I tilt at windmills way too often. #DWMbooks
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D.W. McAliley retweeted
Rep Tim Burchett says he’s willing to lose his job to tell us the REAL REASON government officials are opposing Elon Musk and DOGE
“They’re gonna push back because you’ve got Congressmen on both sides of the aisle. If they follow that paper trail, it's going to come back to them. You've got their wife and or girlfriend that works for some agency, quasi-agency or some business. This towns as crooked as a dogs leg”
“I’ll get primaried for saying that but that’s the truth and we all know it”
“Somebody’s gonna straight it out, it looks like it’s gonna be Elon Musk”
D.W. McAliley retweeted
Nayib Bukele: “There is no State that cannot defeat criminals. If a State does not defeat criminality, it is because the State is complicit.” @nayibbukele
D.W. McAliley retweeted
My mother once asked me, "Why America?"
I showed her a photo of a 72-ounce steak. She stopped asking.
That was a joke. This is the real answer. I have never told it to anyone. Not even her.
In 1998, I was thirteen. The smallest boy in my class. The kind of kid teachers forget to call on.
That spring, my big sister Yuki left for a year in Iowa. A farm. Four sons. A host dad the size of a refrigerator.
My mother made me write him a thank-you letter. In English. I looked up every single word.
"Dear Sir. Thank you for my sister. Please return her in June."
Three weeks later, an envelope came. Addressed to me.
Nobody had ever sent me a letter.
Pencil. All capital letters. Pressed so hard I could read it from the back of the page.
"DEAR BROTHER. WILL RETURN HER IN JUNE. CONDITION: EXCELLENT. SHE CAN DRIVE A TRUCK NOW. DON'T TELL YOUR MOM.
YOU SHOULD COME SEE THE CORN."
I read it eleven times. I slept with it under my pillow.
The smallest boy in my class. And a man on the other side of the world had written "DEAR BROTHER."
I couldn't pronounce his name. So I wrote back to "Mr. Iowa."
He signed everything "MR. IOWA" for the rest of his life.
Some of you know about the Christmas cards. Twenty-eight years. "To our Japanese daughter."
What you don't know is the last line. It was always for me. Same pencil. Same capitals.
"P.S. TELL THE BOY TO COME SEE THE CORN."
Every year, I meant to go.
1999. Too young.
2003. University entrance exams.
2008. New job. In Japan, you don't take vacation your first year. Or your second.
2012. Promotion. In Japan, you also don't take vacation after a promotion.
2017. Next year.
2020. Nobody could go anywhere. For once, it wasn't my fault.
2025. Next year. I mean it.
He never once asked why I didn't come. Every Christmas, the P.S. just came anyway.
He came to Tokyo once, for Yuki's wedding. Six-foot-five in a rented suit that gave up at the wrists. He found me in the crowd, put one giant hand on top of my head like I was still thirteen, and said:
"Corn's still there, bud."
This July, my sister called. The family in Iowa had set up a video call.
"He's asking for you."
I was at my desk in Tokyo. I took it in the stairwell.
He was in a hospital bed. I had never seen him small before.
He didn't let me apologize. He saw it on my face and waved it away.
"Don't you feel bad about the corn," he said. "Corn don't care."
Then he told me what was really bothering him.
"Folks back home keep saying this country's gone bad. That we're not good people anymore. I don't believe it. Never did."
He had to stop and breathe.
"But nobody believes it when we say it about ourselves. Maybe they'd believe it from somebody far off."
He looked right at me.
"You've had our mail for twenty-eight years, bud. You know us."
That was the last thing he ever said to me.
I stood in that stairwell for an hour.
He died in August. Some of you read his obituary here. My sister was in it. "His daughter, Yuki, of Tokyo, Japan."
My father flew to Iowa in September to stand at his grave.
I didn't go. Work. Next year.
But on October 7th, I sat down at my kitchen table, opened an account I had been writing in Japanese for a year, and wrote my first post to you in English.
"Hello, America."
You thought it was a greeting.
It was the answer to a P.S. Twenty-eight years late.
I have written to you every single day since.
