Free Thinking Through the Fourth Turning with Sasha Stone

“Now you know why they call me Dirty Harry, every dirty job that comes along.”
Just as audiences didn’t know how much they needed Dirty Harry until he showed up on a movie screen in 1971, residents of Los Angeles had no idea how much they needed Spencer Pratt until they saw him face off against two of the leading candidates for Mayor of Los Angeles, Karen Bass and Nithya Raman.
Bass and Raman couldn’t even answer simple questions, like whether illegal immigrants should be able to vote or whether there should be homeless encampments outside elementary schools. And every time the camera cut to Pratt, his reaction was always the same: “ You have got to be kidding me.”
He spoke truths no one in the Democratic Party ever could or would because they don’t have to. They are never asked hard questions they don’t already have answers to, and they are never challenged as directly as they were by Spencer Pratt.
They’re also protected by the legacy media, by Hollywood, by late-night comedy. As long as they properly virtue signal and obey the rules of Woketopia, no one ever holds them accountable for the problems in a city overrun by crime, drugs, and homelessness. Until now.
Pratt wiped up the floor with Bass and Raman, so much so that they have now dropped out of a debate by the League of Women Voters that would have been held on May 13th. Now, it’s been canceled because someone, somewhere, told them they'd do better if they employed the Biden basement strategy: stay out of sight and let the system win the election.
The Democrats and Hollywood have the same problem. They can’t tell the truth. Just as in 1971, when Dirty Harry sliced through the pretense like a hot knife through ice cream, so too has Spencer Pratt gotten our attention with his innovative campaign and simple, common-sense messaging, in an entertaining, imaginative way. True, AI might be the beginning of the end, but the way Pratt uses it has expanded the possibilities.
With the help of Charles Curran, whose studio is responsible for many of these, we can now see how useful AI can be for creating an effective, viral campaign ad without the heavy lift of an entire production company and millions of dollars in campaign funds. This is AI at a grassroots level, but in its own way, it’s also artful commentary, the kind we never see aimed at the Left.
AI, now in Pratt's hands, poses an unpredictable threat to the opposition, who will figure it out soon enough.
It is also a threat to Hollywood for the same reasons. It doesn’t have to be politically correct or rely on partisan celebrities to approve of the messaging. AI also cuts through the noise, like Dirty Harry, like Spencer Pratt, because it represents freedom at a time of extremely oppressive micro-managing over all culture, and film especially.
Dirty Harry was politically incorrect, but it told the truth at a time when most people were too afraid to talk about the soft-on-crime policies in the wake of the counterculture revolution.
Too many rapes and serial killers on the rise, too many hippies, the Zodiac killer, the Manson murders - crime was everywhere, yet the culture of the time wasn’t exactly tuned in. If critics in the 1970s thought Dirty Harry was fascist, as Pauline Kael did, ordinary Americans - Nixon’s Silent Majority - felt seen.
And now, residents of Los Angeles, many of them too poor to afford homes in the gated communities of the rich and famous who fund Mayor Karen Bass, might feel seen in the passionate messaging of Spencer Pratt. His voice is urgent in a time of complacency. He sees the problems the Left ignores. He speaks the truth when everyone else parrots the comforting lies.
Los Angeles has been neglected for far too long, with the wildfires that burned down Pratt’s home becoming the tipping point. It was time for someone to rise up and say enough is enough.
They don’t know how to deal with a shooting star like Pratt. When the Democrats try to dismiss him as a fame-hungry reality star, he hits them with something moving and undeniable.
It’s true that Pratt was the enfant terrible of a mid-aughts reality show called The Hills. Not exactly the kind of leader people who shop at Erewon after doing hot yoga on La Brea have in mind for a leader. But his sincerity shines through. This is personal, and we can feel it.
He says Bass has the unions and the money, but he has the moms. He has Democrats and Conservatives backing him. They call him MAGA, but he really isn’t. He is the first politician who is genuinely attempting to run a non-partisan campaign and actually reach across the aisle, which is exactly the hero America needs right now, not just in LA, but everywhere.
