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Marty Daniel and Daniel Defense
Marty flunked out of Georgia Southern engineering twice, then graduated in electrical engineering in 1985. He started Daniel Overhead Door and Fireplace in 1991 in Garden City, Georgia. In 1999, after a friend invited him to shoot an AR, he bought his first AR. In 2001 he designed the Big Hole Upper, had 100 made, kept 4, sold 96. He won the SOCOM RIS II rail contract after his father bet the family farm for a $250,000 loan, delivered the first RIS II in 2006, and built his first complete rifle, the DDM4, in 2009 at Black Creek, Georgia, with cold hammer forged barrels made in house. Inc. named Daniel Defense one of the fastest-growing private companies in the U.S. in 2012, 2013, and 2014, with 1000 percent growth over 10 years.
Handleit Take: Marty Daniel did not start with money or a big defense contract. He started with a rifle he wanted to fix, a part nobody else was making right, and a father willing to bet the farm. That is how American gun companies are supposed to be built: by shooters, for shooters, with no permission slip from a committee.
Source: Daniel Defense, History, danieldefense.com/history
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He walked out of a British prison dressed as a British naval officer in a uniform he'd had secretly tailored behind bars, and then, back in the war, he beat a more powerful enemy warship by shouting a false order his own crew knew to ignore. His name was Joshua Barney, and he was one of the boldest and most ingenious American sailors of the entire Revolution.
Barney was a Baltimore boy with no education and no connections who went to sea young and threw himself into the naval war the instant it came. He fought in action after action, and the sea war being what it was, he was captured more than once. Eventually the British shipped him across the Atlantic and locked him up in the notorious Old Mill Prison in Plymouth, England, a cold, hungry place where captured American sailors were left to rot, far from any hope of exchange.
Barney refused to rot. From inside the prison, he hatched one of the great escapes of the war. He arranged, somehow, to have a British naval officer's uniform secretly made for him by a tailor. He played a long game, even faking an injury to lull the guards and lower their suspicion. And then, with the help of fellow prisoners and a sympathetic guard, he simply put on the uniform of the enemy and walked out the gate as if he belonged there, a British officer going about his business. He slipped out of England entirely, made his way to France, and from there got himself back home to America and straight back into the fight. The British had caged him, and he had strolled out wearing their own coat.
But his masterpiece came on the water, in April 1782, in Delaware Bay. Barney was given command of the Hyder Ally, a converted merchant ship with a modest sixteen guns, and sent to protect American shipping. There he ran into the British sloop-of-war General Monk, a real warship, better armed and more powerful, exactly the kind of fight a ship like the Hyder Ally was supposed to avoid. Barney took it on anyway, and he won it with a trick.
As the two ships closed and maneuvered, Barney shouted a helm order loud enough for the enemy to hear, deliberately commanding his ship to turn one way. But he had worked out a secret arrangement with his helmsman in advance: the man was to do the exact opposite of whatever Barney shouted. The British, hearing the order, anticipated the turn and adjusted to counter it, and instead Barney's ship went the other way entirely. The maneuver caught the General Monk completely wrong-footed, and the Hyder Ally surged into a position to rake her from bow to stern, pouring devastating fire down the length of the enemy deck. In about half an hour, the more powerful British warship was beaten into surrender. It was one of the cleverest and most celebrated American naval victories of the whole war.
Joshua Barney fought on for the rest of his life, serving at sea in later wars and even commanding a stubborn stand on land against the British decades later, earning the respect of friend and enemy alike. But remember him for the Revolution, for the man who would not stay a prisoner and would not lose a fight he was supposed to lose. He escaped an empire's prison in the empire's own uniform, and he conquered a stronger ship with a single shouted lie. Nerve and cunning were his real weapons, and he had more of both than almost anyone afloat.
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8 years ago, 11 innocent people at the Tree of Life synagogue here in Western PA were brutally murdered in a vile, antisemitic attack.