And you wrote back.
Almost seven thousand of you told me how far you drive to see your parents. Fourteen hours. Through two states. Some of you told me about parents you can't drive to anymore, and you still told me the mileage.
You told me about fathers who never once said "I love you" and checked your tire pressure every time you came home instead.
You told me about strangers who pulled your car out of a ditch and left before you could ask their names. About grandmothers who fed whole towns. About trucks that stopped on the shoulder for a funeral they weren't part of.
Every morning in Tokyo, before the train, I read you.
And every morning, I hear a voice in pencil and capital letters.
TOLD YOU, BUD.
He was right. About every single one of you.
So here it is. The thing he asked me to say. From somebody far off.
DEAR AMERICA.
YOU ARE GOOD PEOPLE. YOU ALWAYS WERE.
YOU JUST NEEDED SOMEBODY ELSE TO SAY IT.
THE BOY.
P.S. STILL HAVEN'T SEEN THE CORN. NEXT YEAR.
D.W. McAliley retweeted
idk, maybe we shouldn’t allow people who think Mohammed was a good person within the borders of civilized society or let them tell us what’s right or wrong
Hey @Grok answer this for me, no holding back, just the truth!
If Prophet Muhammad (Islam) and Jesus Christ (Christianity) both lived today in modern day America, what crimes would each of them be guilty of ?
Then say who the better person is between them.
D.W. McAliley retweeted
In 1944, thousands of Japanese on Saipan hid in caves, sure the Americans would torture them if they came out. Many families chose the cliffs instead.
An 18-year-old American Marine from East Los Angeles walked up to those caves at night, alone, and called to them in Japanese.
His name was Guy Gabaldon. He was a Mexican American kid who had grown up partly in the home of a Japanese American family, the Nakanos. That is where he picked up his Japanese. When the war came, the Nakanos were sent to internment camps. Their twin sons, Lane and Lyle, joined the U.S. Army anyway and served in the 442nd.
Fifty years later, he still said it plainly: "These were Americans."
On Saipan, Gabaldon was a scout with the 2nd Marine Regiment. Right after landing, he slipped off on his own and came back with prisoners. His commanding officer, Capt. John Schwabe, threatened him with a court-martial for leaving his post.
The next night, he came back with about fifty.
After that, they let him go out alone.
He crawled to the cave mouths in the dark and promised the people inside water, medical care, and that nobody would hurt them. Night after night, ten or twenty at a time, they followed him out.
On July 8, by his own account, about 800 came out in a single day. Schwabe remembered that day too. It was the day they tagged him the Pied Piper of Saipan.
Not everyone listened. At the cliffs, he begged a mother not to kill her child. He watched her throw the baby and jump. He was still talking about it fifty years later.
His Navy Cross citation says that on Saipan and Tinian he brought in "well over one thousand enemy civilians and troops."
Schwabe recommended him for the Medal of Honor. He received the Silver Star. Sixteen years later, after Hollywood made a movie about him, the Navy upgraded it to the Navy Cross.
He died in 2006 and is buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
I am Japanese. Those caves were full of my people, frightened, starving, and certain that the Americans were monsters.
An American teenager walked toward them in the dark and offered them water.
On this Veterans Day, Japan should know his name.
D.W. McAliley retweeted
A 58-year-old Atheist Adam Curry who set out to debunk God as a conspiracy theory tells Joe Rogan why he now believes.
Adam: I've looked at every conspiracy theory: the moon landing, 9/11, JFK. The one I'd never looked at was God. I'm 58, and I've never been a religious guy. I started reading and asking questions of a couple of Christians I work with. They answered, and nobody pushed anything on me. There's a huge amount written about Jesus, including contemporary books like Evidence That Demands a Verdict.
Adam: I'll tell you, Joe, it changed my outlook on life. It may sound weird coming from me, but I'm all in. Prayer is powerful. It makes me a very happy person.
Joe Rogan: Writing about a thing doesn't mean it happened. Lots of people review and write about The Shining, but that doesn't make it real. How would you know a guy who lived 2,000 years ago was the Son of God?
