SOFREP created this computer generated image of the father of Gonzo journalism.
Here I sit, hunkered down in the hazy gloam of my fortified compound, a smoking typewriter before me and a fifth of Wild Turkey to my side, staring down the ever-encroaching madness of the world with defiance. Among the myriad currents of information that pound the shores of my consciousness, there is an island of lucidity, a fortress against the maelstrom of drivel. It goes by the name of SOFREP.
SOFREP, you ask? Indeed. An oasis of truth in a desert of deception, an unsheathed blade cutting through the corpulent beast of propaganda and falsehoods.
What’s to like about it? Oh, dear reader, it’s not a question of liking. It’s a question of need. You don’t ask a man in the desert if he likes water; he damn well needs it, lest he surrender to the unforgiving sun.
So, too, do I need SOFREP. Its raw, unfiltered reportage is a rarity in these dark times, a beacon guiding us through the foggy seas of international affairs, terrorism, and all that shadowy business that transpires when men of power close their doors.
It’s the first-hand accounts that get me – tales straight from the mouths of the warriors, spies, and hardened souls who’ve danced with Death on the world’s most unforgiving stages. It’s journalism mainlined, an adrenaline shot to the heart of the body politic, stripped of the pretty lies and varnish slapped on by the hand-wringing elite of the so-called ‘news’ industry.
As for the writers, well, they’ve looked into the abyss and spat in its face, armed with little more than courage and the resolve to tell the world the truth. They’ve traded the comfort of civilian life for the battlefield’s chaos, its dust, sweat, and blood their currency in the pursuit of the stories that matter.
And so, on this frenzied roller coaster ride through the funhouse of existence, with madness on my tail and oblivion a stone’s throw away, I am thankful for the wild, whiskey-fueled truth of SOFREP.
In an era where fear is sold by the pound, and silence is often the song of the day, SOFREP’s relentless dedication to raw honesty is more than a man can like – it’s a lifeline. It’s a bullet to the forehead of deception, and by God, it’s a shot worth taking.
Here I sit, hunkered down in the hazy gloam of my fortified compound, a smoking typewriter before me and a fifth of Wild Turkey to my side, staring down the ever-encroaching madness of the world with defiance. Among the myriad currents of information that pound the shores of my consciousness, there is an island of lucidity, a fortress against the maelstrom of drivel. It goes by the name of SOFREP.
SOFREP, you ask? Indeed. An oasis of truth in a desert of deception, an unsheathed blade cutting through the corpulent beast of propaganda and falsehoods.
What’s to like about it? Oh, dear reader, it’s not a question of liking. It’s a question of need. You don’t ask a man in the desert if he likes water; he damn well needs it, lest he surrender to the unforgiving sun.
So, too, do I need SOFREP. Its raw, unfiltered reportage is a rarity in these dark times, a beacon guiding us through the foggy seas of international affairs, terrorism, and all that shadowy business that transpires when men of power close their doors.
It’s the first-hand accounts that get me – tales straight from the mouths of the warriors, spies, and hardened souls who’ve danced with Death on the world’s most unforgiving stages. It’s journalism mainlined, an adrenaline shot to the heart of the body politic, stripped of the pretty lies and varnish slapped on by the hand-wringing elite of the so-called ‘news’ industry.
As for the writers, well, they’ve looked into the abyss and spat in its face, armed with little more than courage and the resolve to tell the world the truth. They’ve traded the comfort of civilian life for the battlefield’s chaos, its dust, sweat, and blood their currency in the pursuit of the stories that matter.
And so, on this frenzied roller coaster ride through the funhouse of existence, with madness on my tail and oblivion a stone’s throw away, I am thankful for the wild, whiskey-fueled truth of SOFREP.
In an era where fear is sold by the pound, and silence is often the song of the day, SOFREP’s relentless dedication to raw honesty is more than a man can like – it’s a lifeline. It’s a bullet to the forehead of deception, and by God, it’s a shot worth taking.
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Editor’s Note: Had he lived, Hunter S. Thompson would be a SOFREP subscriber, hell he’d probably be a contributor. He only knew one way to live and one way to write: fast, hard, and honest. I asked Open AI to let me know what Hunter S. Thomson would have thought of SOFREP and to write the answer in his voice. The result was absolutely brilliant. Keep an eye out for more from the father of Gonzo journalism. — GDM
As someone who’s seen what happens when the truth is distorted, I know how unfair it feels when those who’ve sacrificed the most lose their voice. At SOFREP, our veteran journalists, who once fought for freedom, now fight to bring you unfiltered, real-world intel. But without your support, we risk losing this vital source of truth. By subscribing, you’re not just leveling the playing field—you’re standing with those who’ve already given so much, ensuring they continue to serve by delivering stories that matter. Every subscription means we can hire more veterans and keep their hard-earned knowledge in the fight. Don’t let their voices be silenced. Please consider subscribing now.
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Brandon Webb former Navy SEAL, Bestselling Author and Editor-in-Chief
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