Today and always, we remember Joyce, Richard, Rose, Jerry, Cecil, David, Bernice, Sylvan, Daniel, Melvin, and Irving.
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When Muhammad Ali died on June 3, 2016, Billy Crystal lost the man who had called him “little brother” for forty-two years. A week later, Crystal stood in Louisville and tried to compress decades of private jokes, dinners, and quiet loyalty into a public farewell.
They met in 1974 at a televised dinner at New York’s Plaza Hotel honoring Ali after his victory over George Foreman. Crystal, then a struggling comedian making his first TV appearance, was asked how he should be introduced because almost no one knew him.
He suggested “one of Ali’s closest friends,” though they had never spoken. He walked past the champion and launched into a three-minute bit imitating both Ali and Howard Cosell. Ali stared, then laughed hard enough to stop the room.
Afterward he pulled Crystal into a bear hug and whispered that he was his little brother.
The nickname stuck.
The friendship was never celebrity theater. Crystal later said they respected each other in a plain, ordinary way. Ali was Muslim; Crystal was Jewish. Neither treated the difference as a barrier.
When Ali invited him for early roadwork on a private country-club golf course, Crystal declined because the club did not accept Jewish members.
Ali’s response was immediate: if the place welcomed a Black Muslim but excluded his friend, he would never run there again. He kept the promise.
By 1979 the bond was deep enough that Crystal performed “15 Rounds,” his comic portrait of Ali’s life, at a retirement celebration before roughly 20,000 people at the Forum in Los Angeles. Crystal later said he was really performing for one person.
Backstage, after Richard Pryor embraced him in tears, Ali moved Pryor aside, hugged Crystal, and told him, “Little brother, you made my life better than it was.”
The favors ran both ways. In 1999, when Crystal was honored at a Beverly Hills dinner tied to the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, Ali served as honorary chairman.
He promoted the night, sat with Crystal’s family, posed for photographs, and helped draw attention to an event whose proceeds endowed a performing-arts program bringing Jewish, Arab, and Palestinian artists together.
Crystal described the moment simply: the most famous Muslim man in the world honoring his Jewish friend.
Even funerals did not interrupt their rhythm.
At Howard Cosell’s funeral in 1995 they sat side by side facing a closed casket. Ali leaned over and quietly asked whether Cosell was wearing his famous hairpiece. Crystal said probably not.
Ali wondered how God would recognize him. Crystal answered that once Cosell opened his mouth, God would know. Both men tried to suppress the laugh until they couldn’t.
Years later Parkinson’s had slowed Ali’s body and softened the voice that once filled arenas, yet Crystal still recognized the man behind it. After Ali’s death he refused to turn the bond into celebrity mythology. “We had a common view of life,” he said. “We just felt that if we can make things better, then that was our job.”
At the Louisville memorial Crystal finally returned the title Ali had given him for decades. His big brother was gone.
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This 1966 photograph shows Danny Thomas with his wife Rose Marie and their children Marlo, Terre, and Tony. It looks like an ordinary family portrait. It is also the visible result of a promise made when he had almost nothing.
In 1937 Thomas was a struggling entertainer in Detroit. His wife had just given birth to their first child, Marlo, and he could not pay the hospital bill.
Walking the streets one cold November night, nearly broke and ashamed, he stepped into a church and put his last seven dollars into the poor box. Then he prayed to St. Jude Thaddeus, the patron saint of hopeless causes: show him the way, and he would build a shrine.
The next day he landed a job that paid ten times what he had given. It did not make him rich, but it kept his family afloat. It also convinced him that a promise made in desperation still mattered.
As his career grew through radio, film, and television, he never forgot it. When the time came to repay the vow, he did not build a statue. He built a hospital.
On February 4, 1962, St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital opened in Memphis. It was the first fully integrated children’s hospital in the American South.
Thomas set one non-negotiable rule: no family would ever receive a bill—for treatment, travel, housing, or food. Parents had only one job: helping their child survive. At the time, childhood cancer survival rates hovered around 20 percent.