Adam: I'm not saying I can prove it. I read for three weeks, and the evidence kept coming. Everyone's flawed, and you're forgiven as long as you try to be better. For me it's about love.
Joe: Do you think it's like psychological software you can run? Is that why it's effective, because you don't freak out when things aren't smooth?
Adam: The code is the Bible. I hadn't thought of it that way, but I like it.
Joe: You could prove people believed it. You couldn't prove he was the Son of God.
Adam: Of course not. And if he was, we're all children of God.
Joe: I'm with that.
He set out to debunk it like any other conspiracy theory. He says the evidence went the other way.
D.W. McAliley retweeted
I think about this guys question sometimes and about how Charlie answered him and about how they killed the guy that gave this kind of answer to that question.
D.W. McAliley retweeted
Some of y’all would have folded when the Caliphate controlled the vast majority of Spain.
Or when Comanche raiders hit your settlement, slaughtered who they could find, and carried off the women and children.
Or when your Greek mercenary band found itself stranded deep in Persian territory, facing a newly hostile satrap, and most of your leaders had been treacherously executed.
Or when your Israelite nation faced an army of Philistines and a Nephilim.
Have you not read the Scriptures or the annals of Western history?
Don’t give up the ship.
🤖 Made with AI
People writing this disgusting behavior off as hyperbole need to read their history.
Far leftists in the last 150 years have murdered more than 120 million of their own people. When these people really seize power, that is what they do with it.
They line the successful, the intelligent, the hard-working people up and shoot them en masse.
The far left is your mortal enemy. If you don't understand that you're not gonna make it.
At an event with Kara Swisher, Scott Galloway called for the execution of Elon Musk for being a “traitor to the west” live on stage.
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Put this dude in charge of the USDA. We need someone at the head of the Department of Ag that has experience in the business.
A Belgian crew went to a Texas ranch and found a 28-year-old with four kids doing the arithmetic out loud.
Right now you are losing money, nine times out of ten. It is tough.
He puts his own loss at about $300 a head on 100 head sold to Tyson, $30,000.
Asked whether that puts ranchers out of business, he does not hedge. It already is. He has known two or three who threw their hat in already.
And then the line that carries the clip. He is 28, with four kids and a wife, and says he has no other option but to figure it out.
USDA's own ERS figures have farm-level cattle prices down 7.6 percent from September 2025.
@vrtnws @terzaketv
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On the night of May 12–13, 1862, a 23-year-old enslaved man named Robert Smalls put on the captain’s hat, gave the correct steam-whistle signals, and sailed a heavily armed Confederate transport straight past the forts guarding Charleston Harbor—including Fort Sumter—and into the Union blockade.
Smalls was born into slavery in Beaufort, South Carolina. By the start of the Civil War he was a skilled pilot on the CSS Planter, a sidewheel steamer the Confederacy used as a transport and dispatch boat. The white officers routinely left the ship overnight, trusting the enslaved crew to stay put. Smalls had other plans.
Just after 3 a.m., he and the other enslaved crewmen fired the boilers, slipped the Planter from the dock, stopped to pick up their wives and children (sixteen people in all), and headed for open water. At each Confederate checkpoint Smalls gave the proper signals and even wore the captain’s straw hat and uniform jacket so he would be recognized from a distance. Once clear of the forts he struck the Confederate flag, raised a white bedsheet, and surrendered the vessel—along with its guns, ammunition, and a Confederate code book—to the USS Onward.
The Union gained not only a useful ship and critical intelligence about Charleston’s defenses, but a living demonstration that enslaved people could and would fight for their own freedom. Smalls met with President Lincoln and helped persuade him to accept Black troops. He later piloted Union vessels (including the Planter itself) in combat and became the first Black man to command a U.S. Navy ship.
After the war he returned to South Carolina, bought the house in which he had been enslaved, served in the state legislature and five terms in the U.S. House of Representatives, and helped establish the state’s first system of free public schools. He died in 1915. For decades his story was better known among Black communities and Civil War specialists than in the general American memory.