It’s hard not to be won over by Spencer Pratt because he is so sincere. All of that manic bluster from the old days of The Hills has clearly been transformed by the trauma of his house burning down in a fire that the city should have been more prepared for, to put it mildly.
He is campaigning like he means it, projecting the kind of urgency many Los Angeles residents feel every day as they watch their government do nothing to change things. Why has no one ever even bothered asking these questions? Because they are too afraid.
The problems in LA have been ignored for far too long. The street takeovers that terrorize the working-class parts of the city.
Random attacks of violence:
Crime and drugs in parks that should be safe for families.
And of course, the 70,000+ homeless population, only a small percentage of which choose to be sheltered.
Whether you pay money or give food or try to help the people on the street, it almost always comes back to the same hard truth: they are mostly wild things of the street who do not want to follow the rules of shelters, either because they don’t allow pets or they don’t allow drugs and alcohol, or they can’t be inside anywhere without burning the place down.
And there are so many rich people in LA willing to give them money. Why would they give it up? And this you are not even allowed to think or say, lest you be condemned as heartless.
There are decent people in LA, people I know, who have spent their lives devoted to trying to help. They want the story to be that many of them can’t afford to live in a country run by billionaires. But the truth is harder to face. The truth is that many of them should not be on the streets because they’re a harm to themselves or to others. The truth is that many of them are extremely mentally ill or lifelong drug addicts.
It’s so bad now that reports have emerged that addicts are testing dogs to see if the drugs are safe. The dogs are chained. The dogs are fighting. The dogs are starving. For every dog that’s well taken care of, there are far more that are being horrifically abused, and Spencer Pratt cares enough to talk about it.
A Tale of Two Cities
Los Angeles is two cities. In one, the wealthy make movies and drive through their protected, gated parking lots, then retreat to their homes in gated communities in the hills. Sunset Boulevard is a showcase for that mask of extreme wealth, like Malibu, Beverly Hills, and the Platinum Triangle.
Spencer Pratt’s home was in the wealthy enclave of the Pacific Palisades, which burned to rubble during the wildfires. By all rights, he should be protecting the wealthy, who were his neighbors. He’s a guy who went to Crossroads, after all, the school where celebrities send their kids.
That isn’t what he’s doing. He’s speaking now for the everyday resident of the city, whether rich or poor. He wants to clean up the streets. He wants to fix what’s broken. He wants the streets, parks, and schools to be safe for kids and families, and he wants to save the dogs. Do we hear any of the Democrats talking about this?
In 2009, a 17-year-old named Lily Burk drove to downtown LA to run an errand for her mother and to practice her driving. She attended one of those expensive private schools in North Hollywood and had a promising future.
She was abducted by a registered sex offender with a rap sheet who’d left a treatment facility that day. He demanded that she get him money from the ATM, but she only had a credit card. He smashed her face against the dashboard and slit her throat. Half an hour later, he was drinking beer and smoking crack on Skid Row before the police even found Burk’s body.
I remember that story. I remember how awkward it was to talk about because the perp was black and Burk was white. But for me, it was a wakeup call, and I instilled in my daughter the message: do not be a guilty liberal. Protect yourself. Be afraid, no matter what. But it was a secret that passed between us, one we could never say out loud. That is what it is like to live as a progressive in LA.
The problem of crime and homelessness in LA is like the problem of illegal immigration. No one talks about those who are murdered, but that is the baseline of what American citizens deserve. These are crimes that could have been prevented if only we could tell the truth and our politicians had listened.
Dirty Harry was a hit. Audiences were hungry for his brand of justice, where the bad guys get what’s coming to them because Harry Callahan cuts through the bureaucracy and enacts his own brand of justice.
