on the train wasn’t luck — it was training, awareness, and the instinct to act when others froze.

I lost everything I owned three years after leaving the Navy, including my marriage. Then I picked myself up, dusted off, and built a new life.

This isn’t aid—it’s alchemy, where Western billions vanish into Kyiv’s velvet-lined black hole while front-line troops duct tape rifles and pray the paperwork clears before the next shell hits.

The global board’s flipped, and while the diplomats fumble for pieces, the strongmen are already playing a new game with live ammo.

You want a passport? Shoulder a rifle, code for Space Force, or fix a jet—bleed a little red, white, and blue first, then we’ll talk.

F1 doesn’t waste time asking for your attention—it hotwires your pulse, slams the throttle, and dares your adrenal glands to keep up.