Category: Humor

In a world where missiles gather dust and microphones do the real damage, nothing topples a throne faster than the wrong name on the wrong list.

Perhaps SEAL Team SIX forgot their clown car as they could barely lead a VIP to the local airport without disastrous results.

When America’s political arguments devolve into screaming from the backseat, the job of keeping the car on the road keeps falling to people who never volunteered to be the babysitter.

Be sure to carry some extra flashlights if you’re going to be playing “Follow the Leader” into the mouth of the dragon.

Todays Bob Lang inked cartoon takes aim at Marine Corps reenlistment bonuses, where fifty-thousand-dollar incentives and “high value” status meet the mud, diesel, and battlefield sarcasm of the motor pool.

She was kind enough not to slash tires or bust windows. She just wanted to leave a sweet little message for psychotic posterity.

A strangely-painted tanker thumbing its nose at warships is not a joke, it is a sanctioned economy daring the world to blink first in the gray zone where absurdity, money, and maritime law collide.

Europe can hear the music, see the water move, and still insists on arguing about the weather while the dock creaks beneath the weight of decisions postponed too long.

Congress calls it oversight, but when the secrets start flowing, history says they come out the other end as headlines that warn the target.

When Washington turns deterrence into a headline and lets dictators treat red lines like punchlines, do not act surprised when the only thing they fear is the sound of rotor blades.

It is time to stop ducking, stop passing the hourglass, and grab the helm with both hands, because 2026 can either crouch in the splash zone of other people’s mistakes or steer this ship straight into calmer water by choosing bold, disciplined action over another year of survival advice.

Holiday cheer in uniform is surviving “mandatory fun” on mystery meat and bad decisions, then realizing the only thing keeping it all from going off the rails is the same foul mouthed camaraderie that has carried us through worse.