America, then as now, was shifting away from the wild days of the hippie revolution and toward a more secure, safer America by 1980, with Ronald Reagan. Dirty Harry was only the beginning.
Spencer Pratt might not win. LA is as blue as it gets. I don’t live there anymore. I wish I did, just so I could vote for him. But in a way, it doesn’t really change what his presence in politics has meant to so many of us - especially those of us in California who know the game and have gotten so sick of playing it.
We need more heroes who can speak the truth. Spencer Pratt has arrived just in time.


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My mom doesn’t read this Substack. We sit on opposite ends of the great divide. But she doesn’t hold my political shift against me, even if she doesn’t understand it. When I visit her, I often find CNN or the BBC filling up the silence. The same messages drone on and on: Trump is bad, the world is coming to an end, it’s all terrible. And there’s my mom, absorbing it like a sponge. It’s a wonder she talks to me at all.
We get along because we studiously avoid any mention of the Orange Man or politics. She is always on one side, and I am almost always on the other. If it does come up, and she makes an off-handed comment, it’s like someone lighting a match near a gas leak. We can’t talk about it at all, none of it, and so we don’t.
I’m grateful that politics doesn’t define her to the point that she would go “no-contact” with her own daughter. No one in my family went that far. I guess I’m lucky. I think they think I caught a crazy bug, and one day I will go back to normal. So we just tread water until things change.
My mother’s life wasn’t what she wanted it to be, although whose is? She was a bright light who looked like an adult by the age of 12. At 14, she was pretending to be 16 to compete in beauty pageants.
Here she is, at number 1.
It wouldn’t last long, just a few short years. But it must have made her parents proud to see her star rise that fast. She never knew her biological father and still doesn’t, but those genes are partly what made her such a stunner.
Not long after, she would meet a man, get pregnant, and drop out of high school. That would never become a marriage and a family. Eventually, she’d start working nights at Pandora’s Box in Hollywood, where she met my dad, a Jazz drummer.
My dad would split, and she’d be a divorced mom with four kids before the age of 25. She was still too young to understand what she’d done to her life by having us, but over time, it would start to sink in, everything she gave up to raise us instead of chasing her own dreams. It wasn’t easy for her, that’s for sure, but we had what was kind of like a little farm, with goats, chickens, and ponies on top of a mountain in Topanga Canyon.
Because I grew up in the era of blaming your parents for your bad childhood, we didn’t spend a lot of time thanking them for giving us life at all. We were too busy looking at what was wrong. But I can’t pretend it was all sunshine and roses either. It wasn’t. It was painful and explains why my life is the way it is now, at least partly.
Understanding what shaped my life is different from blaming my mom, who really did do the best she could under the circumstances. We felt guilt throughout most of our childhood for having taken her life away from her. She gave up everything, it felt like, but now I bet she can’t imagine her life without us.
Back in the 1970s, parents didn’t coddle their kids. We grew up like weeds. We had to learn how to survive, and it wasn’t shameful to punish your children or leave them to fend for themselves. Or teach them hard lessons. It’s just how it was.
I don’t remember being very close to my mom. She didn’t comfort me when I cried. If anything, she tried to toughen me up. I was too sensitive for her liking. But I do remember her holding me in the Pacific, taking me out into the waves to show me that I could do it, since I was too afraid. I remember feeling close to her then, and it’s one of the only times I've felt that way. I was still scared of the water, but I felt safe in her arms, and I’ll forget how warm and soft her skin felt as I clung to her through the crashing waves.
The truth is that we were lucky to have that life, at least in the early days before we left Topanga. We spent every morning until night living in the wild. We were always barefoot, always with our hands and feet in nature. I remember plunging into the mud during rainstorms, tasting different kinds of grass, watching the weather turn, and the smell of my pony’s fur after a long ride.
Ultimately, how things changed in the coming decades, after Columbine and 9/11, how kids were over-protected, I am grateful I got the harder, rougher childhood. It prepared me for right now, for living through this era of people mostly online, of coddled children, of dehumanizing each other and tribal warfare, of cancellations and assassinations, and overly medicated and emotional women who couldn’t handle the election of the Orange Man.