Betting everything on children most people believed could not be saved looked reckless. He bet anyway.
Rose Marie stood beside him through it all. Together they once traveled to 28 cities in 32 days, fundraising nonstop. It was not celebrity charity; it was gratitude turned into long-term work.
The results changed medicine. Today survival rates at St. Jude exceed 80 percent, and the hospital shares its research worldwide so children everywhere can benefit, not only those who can pay.
The children in the photograph carried the promise forward. Marlo Thomas became an actress and activist, a Presidential Medal of Freedom recipient, and the founder of St. Jude’s Thanks & Giving campaign.
Tony Thomas became one of television’s most successful producers and serves on the hospital’s board. Terre Thomas has supported ALSAC, St. Jude’s fundraising arm, for decades.
Danny Thomas died in 1991, two days after marking the hospital’s 29th anniversary with patients and families. He was buried on the grounds beside the shrine he had promised.
Rose Marie joined him there in 2000. Their children are still keeping the promise.
At the hospital’s dedication Thomas once said that if he were to die that minute, he would know why he was born.
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There was once a shepherd who found a wolf caught in a snare at the edge of his pasture.
The wolf begged to be freed.
“I was hungry,” it said. “That is all. Spare me, and I will remember your mercy!”
The shepherd cut the rope.
The next night, three lambs were gone.
Again the shepherd found the wolf. Again it pleaded. Again the shepherd convinced himself that mercy was proof of his goodness.
By winter, half the flock was dead.
An old farmer finally asked him, “Why do you keep freeing it?”
The shepherd answered, “Because I refuse to become cruel.”
The farmer looked at the empty field and said, “Then understand what you have done. You were not merciful to the wolf. You were cruel to everything that trusted you to keep them safe.”
That’s the lesson.
Mercy without judgment isn’t virtue. When someone openly intends to destroy what has been entrusted to you, endless forgiveness doesn’t make you righteous. It makes everyone behind you pay for your vanity.
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When I was Muslim, Surah 5:32 was my favorite verse to quote.
“Whoever kills a soul, it is as if he killed all of mankind.”
I put it in every debate. Every conversation about Islam and peace. It felt like the most beautiful verse in the Quran.
Then I read it slowly.
The verse doesn’t say Allah revealed this to Muhammad. It says: “We decreed upon the CHILDREN OF ISRAEL…”
Wait. Decreed where? When? I went looking.
Bro, then I found it.
Mishnah Sanhedrin 4:5. A rabbinic commentary on Cain and Abel, written down around 200 AD like four centuries before the Quran. Rabbis discussed why Genesis says Abel’s “bloods” (plural) cry out and concluded: whoever destroys one soul, it is as if he destroyed an entire world.
Insane that it was word for word, with the exact same context. Bro, the same Cain and Abel story it’s attached to in Surah 5.
What I thought was the most beautiful verse in the Quran turned out to be a rabbi’s classroom commentary...
Literally, that’s when the question changed for me. It went from “isn't this verse beautiful?” to: What the heck is a rabbinic homily doing inside a book that claims to be the eternal, uncreated speech of God?!
Because there are only two options. Either Allah quoted the rabbis. Or a man in Arabia heard Jewish teachers and repeated what they said...
The crazy part is, the Bible predicted men would do this. “I am against the prophets who steal my words from one another.” ( Jeremiah 23:30)
That was the start of my journey toward Christ. I stopped defending the borrowed word of the Quran.
I found the Living Word.
PRAISE MY KING JESUS CHRIST, I’M FREE!
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Today on a long drive I worked through a four-part series on the life and martyrdom of William Tyndale. The more I listened, the heavier it got.
Tyndale was hunted, exiled, and betrayed for the “crime” of translating the Bible into English so ordinary people could read it. He was eventually strangled and burned at the stake in 1536. His dying prayer was, “Lord, open the King of England’s eyes.” He never lived to see the English Bible widely available. Yet his work shaped the language of the King James Bible and countless translations that followed.