A man born into slavery stole a warship from the Confederacy, delivered it to the Union, helped open the ranks of the U.S. military to Black soldiers, and later sat in Congress. That is not a footnote. That is one of the great American stories of courage and self-liberation.
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D.W. McAliley retweeted
You need to embed this clip into your brain.
“You must settle these things in your mind”
God has not spared us, Trump was his judgement, and all these things will come to pass.
D.W. McAliley retweeted
it’s actually insane to think how when elon was 31 he made $180 million from the sale of PayPal and he could have just bought a private island and spent the rest of his life in peace, without having to work another day
instead he sacrificed basically everything trying to build the future. failed multiple times, almost went completely broke, but he kept going, spending the last 20 years building reusable rockets, electric cars, global satellite internet, AI, brain interfaces. basically the whole infrastructure for the future of civilization
just to end up in a world where people are publicly calling for his execution, and getting applauded for it
you don’t even have to like him to realize how completely fucking backwards the world has become
D.W. McAliley retweeted
What an absolutely galling analysis from @JDVance. Where does one even start?
The Vice President tells us:
“The top four answers, accounting for nearly all of the responses were:
1) End the war
2) Focus on cost of living/inflation
3) Put America First
4) Change our relationship to Israel”
In reality, J.D., all you need is #3. It covers the others entirely, and a few you missed. And yet you have it 3rd! Why? Because you apparently needed a pollster to explain that betraying the coalition that elected you was going to piss them off.
The issues you’re missing include: the breathtaking corruption of your administration, covering up for the Epstein class, failure to deliver on MAHA and failure to properly investigate notorious political crimes.
Putting America first is all you had to do. If your administration had done that, you’d have been in great shape. Having failed to do it, no amount of clever rhetoric and rallies could possibly have saved you.
And whatever they’re telling you, J.D., the people who showed up and put you in office in ‘24 did not suddenly vote for race-bating Marxists in ‘26.
You are the Vice President. This is not inherently your fault, but it becomes your fault if you keep playing along.
I have said it for 15 years now. Things will have to get much, MUCH worse before people actually wake up and are willing to make a change.
Unfortunately it looks like we are about to go through the “getting worse” part.
I'm going to be totally frank in the moment about where I think we are right now. This isn't a black pill, it's just an honest assessment of how hard everything is about to become. It's me telling you the house is on fire, so you have a chance to save what's most important to you.
You see, the thing about "decline is a choice" is there comes a point, after you've imported or tolerated or indulged so many people who hate you, and so many people who just want to rob or take advantage of you, that the choice is no longer yours. It's theirs. That's what a democracy with indiscriminate suffrage is and ours is entrenched.
Everything is going to start to change, starting right now, as you read these words. This was not an election that Republicans merely lost. This was the implosion of the Republican party and the total discrediting of the MAGA movement as an electoral force. I'm not going to cast blame or point fingers, because it doesn't matter. There's no point in an election post-mortem because you are never again going to get the chance to vote your way out of this anyway. That window closed tonight.
The GOP's current brand is dead. When they rebrand, which they will, because it's a party run by cockroaches, it's going to be surrender packaged in platitudes. From today forward, if you're a normative white person under 60, a right winger, an America First type, you will no longer have viable or serious electoral political representation. They won't let you have it. Neither party. There will be the left moving the center to them and there will be some cuckhold pumping a fake set of brakes from his chair in the corner as he greedily feasts on his last meal.
The takeover of the GOP has failed. We didn't have the critical mass and all rushing the cockpit got us was a smoldering crater in a field and promises of more pain to come. The people who cheered Charlie Kirk getting shot in the neck are in the driver's seat now. They're never going to forgive you for disrupting their great arc of history. They are going to kill, imprison, ruin, and crush you. Then, they're coming for your kids. This is non-negotiable for them. They are going to salt the earth and make sure nothing like MAGA can ever grow here again. I promise you this.
Nothing resembling the America that was is coming back. Everything after after the 120th Congress is seated will be something new and unprecedented. The American nation's continuity with our ancestors will be severed, just like they wanted.
Be ready. Collect friends. Make plans. Execute on them. Nobody is coming to save you.
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