Move over, “Big Balls.” That nickname rightfully belongs to President Donald J. Trump. He’s putting into practice the dictum of one of every real man’s favorite generals, George S. Patton: “Audacity, Audacity, Always Audacity” (to be fair, the pearl-handled butt-kicker may have lifted that bon mot from either Kaiser Wilhelm I or some Frenchman). Trump hasn’t panicked even as his bold plan to remake the economy using tariffs vapor-locked the Dow Jones. In fact, he savagely mocked the Panicans for their drawers-soiling sissiness as the stock market tumbled. And this is a guy with cause to panic – the worst-case scenario for you and me is that our 401(k)s shrink to the size of Robert Reich. If Trump loses, he ends up dead.
Literally. Remember, if a Republican doesn’t win in 2028, the lawfare is back on and squared. His enemies tried to bankrupt him with lawsuits that would’ve been laughed out of the courts had the defendant not been Donald J. Trump. His enemies tried to frame him and throw him in jail for the rest of his life. When that didn’t work, they tried to kill him. Twice. His enemies managed to blow his ear lobe off and murder an innocent man who got in the way. Then the next one tried to do it with a rifle only because he couldn’t come up with the Stinger missile he wanted to get from his Ukrainian buddies.
Talk about high stakes. But Trump doesn’t care. Move over, honey badger. President 47 is in the house, and no Schiffs are given.
It’s not just the tariff stuff where he’s going all in, and he is going all in. Look at his appointments. He put Pete Hegseth in at the Department of Defense. The military-industrial complex had a collective stroke at the thought of a real soldier running things instead of some Raytheon retread who would continue the strategy of decline, defeat, and DEI. Then he put Robert F Kennedy, Jr., in at HHS. This guy rejects everything that the failed pharma/public health collective is about. He couldn’t be more hated if he were a Jewish kid at Columbia. And Kash Patel and Dan Bongino at the FBI? Are you kidding me? The base is happier than J. Edgar Hoover on an Ann Taylor shopping spree.
Who have we ever seen be this aggressive, run these risks? No one, not even the great Ronald Reagan, who freaked out the entire DC establishment by fighting communism instead of submitting to it like the invertebrate serfs the squishes are. And Trump pulled it off. He got all those people confirmed. He took a whip to the Senate, which probably more than a few senators were into, and beat it into submission. Remember how during the confirmations a few pipsqueaks tried to get some attention by getting uppity? That lasted about five seconds. Trump squashed them like bugs.
When some judge 2,000 miles away from the proper venue demanded the President turn around a couple of planeloads of illegal alien terrorists, Trump dropped them off in El Salvador’s version of Supermax. Muy bueno! When the media howled because some loving father/honor student/future discoverer of the cure for cancer gets hooked up by Tom Holman‘s heroic sanitation engineers, Trump sends out his people to point out that the guy is a gang member, fentanyl dealer, or some other variety of scumbag. He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t fall for the scam. The okey-doke no longer works. Hey illegals, Trump doesn’t care where you go, and he doesn’t care who cries about it, but you can’t stay here.
Remember how Fredocons like James Lankford cravenly informed us that there was no way we could shut down the border without agreeing to Democrat dream legislation that would pretty much force the border open forever to every Third World psychopath who wanted to come in and rape, loot, and pillage our glorious country? Trump slammed the door shut in about 30 seconds. Now, it’s harder for an illegal alien to get into America than it is for a white, suburban, conservative CIS-male valedictorian to get into Harvard.
Speaking of communist conformist factories masquerading as universities, Trump has demonstrated the testicular fortitude to choke off their money. That’s all they really care about anyway – most are hedge funds with an attached campus. He’s also going after the money that funds the international left through its network of NGO troublemakers. Goodbye, USAID. Goodbye, diversity grants. Goodbye, funding for Ecuadorian transgender mime troupes. Hello, deregulation, gas leases, and the Gulf of America.
When soft Republicans cried about DOGE doing exactly what Republicans had always promised to do – cut government bulk, bloat, and baloney – he doubled down. He fought every bogus lawsuit the bad guys could bring and set the most fearsome predator the bureaucrats have ever faced upon them – a bunch of ruthless computer nerds with algorithms, attitude, and autism.
Internationally, he stuck with the Israelis and is allowing them to do what they should have done long ago – flush Hamas down the toilet of justice like the reeking floater it is. When the Houthis started playing horsey, he showed them how to play horsey. He mocked them by tweeting out a video of about 100 of them in a Houthi circle of onanism getting a one-way ticket to Virgin City thanks to a 2,000-pound Air Force JDAM – oh, the things you can do when your pilots are channeling Curtis LeMay instead of Ibram X. Kendi!
He told the Europeans they need to get their act together and to defend themselves as well as pay their fair share of NATO. He told that maple-leaf polar parasite to our north that Uncle Sucker was cutting it off. He looked at Greenland and Panama and reminded the world that imperialism is a glorious thing. In a move that scandalized the foreign policy establishment that believes that the purpose of America’s foreign policy establishment is to allow foreigners to disrespect us without consequence, Trump refused to let that Ukrainian dwarf disrespect him in the White House.
He has fired scores of woke generals, pinko prosecutors, crooked cops, and thousands upon thousands of useless bureaucrats. He has refused to obey the regime media message machine and fire allies such as Elon Musk, Mike Waltz, and Pete Hegseth. Sorry Elizabeth Warren, no scalps for you and your tribe.
Every one of these actions was high risk. Every one of these actions could have led to the collapse of support within his party or the approval polls. Trump could have played small ball, but he went big. He could’ve winked at his enemies and made a tacit agreement that if he does nothing and changes nothing, they’ll leave him and his family alone after he leaves office. But he didn’t. He’s gone all in.
So far, it’s paid off. He would’ve killed for his current approval numbers back during his first term. The rest of the Republican Party knows it, and even the softest Uniparty collaborators are afraid to cross him. He keeps piling up win upon win, and we don’t feel no ways tired of all the winning.
But we need to appreciate the risk our President is taking to Make America Great Again. Trump is risking everything. We know because they’ve already tried to kill him, twice, and about half of them think killing him would be a great idea. That means that for President Trump, this is literally a matter of life and death, and the most awesome and inspiring thing is that he just doesn’t care.
OK, “Big Balls,” you need to hand over that nickname. By all rights, it belongs to President Donald J. Trump.
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