A few hours later we pulled into a Pilot station. I’ve seen the Bible racks in those stores a hundred times, but after hearing what Tyndale endured, it stopped me cold. There, in a truck stop in America, sat copies of the Word of God that anyone could buy for a few dollars. No stake. No exile. No threat of death. Just a shelf by the coffee and the donuts.
We are still living off the blood and courage of that man. The same Book he died to give us is so common in our culture that it can sit unnoticed next to the jerky and the sunglasses. That should not go unnoticed.
Do not treat lightly what others paid for with their lives. Open it. Read it. Obey it. And do not let the ease of access breed indifference. The English Bible is not an accident of history. It is the fruit of a martyr’s obedience. Honor it.
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Robert Reich in 2025: Trump is a fascist dictator for even suggesting that a company be taken over by the government and for telling a CEO what to do.
Robert Reich in 2026: SpaceX and Starlink must be taken over by the government.
Small man, giant fraud.
Interesting take on the Big Bang Theory from a leftist perspective.
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When I was Muslim, man, this verse used to mess me up.
Jesus on the cross saying, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
As a Muslim, I used to think: how does God feel forsaken by God? That sounds like weakness. That sounds like a prophet in pain.
But then I dug deeper.
And I realized Jesus was not speaking randomly. He was quoting Psalm 22.
That entire Psalm, written by King David centuries before Christ, is a prophecy about the crucifixion:
“They pierce my hands and feet.”
“They divide my garments among them.”
“All who see me mock me.”
In Jewish culture, quoting the first line of a Psalm pointed people to the entire passage.
So Jesus was not crying out in confusion.
He was declaring fulfillment.
He was saying: “This is that.”
And at the same time, He was carrying the full weight of sin, shame, abandonment, and suffering for humanity.
Every moment humanity has cried out, “God, where are you?” Christ stepped into that pain Himself.
That is not weakness.
That is intentional.
That is prophecy unfolding in real time.
That is the King bleeding on purpose so humanity could be brought near to God.
That is the Gospel.
People don’t realize it, but basically coal miners in the 30s and even into the 40s were basically 1099 contract employees. You set your own hours, and you got paid by the ton that you brought out. This song sums it up pretty well. When my grandfather and his brother first went in the coal mine, they worked 16 hour days, six days a week, and after two weeks, they owed the company $.35. They hadn’t been able to break even.
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Kiwi Farms user breaks down 'Izzat', the Indian subcontinent's cultural honor system. It effectively explains every single trope about Indian behavior: they all participate in an invisible clout-chasing game that involves screwing over everyone as much as possible. Worth the read
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Out today handing out sample ballots and hearing the same thing over and over: people’s churches got involved in the VA amendments, and that’s why they’re here to vote NO.
So grateful to see churches stepping up. It’s rare, and it matters.
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WE AUDITED ALL 58 FOREIGN-BORN FEDERAL JUDGES SITTING ON AMERICA'S BENCH FOR LIFE.
I spent over a billion tokens and about 45 days on this deep dive.
Through this deep dive and the over a million court cases we have combed through, we have launched an American First Index (AFI) for the site. (More on it as we improve the metrics and refine deeper.)
Out of 58 sitting foreign-born Article III judges, 43 were appointed by Biden or Obama. Among those drawn from ACLU and public defender pipelines, border enforcement is blocked over 80% of the time and 60% of criminal sentences fall below federal guidelines.
We have added an interactive tool on bench receipts that allows you to drill down and look at how each of these judges behave on the bench.
This is just the start. The federal judges are easier to identify than the state level judges. I assume there are 100s if not 1000+ foreign born or first-gen American on our benches.
They do not judge on our laws, they judge on the culture they came from. This is a huge reason our country has lost its identity.

































