Grand Strategy for a New World 1. Economic Expansion Maritime Trade and keeping a low inflation. 2. Preserve Social Benefits & Entitlements 3. R&D, Procurement & Distribution of Materiel 4. Help Our Allies & Our Friends 5. Sanctions & Enforcement of Sanctions on the Russian Economy 6. Uphold International Law & National Sovereignty It would be quite odd if I nailed it on the first attempt, wouldn't you agree?

I knew it since the start, long range strikes, can't spill the beans all at once otherwise they get eaten

Me at 2:30am sneaking into the kitchen to have myself a little snack

A tortoise named Jonathan has been named the oldest living land animal at an estimated age of 194. (1832-2026) His species have an average life expectancy of 150 years.

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ALERT: Florida man who watched his girlfriend get mauled to death by neighbors' pit bulls is arrested for killing his own 3 dogs in his trailer. Donnell Smith watched as his long-time girlfriend, Jodi Cowan, was mauled and ripped apart by Linda Cutler’s pit bulls last month. Cowan was taken to the hospital but passed away from the attack, and Cutler was arrested for manslaughter. Cutler, who faked a heart attack when being arrested, will have her 2 pit bulls euthanized. Smith was arrested by the Brevard County Sheriff's Department after reports of a foul stench coming from his trailer led deputies to find his 3 dogs deceased. Smith had left the dogs, which he shared with Cowen, in the trailer for days without food, water, or ventilation. Brevard Sheriff Wayne Ivey said in a press conference, “Look at all the lives that have been lost, all the lives that have been impacted by this. It simply comes down to people not taking care of the pets they’re responsible for.”

WOW 🚨 More homeless on Skid Row in Los Angeles all confirm they are being PAID TO VOTE They say people come out EVERY DAY and have them sign ballots. They’re told to use the church nearby as their fake address “How often do you see these signature signer people?” “Every day” “Every day? You see this every day?” “Every day.” They say they are being registered to vote and being farmed for votes for everything from Governor races to ballot measures Every election office in California should be raided by the FBI

Arnold Schwarzenegger on the Self-Inflicted High Gas Prices in California “The reason is because the California legislators somehow feel like they don't want to have a refinery in California … So now you have to go and ship all the oil to Texas, do the refining, and then you go and ship it back again. Well, what happens when you ship it? That creates pollution! So it is absolutely contradictory to what they believe in.”

It turns out they did just steal our money. 😡 Governor Cox’s ‘24 campaign manager, Matt Lusty, set up a shell non-profit so he could take $2 million in no-bid, direct grant, taxpayer money arranged by Governor Cox. Lusty cashed the checks, did some useless make work, and closed up shop in time for the ‘26 campaign season. A white collar smash and grab operation. All technically “legal“, of course. And a clean get away. Minnesota Somali scammers could lear a thing or two from Utah.

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On this day in 1864, William Tecumseh Sherman lifted his field glasses, noticed a small cluster of officers loitering on a distant Georgia hilltop, got annoyed that they were studying his lines so openly, and gave a casual order to a battery to fire and make them move along. That order killed one of the strangest and most beloved men ever to wear a general's stars, and Sherman had no idea who was standing on that ridge until it was over. To understand the moment, you have to understand the campaign it grew out of. By the summer of 1864 the war had hardened into something grinding and relentless. In the West, Sherman had been handed the job of driving south from Tennessee into Georgia to capture Atlanta, a rail and manufacturing hub that was one of the beating hearts of the Confederacy. Against him stood Joseph Johnston, a cautious, skillful general who knew he was outnumbered and refused to throw his army away in a head-on fight. So the Atlanta Campaign became a long, wet, maddening chess match through the north Georgia hills. Johnston would dig into a strong position, Sherman would refuse to attack it directly and instead slide around the flank, and Johnston would fall back to the next ridge and dig in again. Mile by mile, the armies clawed south toward Atlanta in the heat and the rain. Pine Mountain was one of those positions. It was a forward hill that bulged out ahead of the main Confederate line near Marietta, and on the rainy morning of June 14 the three most senior Confederate commanders in that army rode up to its crest to look at the ground. There was Johnston himself, the army commander. There was William Hardee, a tough, professional corps commander who had literally written the army's tactics manual. And there was Lieutenant General Leonidas Polk. They had come up together to study the Union positions spread out below and to decide a practical question: whether this exposed, jutting hill could actually be held or whether it should be given up like all the others. Polk was unlike any other man on that hilltop, or really any other general in the war. He had not spent his life as a soldier. He was the Episcopal Bishop of Louisiana, the spiritual leader of an entire region, a man whose ordinary work was tending churches and souls across the Deep South. But he had also graduated from West Point as a young man, where he became close friends with a cadet named Jefferson Davis, before leaving the army almost immediately to enter the ministry. When the war came, Davis, now president of the Confederacy, persuaded his old friend to take up a general's commission. So Polk set down the bishop's staff, put on the gray uniform, and went to war. The soldiers called him the Fighting Bishop, and they adored him. He was not the most gifted battlefield tactician, and he had clashed badly with commanders like Braxton Bragg earlier in the war, but his presence carried a moral weight that no ordinary general could match. To the men in the ranks he was part commander, part shepherd, a living symbol that God was on their side. That symbolism had been on vivid display only days earlier. In the quiet of the camps during this very campaign, Polk had performed baptisms for fellow generals, pouring water over the heads of hardened men who commanded thousands. Among those he baptized was John Bell Hood, the aggressive, one-legged, crippled-armed fighter who would soon replace Johnston and hurl this army into the open in a series of bloody attacks. Picture it: a bishop in a general's coat, blessing the men who were about to send tens of thousands to their graves in front of Atlanta. Down in the Union lines, Sherman was riding along his front when he glanced up at Pine Mountain and saw, through his glasses, the little group of officers standing there in the open, plainly studying his army. It irritated him. He did not know they were generals. He simply saw enemy officers being insolent about reconnoitering his positions, and he turned to General Oliver Howard and told him, in effect, to have a battery fire a few rounds and teach them not to stand around in plain sight. There was nothing dramatic in the order. It was the kind of routine annoyance a commander deals with a dozen times a day. A section of the 5th Indiana Battery wheeled their Parrott rifles toward the crest and opened fire. The first shells screamed up the slope and missed. The officers on the hilltop heard them coming and understood the message, and they began to move off, but they walked rather than ran. None of them wanted to be seen scrambling for cover in front of watching soldiers. Hardee and Johnston stepped away. Polk lingered. By most accounts he paused, hands clasped behind his back, taking one last unhurried look at the Union army below, the way a man studies a view he means to remember. And in that pause, another shell came in. It struck him squarely, passing through his body and killing him instantly. His friends ran back to him, but there was nothing anyone could do. The Bishop was gone. The shock of it tore through the entire Confederate army within hours. Losing Polk did not just mean losing a corps commander. It felt like losing a piece of the cause itself, a sign and a saint struck down on a hilltop. Johnston, normally reserved, was overcome and reportedly wept over the body of his friend. Soldiers filed past to pay respects. The story spread across the South in letters and newspapers and pulpits, and Polk was instantly transformed into a martyr, the holy man slain while watching over his army. A bloodstained Bible said to have been on him became a relic. For a brief moment the grief over one general eclipsed the larger crisis of the campaign itself. On the Union side, once word filtered across the lines about exactly who had been killed by that battery, the reaction was colder and more practical. It was proof of something the men already sensed: on this campaign, in this kind of war, not even the most senior and most revered commanders were safe. A general could be erased from a quiet hilltop by a gun crew who never even knew his name. And Sherman, characteristically, did not pause over it for long. He recorded the death almost matter-of-factly and kept doing exactly what he had been doing. Pine Mountain, the hill they had all come up to evaluate, proved untenable just as the exposed position suggested, and within days the Confederates abandoned it and fell back again. Sherman kept flanking, kept pressing, kept grinding south through Kennesaw Mountain and beyond, refusing to be drawn into the kind of fight Johnston wanted. By September he would take Atlanta, a victory so enormous that it helped secure Lincoln's reelection and doomed the Confederacy's last hope that the North might simply give up. So that is the whole strange weight of this day. A bishop who became a general, a man who baptized his fellow commanders in their tents one week and was killed on a rainy ridge the next, struck down not by some grand stroke of fate but by an almost offhand order from an enemy who did not even know he was there. One of the most human and improbable deaths of the entire war, on a hill that most people have never heard of.

