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One cold round from a rooftop turned a campus crowd into a stampede and a city into a dragnet, until a tip and a father’s hard choice delivered the ghost in black to federal hands.

When the smoke of rumor is thicker than the facts, you steer by the brightest light—and right now, that’s the Navy’s plain statement: lockdown for threats, details still unknown.

One rooftop shot in Orem froze a crowd and laid bare a country wired tight with grievance and ready to spark.

Charlie Kirk’s tragic death must awaken us to the urgency of rejecting division and embracing a culture of respect, dialogue, and unity in American politics.

The war on terror may have started in fire and steel, but its longest battle is being fought in cancer wards and on respirators by the men and women who breathed Ground Zero’s poison.

Charlie Kirk’s shooting at Utah Valley University turned what was meant to be a rallying cry for young conservatives into a chilling reminder of how fragile political life has become in America.

Donald Trump has shown, through both incompetence and a profound lack of empathy, that he is fundamentally incapable of providing the leadership our Armed Forces and nation deserve.

Banks shouldn’t be allowed to play politics with people’s livelihoods, and Trump’s executive order slamming the brakes on debanking is the first real shot fired in the fight to keep America’s financial system free from partisan chokeholds.

An 18-year-old Guardsman died on a Fort Leonard Wood’s rifle range, and until CID proves otherwise, this reads like a hard, ugly training mishap—the kind that rattles first formation the next morning.

In that interrogation room, I realized privacy isn’t a right anymore—it’s a permission slip the government can revoke at will.

** Editor’s Note: I’m not referring to Westman as the “alleged” or “suspected” shooter in this piece. Westman is now deceased, and law enforcement has publicly named him as the shooter. I hate to use his name as he deserves no fame for his crimes, but the people need to know the kind of evil […]

The Winchester .30-30 isn’t fancy, it isn’t flashy, but like a good ranch hand, it shows up every time and gets the job done without complaint.