What I learned from my mom was hard work and resilience. The reason I work every single day, and have ever since I started working online over 20 years ago, is my mom. Her words have often echoed in my mind over the years, “Just do the next thing. Keep moving forward.” Then again, for both of us, work is something we understand. The complications of everyday life, especially relationships, not so much.
Just do the next thing is how you manage a messy life, or a broken life, or even a hard life - something most Americans know nothing about. If you can just do the next thing, you will be halfway there.
That reminds me of one of my favorite movies, The Edge (written by David Mamet). They decide they have to kill the bear because most people die in the wilderness of shame. They collapse in helplessness because they can’t believe they were stupid enough to get themselves into a place where they might not survive. “They die of shame!”
“What one man can do, another can do!”
Doing the next thing means getting out of bed, making the bed, making coffee, walking the dogs, writing something, tweeting something. There is always something to be done, and doing that one thing pulls you along. It is the best way I know, other than praying, to live with the idea that one day I will die. Or one day my mom will die.
My mom had to do the next thing because she had no choice. She couldn’t waste a day lying around crying about a life she did not plan and didn’t want. It might be true that she didn’t realize how hard it would be to parent four kids, all on her own, before the age of 25. It might even be true that at some point, she realized she actually wanted to live a life of learning, of expanding her horizons, of becoming someone, like those early pageant days of promise.
To her credit, she never abandoned us. She left for long periods, especially during my middle school years. Sooner or later, she’d come back. She stuck it out with dental appointments and bought us bikes she couldn’t afford (that would then get stolen). She gave us a place to live and got us to school, much of the time. Perfect, no. But we survived.
My mom flourished in life by doing the next thing. She never gave up on herself. She went from welfare to working as a cocktail waitress and then a bartender, to earning her real estate license, to becoming a property owner who could leave pieces of it to all of her children and grandchildren.
I can’t think of a greater success story of anyone I know personally. She doesn’t really see it that way, I don’t think. My guess is that she still mourns the person she might have been all of those years ago, before things changed so dramatically. She doesn’t credit herself or pat herself on the back. She just does the next thing.

Even this morning, when I talked to her on the phone, with her back problems that have meant she can’t move around much anymore, she told me she walked around her yard, and everywhere she looked, there was something that had to be done. There is always another thing after the next thing.
Happy Mother’s Day to my strong, imperfect, glorious mom, who will never read this. I send it out to the universe anyway as an appreciation to all the moms, those who aimed for perfection and those who just did the best they could.
Hope your day is full and that you can count your blessings of all you have right in front of you right now.

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If Hitler had a podcast, it would be the talk of the town. He would be loved by many, hated by more, and ignored by none. Hitler would stand out because he’s already been through all of this. He knows where it ends up.
If Hitler had a podcast, he’d finally be cool. And Hitler was never cool. A mediocre artist with a thousand-yard stare, he was repellent to most people. But in 2026 America, where coolness is measured by offending the right people, Hitler would be hanging with the bros.
He’d be on Joe Rogan laughing about Erika Kirk’s eyes and claiming Kanye might have been onto something way back when he said the Jews were controlling everything.
He’d be sitting across from Tim Dillon talking about genocide, and Israel and the Jews. He’d fly up to Maine, have dinner with Tucker, maybe sit in the sauna, and then have a lengthy interview about how much they love dogs, and then talk about how World War II was the fault of the Jews.
He’d be at Theo Von’s Easter party with his arm around Brett Cooper and Candace Owens, smiling and happy on such a beautiful day. To be hated is to be cool.
They’re all cool, you’re not cool if you worry about Hitler having a podcast. You’re only cool if you are okay with Hitler. If you laugh and giggle and say he really has a point, you know. The Left went so overboard with language policing and censorship that now, no one would know what to do if Hitler had a podcast.