"I’m not weak anymore"

200 miles of city water line over 100 years old - Salt Lake City. (SLC loots $10 million from its utility to its general fund/yr). Utah's No. 1 Super Water Leaker - Salt Lake City Utah's No. 1 Water Hoarder - Salt Lake City Utah's No. 1 Weaponizer of water - Salt Lake City 2025 - 5.3 billion gallons leaked 2024 - 3.92 billion gallons leaked 2023 - 4.78 billion gallons leaked 2022 - 3.95 billion gallons leaked 2021 - 5.44 billion gallons leaked SLC reported "system losses" (SLC leakage from city water mains) SLC's weaponizing of water is denying water based on your politics, your land use, business, or denying a Building Permit to get money out of you or your "dry" land. Utah Division of Water Rights - No fines. No letters. Yawns. But holy moly for family lawn water volitations - snitch lines and prizes. 15% of SLC water lines ( are 100 years old. SLC water line replacement rate is every 255 years. Utah has no water line replacement laws for cities. Why do water wasting violations apply to families and industry, but not cities? SLC's excuses - Salt Lake City is doing a good job preserving as much water as it can within the system. The bottom line, he [Lewis] said, is that any system will lose copious amounts of water. "We don't have enough manpower or enough money to fix all the leaks in system." SLC loots $10 million a year from its utility department, spends $1 million on watershed cops (aka SLC private Forest Rangers) unlike any city in Utah, and is admin very heavy. Note: Boise, Idaho has a private water company (Veolia) supplying more water for less. SLC will sell about 73,000 acre-feet for $143.2 million in 2026. 19% price hike. Boise Private Veolia will sell about 50,000 acre-feet for $65 million. 12% price hike. Looks like private water companies are more efficient and better services. Better policies for Better Living deseret.com/2005/8/10/199064…

I went back to the Tijuana River in San Diego County. Raw sewage and toxic waste STILL flowing freely into our state from Mexico. Gavin Newsom has STILL not declared a state of emergency, as local leaders demand. It is completely unacceptable. As governor I WILL declare a state of emergency so we can bring an end to this scandal.

House Ethics fined Salt Lake Blake 70 times for corrupt stock trading. Utahns want no Moore. STOP INSIDER TRADING! VOTE @KariLisonbee

This copy of Magna Carta in the Abbey's Library collection was made in 1300 and is one of just six known to have survived from this date. The charter was sealed by King John #onthisday in 1215, establishing the universal right to justice and a fair trial. #MagnaCartaDay

Sandy Petersen, the designer of Doom, Quake, Call of Cthulhu, and Age of Empires, responding on social media to fans asking how to save Blizzard: "We don't need to save Blizzard. We didn't need to save Microsoft or id Software or Ensemble Studios or Atari. We don't need to save ANY game company. If they die, they die. They will be replaced with new, likely superior game companies. Gaming continues." The man who helped build the foundations of modern gaming says let the industry's legacy studios die. Is he right?

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