Weapons

Anduril is turning Taiwan’s defense from a slow parade of big steel into a swarm-era factory line—eyes in the sky, teeth on target, and a local brain that decides faster than the other guy can swear.

A quick reaction force bristling with jammers, radars, and interceptors is the Pentagon’s answer to rogue drones buzzing our bases, a muscle car idling at the curb with orders to hit the gas the second trouble appears.

Beijing’s parade wasn’t a nostalgia act—it was a live-fire syllabus on how China plans to fight: with massed autonomy, spectrum dominance, and algorithms woven into steel.

Special operations forces are stepping into a battlefield where silicon and code now hit as hard as steel and muscle.

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.

At Alaska’s icy table, two nuclear heavyweights have a clean shot to freeze the slide—keep New START’s caps alive, put numbers on tac nukes, and fence Europe off from new land-based missiles.

When the gunfire starts, you either move like your life depends on it—or you freeze and become a statistic.

Auterion’s 33,000 Skynode kits aren’t just hardware—they’re the raw code of a new kind of warfare, where cheap drones think, hunt, and strike faster than any Russian general can blink.

If a sidearm can fire from a table without a finger on the trigger, it’s not a weapon—it’s a liability with a serial number.

In the shadowy waltz of Cold War espionage, the CIA’s heart attack gun wasn’t just a weapon—it was the grim poetry of paranoia rendered in steel and poison.

Texas just told the feds and city slickers alike to keep their hands — and their gift cards — off our firearms, because liberty doesn’t come with a store credit receipt.

The Führer’s last firearm, long speculated to be an ornate showpiece, was most likely an unremarkable Walther PP—just a standard-issue sidearm for a man whose final days were anything but.