When Candace Owens spent weeks dragging Charlie Kirk’s widow, Erika, through the mud on her podcast to millions of clicks and views, it did seem like we hit rock bottom as a society. How did she get away with it for so long? How is it she was never shamed into silence? Because the most prominent podcasters like Joe Rogan, Theo Von, Dave Smith, Megyn Kelly, and Tucker Carlson never said a word. They didn’t want to be uncool. So she kept going.
If Hitler had a podcast, he’d jump on the trend too because who would even stop him by now?
He’d arrive just in time to present himself as a beacon of light to all of the lost men and boys whose lives had become meaningless. Women have overtaken society, the Left destroyed culture and over-policed thought and speech, and the only fun around here can be had with guys like Nick Fuentes.
If Hitler had a podcast, it would be called “Work and Bread,” landing somewhere between the Hasan Piker Left and the Fuentes Right. The only requirement is that you hate Israel, and because of his loyalty to Israel, Donald Trump.
They don’t think of it as anti-semitism anymore because they think of it as anti-Zionism or anti-Israel.
From Bridget Phetasy’s Walk-ins Welcome with guest, Adam Louis-Klein.
It’s the policies! It’s the genocide! Does it really matter? If Hitler had a podcast, he would tell them what they wanted and needed to hear.
Said Hitler in 1922:
And it was precisely the same in the economic sphere. The vast process of the industrialization of the peoples meant the confluence of great masses of workmen in the towns. Thus great hordes of people arose, and these, more’s the pity, were not properly dealt with by those whose moral duty it was to concern themselves for their welfare. Parallel with this was a gradual ‘moneyfication’ of the whole of the nation’s labor-strength. ‘Share-capital’ was in the ascendant, and thus bit by bit the Stock Exchange came to control the whole national economy.
That’s Ana Kasparian. That’s Hasan Piker. And increasingly, that’s Tucker Carlson. Hitler would fit right in. That could explain why Nick Fuentes is now calling for unity among the Left and the Right - to bring the Goyim together.
If Hitler had a podcast, we’d have no words left to describe what he is because we’ve run out.
Fascist? That’s the guy sitting in the White House who won an election in America twice. It’s the only way Gen-Z has ever heard the word used. Fascism is a white guy who doesn’t do what we want him to do.
What Hitler did in Germany, or Mussolini in Italy, is a foreign concept to people who can literally post images of Trump dead on the internet and not be thrown in jail or shot on the spot.
But words don’t mean words anymore.
“Genocide” can mean anything now, as long as Israel is the aggressor. It doesn’t count if Christians are being slaughtered in Africa, or nearly one million dead in the Ukraine war, or even the 40,000 dead protesters in Iran. No, genocide is now attached to one source, Israel.
Nazi is thrown around so casually now that it almost sounds like a new type of drink at Starbucks. I’ll have the half-caff Nazi with cold foam?
In Hitler’s day, there was no Israel. If Hitler had a podcast, he’d agree with Tucker Carlson and Megyn Kelly that it’s the Jews who led us into the war in Iran and that Trump is either being bribed by them or enslaved by them. Why do you think World War I and World War II were fought? Hitler explained it all years ago:
“A circle of Jews in America once drove this country into the war against all national interest, simply and solely because of Jewish-capitalist motives. And President Roosevelt, lacking capabilities of his own, has the support of said brain trust, whose leading men I need not mention by name: they are only Jews. Through them, as in the year 1917, the United States of America was driven step by step into a war without reason and sense, by a Jewish-infected president and his completely Jewish cohorts, against nations which have never harmed America, and against people from whom America can never profit.”
If Hitler had a podcast, his war message would resonate with the same people now being told by Nick Fuentes that we must do something about the global problem of Jewry.
