Trump’s Military-for-Citizenship Plan Could Fix Immigration—and Finally Kill the Free-Ride Welfare State
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.
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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.
America used to carry a big stick—now we’re stuck writing strongly worded emails while the world lights up like a Fourth of July test range.
Trump’s not looking to invade Iran—he’s watching it unravel, poker-faced behind sanctions and stealth strikes, daring the mullahs to blink again while Israel warms up the bunker busters.
Iran’s circling the drain while Putin sips oil-funded cabernet and Israel rewrites the spy playbook in real time—welcome to geopolitics in the age of cracked iPhones and drone diplomacy.
If Red Cell were reborn today with Ukraine’s drone doctrine and a box of GoPros, we wouldn’t be asking if our bases are vulnerable—we’d be counting the craters.
In the vast digital landscape where privacy is a myth, your smartphone is a relentless snitch, revealing your every move to anyone with the means to listen.
While legacy contractors are still stuck at the drawing board, Anduril has already dropped code, deployed hardware, and made the kill—all before lunch.
Putin can strut, preen, and parade his rusted nukes all he wants—but history won’t remember the shine, just the stench.
America’s foreign policy has become a wrecking ball in a rescue uniform—loud, reckless, and wondering why the neighbors keep slamming the door.
Zelensky’s tragic dilemma isn’t about courage or conviction—it’s about surviving a brutal chess game with nothing left but pawns and a prayer.
Pete Hegseth isn’t courting chaos—he’s weaponizing it to drag the Pentagon kicking and screaming back to its warfighting roots.
Europe’s leaders are busy sipping espresso and debating climate policy while Putin’s sharpening the knife and eyeing the map.