Author: Alan Webber
PUT UP OR SHUT UP: IT’S TIME FOR JUSTICE
For years now, we’ve watched the same names swirl around Washington scandals like vultures circling a carcass—Barack Obama, James Clapper, John Brennan, Susan Rice, John Kerry, Loretta Lynch, Andrew McCabe, James Comey, Hillary Clinton,…
CHICAGO: ONCE AMERICA’S JEWEL, NOW A CAUTIONARY TALE
I’ve spent decades in law enforcement and security—training personnel, protecting the vulnerable, designing systems for institutions. For years, Chicago was a pleasure—it boasted incredible restaurants, the Taste of Chicago, world-class music and theater, vibrant…
MODERN BILLIONAIRES AND ANCIENT TRILLIONS
Musk’s staggering fortune pales in comparison historically. For the record, and contrary to what my children believe, I am not a billionaire, and unless I win the lottery, I never will be.
SO WHAT DO I KNOW?
Thoughts on Replacing Three Million Truckers With Algorithms The horse is here to stay, but the automobile is only a novelty – a fad.” That spectacularly wrong prediction was made by William…
THE RED ’57
Hopefully, writing this memo will keep my mind off the cold. I’m freezing my ass off—no other way to put it. If something happens to me, this will be my record. Heading east…
HANDCUFFING POLICE, UNLEASHING CRIMINALS: THE LEFT’S WAR ON PUBLIC SAFETY
I don’t often talk about myself, but I’ve spent the last 45 years in security and law enforcement—training thousands of police officers, medical staff, school faculty, and women on crime prevention, safety, defensive tactics,…
WELCOME TO THE MACHINE
Chicago Politics in Alive and Well Welcome to the Machine, Chicago Politics is Alive and Well My wife and I used to regularly go to Chicago for long weekends. We loved…
SING FOR ME
The Phantom’s Epilogue Editor’s Preface In April 1920, it was reported that a reclusive tenant of Apartment 1203 at the Chatsworth Apartments in Manhattan, New York, had died in his bed. “The…
THE GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Morning seeps through the slit of sky and turns the cell that familiar shade of steel, bunk, tray, toilet that sings when you touch it. I’ve learned the song of this place. Somewhere…
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