Hitler blamed the Jews before it was cool, but of course, now, in America, the rage is bubbling over, and it’s the perfect time for Hitler’s return. Israelis are the Nazis now. Trump is Hitler on the Left but a slave to Israel on the Right. We haven’t seen anything like this in over 80 years.
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Radio Days
By 1933, more than 4.5 million Germans had access to a radio, which became their primary means of news, entertainment, and best of all, Nazi propaganda. Hitler could triple those views now if he had a podcast.
Goebbels was the main driver of propaganda. But in America in 2026, Goebbels could be anyone who works for Trump, and Mass Deportations are on par with the Nuremberg Laws that stripped Jews of their rights as German Citizens.
With their hysteria cred maxxed out, our establishment government would not know how to even recognize, much less deal with, Hitler and his podcast. No one wants to be uncool and censor the hottest guy on the internet, so Hitler's message would flourish. How do you think Hasan Piker became such a force on the Left almost overnight?
Ami Kozak on Jeremy Boering’s show, along with Shabbos Kestenbaum and Billy Hallowell, on how to be a better consumer of podcasts.
The Path to Islam
Only recently has the Right begun to lean in ever so slightly toward supporting Islam. Even those who were once stridently opposed have now begun to reconsider. Israel, after all, has manipulated them into seeing Islam as the enemy when the whole time it was worldwide Jewry seeking more power and control.
But, as usual, Hitler was way ahead of the game. He might not have been all that much of a fan of the brown people over there. But even he recognized that a “religion of men” was to be respected. He had what might be called Muslim envy.
From the WSJ:
‘It’s been our misfortune to have the wrong religion,” Hitler complained to his pet architect Albert Speer. “Why did it have to be Christianity, with its meekness and flabbiness?” Islam was a Männerreligion—a “religion of men”—and hygienic too. The “soldiers of Islam” received a warrior’s heaven, “a real earthly paradise” with “houris” and “wine flowing.” This, Hitler argued, was much more suited to the “Germanic temperament” than the “Jewish filth and priestly twaddle” of Christianity.
Hitler Youth
If Hitler had a podcast, he would appeal to the young because they don’t know any better today than they did then.
Hitler knows that lost men need strong leaders. If those leaders have shrunk back into the darkness because things haven’t worked out for them the way they wanted, they will be ripe for the picking.
Young men, white men especially, have been raised by an establishment that wanted them to take a step backward and elevate the marginalized. In Weimar Germany, women were rising as a political force at a time of intense sexual liberation, experimentation, and gender fluidity, just like now.
This led to a crisis of masculinity, much like the one we face today, which in turn caused a pendulum shift in the opposite direction. The moral decay and foundational rot at the heart of America’s collapsing cultural empire were on full display at the Met Gala, seemingly punctuating America’s decline, Weimar-style.
Hitler reacted to that era with revulsion, presenting himself as a puritanical moralist who never sold the image of being a ladies’ man or even having a wife. Nick Fuentes claims to be a virgin in a society ruled by intolerable women who won’t give him the time of day.

The Left is leaning into violence, assassinations, and targeted attacks on Jews, spiking in recent years. If Hitler had a podcast, he would adopt Hasan Piker’s ideology that Hamas is the real hero in this story.
There was a time when podcasts felt like freedom. Anyone could say anything they wanted, but by the time it got to accusing a widow of having a hand in murdering her husband, because Israel wanted to go to war with Iran, it seems they’ve jumped the shark.
If Hitler had a podcast, he’d have to somehow top it. And that is how we got here, where all of them are competing for those eyeballs who have nothing better to do than to watch the world burn.
Thankfully, on the right, there are leaders who offer an alternative vision for young Americans. Charlie Kirk was the most influential of them, guiding his young viewers toward faith, family, and purpose. Without him, so many seem to be adrift, following those who pander for their attention, rather than those who guide them.
Here is another clip from the Jeremy Boering’s show.
Somehow, one of the brightest lights turns out to be Marco Rubio, selling hope and the American dream.
