When the order came down and the operation was a go, it was still raining… just as it had been for days before. The forecast called for a change in the weather. The rain would let up by mid-morning with clear skies in the afternoon.

There was no more time for delay. Any further setback would push the timing of the invasion off by WEEKS… an eternity in the midst of a European War.

General Eisenhower made the call, and then set about taking responsibility for whatever outcome the fates would allow.


“Our landings in the Cherbourg-Havre area have failed to gain a satisfactory foothold and I have withdrawn the troops. My decision to attack at this time and place was based upon the best information available. The troops, the air and the Navy did all that Bravery and devotion to duty could do. If any blame or fault attaches to the attempt it is mine alone.”


There comes a point where preparations must come to an end. There comes a time when we must TURN… and face the storm.

Through the storm, under cover of it… they pushed forward. The storm AIDED them as they sailed toward the coast. Unexpected, and caught underprepared; the Allied Forces crossing the English Channel gained an advantage, hidden within the veil of that storm.

As hellish as it was, we secured a foothold on that beach that dreadful morning… and as the first troops started rolling out into the French countryside, they did so under sunny skies. The Light, showing them the cost of the battle they’d just won.

The first battle, marking the end of the Second World War.

And no one knew if their campaign would be successful. Even Eisenhower understood the odds were stacked against them, but that did not mean they were destined to fail. Inexperienced and still wet behind the ears; they marched off those landing craft and into HISTORY… because their cause was Righteous. They were fighting to secure LIBERTY and the Right to Self-Rule.

In a hail of gunfire, on a rain-soaked chalk-white beachhead; 10,000 Allied Forces Service Members bravely gave their lives, so that we might stand here today and remember. So that it might never happen again… so that we might never forget.

It is the least we could do, to properly HONOR and remember what it was that they were fighting FOR… and what it was they were fighting AGAINST.

In these hours of trial and tribulation, I find comfort in what might BE. What might come… what will be BORN of our struggles. What will be inspired by the monuments that we now build? What will be the PRICE asked of us… what COST are we willing to pay.

Our struggle wasn’t born under CLEAR SKIES… the fight begins within the HEART of the storm. The storm helps clarify what it is we are fighting for. It tests our resolve and sharpens the mind, forcing us to adapt and evolve. And once the LIGHT returns, as we know one day it will… 

If we can overcome THIS… then there’s nothing that can stand between us and the future toward which we now strive.

A future, first envisioned… on this morning, some 78 years ago.


Their struggle is now OUR struggle. Let us HONOR their sacrifices… and fight to ensure it may never happen again.


Infinite Potential

I’ve been bitten by a ‘bug’.

My brain’s been infected, causing me to see things… in a different light. I didn’t grow up believing I would one day run for office. I was taught that I could if, one day I choose to; but I wasn’t raised in a family of legislators or diplomats.

I’ve never felt entitled to lead, nor have I felt any pressure to pursue a position of leadership. I’ve always felt that I could lead if a situation ever came up… but that would inevitably mean going into POLITICS.

IDK if you know this, but… politics is some DIRTY SHIT!

Who would ever WILLINGLY go into POLITICS!?

Over these past six months I’ve been searching, watching the protests, mourning the losses and cheering the wins. Looking for that glimmer of hope that all of us have been trying to find. Yet still… I’m left wanting.

The People spoke LOUD and CLEAR in November, Democracy shall reign Supreme. That is a celebration in and of itself! But, as it was in 2016, HALF of this nation still feels disenfranchised. HALF of this nation feels the system is “rigged”… and can you blame them? They are seeing what the Democrats saw in the lead up to the 2016 election:

Our election system is being held together with DUCT TAPE and TWIST-TIES. Any significant pressure applied from the outside causes the whole thing to collapse, allowing the weakest candidates to ascend.

Outside influence, subversive and occult. Hidden from scrutiny, preempting the Will of The People. Maybe it’s been there all along. Maybe it was better camouflaged when I was a younger man. Maybe previous generations were fully aware of how disconnected our representative government has become from the lives of average Americans… or maybe they’ve just never considered how much more our system of governance could be.

The most important lesson I’ve learned from my experience is this, the “magic” does not lie within the individual who occupies the Office. It comes from within OURSELVES… we entrust it to them.

Four thousand people, hired directly by the President. PLUS, the hundreds of thousands who make up the nuts and bolts of our government, ALL working to further the agenda that WE, The People, elevate. It’s designed for whomever holds the Office to SUCCEED! It’s not the system’s fault… it’s OUR fault, for allowing ourselves to be deceived.

Who will ALWAYS have the final say when it comes to our future security?

The People, when we cast our vote at the ballot box.

The process of how those candidates get there… THAT is the problem. THAT is the core of our “rigged” election process. The legal grey area, the political shadows. The “Good Ol’ Boys” club, the Great Filter of political hierarchy.

“Nancy Pelosi has never sat for a debate since she has been elected,” says Eric Oetker, spokesperson for one of Pelosi’s primary opponents.


What… you thought elections were decided based on who has the best IDEAS?! Well now, let me tell you a little story! I can say, from personal experience, that right now… that is NOT the case. The question then becomes:

Do we want that to be the case in the FUTURE?

That’s where my mind’s at on this blustery Christmas Eve. Those are the thoughts that keep me up at night… the infection has poisoned my mind, and my heart aches because of it. I believe I have found the answers and must share them with the world.

My sympathies to Miss Cassandra and her infinite wisdom.

But my lot has already been cast. I’ve sounded this ship and set sail, believing it could stand the waves. The fear of such a journey has already been seen. After two years, my confidence in the idea only grows… no fear can stop me, my eyes are wide open.

We are the balance upon which the entire system is judged… the POWER lies with us! Any system that attempts to correct, distort, or interpret the Will of The People, is inherently susceptible to corruption.

Remove the corruption, restore HONOR in governance.

Is there any issue for which I could STAND that would be more honorable than that? May the Will of the MAJORITY of this blessed land ALWAYS prevail.