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Trump didn’t start sending missiles because he had a change of heart—he did it because getting outmaneuvered by Putin and boxed in by Europe made doing nothing look worse than pulling the trigger.

The Green Berets are back in Taiwan—not for a handshake and a photo op, but to train warriors on China’s doorstep for the kind of fight no one wants to talk about, but everyone knows could come.

In a move that smells more like a bureaucratic slap on the wrist than true accountability, the Secret Service sidelined six agents after a would-be assassin nearly turned Butler, Pennsylvania into Dealey Plaza 2.0.

Sean Duffy running NASA is like handing the keys to a spacecraft over to your cable news commentator—entertaining, sure, but maybe not the guy you want plotting a course to Mars. To be fair, it’s supposed to be a temporary gig. Let’s see who comes next.

The DOJ wants you to believe Epstein ran a global sex ring without clients, kept no records, and killed himself off-camera—because pretending none of it ever happened is easier than naming names.

On his first mission Scott Ruskan dropped into a biblical flood with nothing but a harness, grit, and the kind of calm resolve that makes you believe some men were born to drag others out of hell.

One man’s mad dash onto the Milan runway did more than end up in a jet propelled horror show—it exposed a security system flimsier than a paper umbrella in a monsoon.

When everything goes sideways and survival is on the line, the right tools—and a bit of grit—are what separate the prepared from the prey.

York didn’t need nods or Gucci gear to be lethal—he just needed faith, a clean rifle, and the will to get up and move forward when hell broke loose.

Robin Olds roared into combat with a handlebar mustache, a middle finger to bureaucracy, and a brain wired for turning aerial warfare into an art form.

Through my father’s final moments, I learned profound lessons about life, death, and the enduring power of love, which have shaped my medical practice and understanding of the soul.

When the Typhon system rolled into the Philippines—it showed up with the parking brake off, missiles loaded, and a clear view of downtown Shanghai.