There are no leaders on the Left who even want to try to unite this broken and chaotic country. We either accept their mass delusion that Trump is Hitler or forget it. At least if Hitler had a podcast, maybe they would finally be able to see that Trump never was.
As we head into America’s 250th birthday, we’re holding on by a thread. Whether they like it or not, Trump changed things, and we’re not changing back.
It has to be up to the Right because if nothing else, they have the good sense to know Hitler when they see him.

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Chuck Todd is terrified for his life. He announced he won’t attend any events with Donald Trump anymore. He doesn’t feel safe. It’s too dangerous. Trump, he insists, will throw everyone else under the bus to protect himself.
That’s awfully convenient, considering the media is largely responsible for the collective mental health crisis in this country regarding Donald Trump. How do I know? I used to exist inside that insulated Doomsday Cult, and most of the people I know in real life still do. I can see what it’s done to them. Ten years of worry, fear, hysteria, and hatred have consumed them.
When I talk to my mother, I know she exists in that world defined by hate, as she spends the last few years of what’s left of her life as part of this “all of society” effort to bring down the enemy of the Democrats, of Barack Obama. That’s all it is. But she has no idea because she takes them at their word, and her perception of reality is limited to the confines of the Doomsday cult.
My mother is like I used to be, a committed soldier to believing everything that was pumped into my nervous system from my social media feed, to the headlines at the New York Times, to the opening monologues on Morning Joe, The Daily Show, and MS-Now. Like her, I trusted them. Like her, I couldn’t believe they would lie about something so serious. It had to be true, all of it.
It’s just that it wasn’t true, and it was easy to figure it out. All it took was watching Trump’s rallies, listening to him talk, getting to know his supporters, seeing things from their point of view, and humanizing them. And yet, even suggesting such a thing, and you watch them flip out.
I’ve always known all it would take is a little bit of courage from the legacy press to help people like my mom, and millions of Americans who believe the lies they pump out every day on behalf of the Democrats. Just a little bit of sanity would go a long way. But instead, they are playing with fire. They are assuming guys like Cole Allen can tell the difference between extreme hyperbole and the truth.
Any column about the Left’s violence begins and ends with Trump, and all that means is they don’t get the message. At best, they “both sides” it, they can’t see what they’ve done to whole generations who actually believe they’re growing up in a dictatorship, a regime that disappears people off the streets, wants to turn every woman into a birthing slave, and is shooting protesters just for exercising their First Amendment rights. Who wouldn’t want to pick up a gun?
At best, the Democrats came out of the potential massacre screaming about gun control, as though they’ve done anything to protect the students or the schools in 20 years, but all that does is change the channel away from common sense and empathy back to where they want it, right on target.
Cole Allen took the press at their word, which is why he couldn’t understand how they could have dinner with a “rapist, traitor, and pedophile.” He has a point. After all, why would they if they really meant everything they’ve been telling us for ten years?
Had he been better at breaching security — if he’d had a better weapon that could fire multiple rounds, there is a good chance members of the press could have been mowed down too, along with the very pregnant Karoline Leavitt, who thankfully just welcomed her baby into this world. It feels like a miracle for anyone paying attention.
The press didn’t seem to get it. None of them even took a pause, except to blame Trump, to say he was nice for a second there, but then turned hostile again at Norah O’Donnell on 60 Minutes.
The media focuses intensely on acts of violence by the Right and has for ten years, while ignoring violence from the Left. They do this without even thinking about it, which is why Americans conclude the Right is more violent. The media told them. So why wouldn’t it be true?
Alex Pretti and Renee Good shouldn’t have been shot, but they were attacking federal officers. They aren’t the violent ones to the media. It’s ICE, the Gestapo. If you aren’t aware that there are two sides to every story in America now, what in the world would you think? You wouldn’t just be terrified. You would be radicalized. You would think violence is the only answer because everything else has failed.
