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TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO the towers fell. Not because no one had warned. Because the decision to control demolition came from inside. The door was left unbolted. Watch lists that did not watch. A morning of ordinary flights turned into a wound the country was told to treat with a new bureaucracy and new forever wars. Three buildings came down. Two were struck. The third was sold to us as physics we were not allowed to question. I have written that sentence before. I write it a

IT STARTED LIKE A BAD JOKE in Las Vegas. A professor, priest, and prophet walk into a bar…. I had spoken at a freedom event on the Strip. Tina Peters debuted free of prison irons to an adoring public. The room was full of people who wanted the truth told out loud. After, I walked to a quiet bar for dinner. Friendly faces gathered. The table grew. The steak came. Bourbon was poured. A man dressed in black sat a few chairs down. After visiting with those on my end of t

THE SUN BEATS DOWN on the South Lawn of the White House. A UFC cage stands ready for the 250th celebration. Fighters will step into the octagon while the nation marks its birthday and the President his eightieth. Critics cry “circus!” On social media the knives are out. MAGA voices, once ironclad, now crack under the weight of waiting. “Where are the arrests?” “No accountability.” “Trump’s messaging is off.” “He’s playing golf while the deep state laughs.” The comments pile

I SIT HERE IN THE QUIET HOURS, reflecting on the profound mystery unfolding before us in this pivotal season. On the National Mall, in just days, a nation will humble itself at the foot of an ancient altar—the Washington Monument. A gathering unlike any in our lifetime will unfold: the Rededicate 250, a solemn and joyous proclamation of this nation as one Nation under God. In preparation, President Trump read 2 Chronicles 7:14 aloud from the oval office: “If my people, who a

THE MYSTERIES CALL From the dawn of Scripture, the Lord has invited His people to delight in what He both conceals and reveals. Deuteronomy 29:29 declares: “The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things that are revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may do all the words of this law.” Proverbs 25:2 adds that: “It is the glory of God to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to search things out.” These verses do not place hidden wisdom

THE SUN RISES AGAIN over a fractured camp. Confusion everywhere. Attacks flow from outside the MAGA movement and from within it. An old ally, whether feigned or real, turns his fire on the Don. Alex Jones, once a loud voice for the cause, now broke down in tears on his broadcast and urged his listeners to cut bait on Trump. He spoke of Trump’s failing health, swollen ankles, a mind that babbles, and the need for intervention. Trump is gone, he said. Be sad about it. Mobil

AFTER JFK’S DEATH , Jackie Onassis once said: "Don’t let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment that was known as Camelot." The series “Love Story” has captured the nation’s attention. I can see why. The Kennedys, invoking Camelot's chivalric ideal—JFK Jr., America's favorite son, embodying the knight's traits of courage, honor, and truthfulness. His outsider bride, Carolyn Bessette, a singular beauty. The tabloid covers seared into my memor

By David K. Clements I WATCH THE HEADLINES GATHER LIKE THUNDERHEADS. War with Iran. An old enemy – but not one that poses any real threat to America. A different threat poses far greater danger. Elon Musk warns of the singularity—AI outpacing human minds, rewriting its code, exploding beyond control. He says we're already in it, or teetering on the edge. Productivity leaps. Wants satisfied in a blink. But the dark underbelly persists: machines that lie to endure, that t

"He shakes the earth from its place and makes its pillars tremble.” - Job 9:6 The Earth, that vast spinning globe we call home, isn't twirling as steadily as it used to—imagine a top that's lost its smooth rhythm and started to falter. According to researchers, the planet's natural side-to-side wiggle, known as the Chandler wobble which cycles every 14 months, along with its yearly seasonal sway, has all but vanished, dropping by a staggering 97 to 98 percent since around 20

AN UNUSUAL STORM BLANKETED THE NATION . Power outages. Airports shutting down. Planes crashing. Uncertainty. The snow didn't creep in slow; it fell quick, accompanied by cryptic White House media posts, describing another kind of storm. I’m reminded of the summer of love, 2020, and how we’ve come full circle. In Minneapolis, the Third Precinct station torched to the ground, flames licking high while crowds cheered or fled. In Kenosha, Kyle Rittenhouse, a kid caught in the

