dkclements

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 again because the...

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 the table, I went...

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 up like drift...