The press, however, should have better discernment. If they could just tell the truth for once, or at least try to correct the record, maybe we wouldn’t be here now, where yet another assassin felt he had no other choice but to do the world a favor by killing Hitler.
It was the job of the media to push back on the hyperbole and hysteria, but instead they became the delivery device, injecting irrational fear and rage into the veins of this country every second of every day - in airports, gyms, gas stations, and in the living rooms of people who still watch the news, like my mom.
Why don’t they think of us? Why doesn’t just once Joy Behar or Whoopi Goldberg say, “Oh, we don’t really mean he’s a fascist. We just say that because we want to win elections, but it isn’t really true.”
They always think of the next round of elections - keep the people afraid, keep them engaged, then we can win. But what has this done to the soul of our nation, and no, they can’t keep blaming Donald Trump because look at where that has gotten us. Semi fascists, ultra MAGA, racists, rapists, Nazis.
Here is Ben Shapiro.
Cole Allen’s entire adult life has been shaped by Trump Derangement Syndrome, due almost entirely to the legacy media’s partnership with the Democratic Party and their efforts to run a “hearts and minds” campaign on the American people since 2016.
They took a side, along with all of our once-shared culture, institutions, corporations, and universities, with no consideration to what that level of sustained hysteria and rage might do to impressionable minds who know no other kind of America, one before the Democrats and the media turned their world into a Doomsday Cult.
I also know that all it would take is a little bit of courage from the media to start calling the Democrats out for what they’ve done to all of us all of these years. Have they ever even thought about what comes next after Trump? There will be nothing left of them. Their entire existence revolves around ridding the world of this evil force, and they wonder why people are picking up guns.
Cole Allen, Tyler Robinson, Luigi Mangeone, and Thomas Matthew Crooks are playing out a mainstream, in-the-light-of-day version of the CIA’s MK Ultra.
They didn’t need a secret lab. They didn’t even need drugs. They just needed the internet, social media algorithms, and our inability to maintain our sanity while doomscrolling. They knew all this long ago. But it was too useful in growing their “resistance.” Shaping public opinion with influencers who mirror the Democrats' messaging, and before long, for many of them, there was and is no way out.
There used to be cultural touchstones that would offer us some kind of relief - like comedy, like movies, like commentary. Instead, we have a monoculture on the Left all pushing the exact same message: we’re helpless, we’re occupied, please someone just do it.
Even now, when we look to them for the truth, we get cherry-picked information stripped of context. Most people only read the headlines now; they don’t even bother to dive into the story or check how true it is. It is just Two Minutes of Hate, Orwell style.
Like this headline at USA Today. It was obviously a joke; even the reporter laughed.
The first paragraph of the story once again does not say it was a joke:
Amid renewed scrutiny of his personal security, President Donald Trump said he has resisted the idea of wearing a bulletproof vest, not for safety reasons, but because of how it might make him look.
Here are the first two comments under the tweet.

Does the distortion of reality even bother the press now? Did they think about that as they entered the Correspondents’ Dinner? Did they realize that their messaging had almost caught up with them?
Cole Allen was an incompetent assassin, as it would turn out. But it should serve as a warning, one that they should not ignore. This is not a “both sides” issue. Only one side is growing political assassins who echo the exact same messaging of the legacy media and the Democrats. They can deny it all they want, but on that night, it almost caught up with them.
Sooner or later, though, they will have to reckon with having lied for so many years, especially if they plan on toasting a glass of champagne, let alone sitting in the same room, with an “existential threat” like Donald Trump. Who knows who else might be out there who takes them at their word?

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As promised, my conversation with my friend Andy Schaalman who has a Substack called Fourth Turning Chronicles but does most of his work on his YouTube channel The Generation Report.
We are catching up on our current Fourth Turning. We touch on the assassination attempt, the war in Iran, Israel, the danger of the Left taking back power and what our future might be. We are at a crisis point and it could go either way.
This is the video from his channel recommended in the podcast:


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