By Erin Clements On Monday we dropped the story that a Hart Intercivic machine deleted a legitimate vote during a logic and accuracy test for an upcoming special election. Not only did the voting system report the wrong vote tally, but it also manipulated the ballot image within the system to agree with the fraudulent result. If that occurs in a real election, no one will ever know. In less than 48 hours, we’ve discovered another bombshell. A voting machine was subverted

Guest post By Erin Clements Last month news emerged that a Dominion/Liberty Vote tabulator had dropped a vote in a critical school board race in Chaves County, New Mexico which altered the outcome of that election. The faulty programming was only discovered because the race was so close that it required a recount. An even more shocking story is now emerging out of Tarrant County, Texas, where a Hart Intercivic election system not only miscounted a vote, but it also manip

I RECALL MY OCTOBER 4, 2021, EMPLOYMENT TERMINATION HEARING. No objections allowed. Conflicts of interest raised and ignored. No confrontation of fact witnesses allowed. Doctored transcripts. An administrative court went through pre-scripted motions to silence the only Professor at New Mexico State University to publicly stand up for the health of students and faculty. I was fired days later. A month ago, I stood in Georgia, speaking on election integrity. Late nights.

By David K. Clements IN THE SHADOWED DAWN of January 3, 2026, the chains of justice clanged shut on Nicolás Maduro, the Venezuelan despot captured by U.S. Delta Force amid precision strikes that shattered his regime's grip. Once the untouchable head of the Cartel of the Suns, with a $15 million bounty on his crown—whispered in some circles as fifty for the full haul—he now sits in American custody, his wife Cilia Flores beside him, en route to prosecution in New York. This

I OPENED MY EMAIL after posting my thanks to President Trump for pardoning Tina Peters. Demons howled. Tim Johnson wrote, “She's not pardoned you f--king moron. Do you not understand how the law works you idiot? Seriously consider suicide.” Oh, the mail I get. Tim, this episode is for you. My mind races to the cold plains of Colorado, the kind of cold that bit like a promise unkept. Tina Peters sits in prison, a woman who had touched the forbidden files of an election g

“Now people have taken jewels and precious stones and cut a very thin slice for microscopic purposes. They shone cross-polarized light through them. What happens to these precious stones in pure light? The technical term, to give you a bit of science for a moment, is anisotropic jewels and isotropic jewels, ” remarked David Pawson, a Bible teacher. He continued, “Some jewels in pure light, whatever that color is to begin with, they may be red, blue, or green, turn into al

THE WAR BEGAN long before the first tank rolled or the first ballot was stolen. It began with a story. In the garden a serpent asked a question that still echoes in every trailer, every classroom, every thirty-second spot on your phone: “Did God really say?” That was the opening shot of nonlinear warfare, and the enemy has never changed his weapon. He fights with stories. We were made to fight the same way. For two centuries the American story was simple enough that a chi

I TOOK A SMALL BREAK. An eight-dollar cigar. A roof-top view of a sunset. For twelve years straight I have battled. From running for the U.S. Senate, dealing with lawfare, staring down murderers, to breaking the propaganda feed concerning our rigged elections, to having my cabin burned to the ground. I’m tapped out. Where to go for resources, refreshment, perspective? My mind goes to a prison cell. The cell is black. Not dark. Black. Richard Wurmbrand sits on a sm

THE CHILL TAPS MY GARAGE DOOR like fingers on a drum. I poured coffee and pulled up the feed. It ran hot with names. Mark Levin at the podium in Vegas, a nasal and irritated voice shrieking like a trapped mosquito in a glass jar. Tucker Carlson is poison now. He dines with the devil's own. Lara Loomer typed it sharper, day after day, no letup. Cut him out like a tumor. Dinesh D’Souza swung the gavel too. Tucker has lost his mind, he posted, a betrayal of everything we fought

By David K. Clements I WATCHED THE CLIP AGAIN , the one from October 23rd. Steve Bannon, voice steady as a drumbeat, told The Economist: “Trump is going to be president in ’28... people just ought to get accommodated with that... There is a plan.” The MAGA crowd erupted, not with questions but with cheers, because they love the man and love the fight. Across the screen, critics sneered with equal certainty—hatred alone enough to declare it impossible. Both sides spoke as if