Eric L. Mitchell

11/25/2025

This past weekend we got to go watch our little niece tear up the football field! She’s an amazing Qb1 and a natural athlete.

What I really thought was great to see is the amount of girls playing flag football! These girls are beyond competitive and don’t like losing which was refreshing to see after the trophy generation before them with the everyone wins mentality. Competition is healthy and it’s part of like and a huge part of sports.

11/20/2025

People keep parroting that this h**p ban is “to protect the kids,” and I swear some of y’all will repeat anything if a politician says it slowly enough.

Let’s poke a few holes in that bedtime story.

If this was really about protecting kids, explain why:

Alcohol is on every corner, marketed like a lifestyle accessory, and still kills more teens every year than h**p products ever have. Not a single politician is trying to ban margarita machines or cut off bourbon profits.

Pharma ads run nonstop during family programming, pushing meds with side effects longer than a CVS receipt, but apparently h**p gummies are the threat?

V**e shops are untouched, even though they are literally designed like neon candy stores. No moral panic there.

Ci******es are still legal, and we all watched the government pretend for decades that they weren’t addictive.

So “protecting kids” suddenly became urgent… the moment h**p started cutting into alcohol and big Pharma’s revenue streams. Wild timing, right?

The truth is simple, even if people don’t want to hear it. Kids aren’t the priority, money is. Politicians aren’t fighting for children, they’re fighting for lobbyists who don’t want a $28 billion h**p market and 300,000 American jobs getting in the way of their profits.

If this was about protecting kids, they’d fix broken systems, not crush an entire industry that employs real Americans.

But sure, keep pretending the ban is about safety instead of the same old political greed dressed up as concern. Wake up.

11/19/2025

People keep asking why I’m suddenly so loud about this h**p ban, like I just discovered cannabis yesterday. Let me spell it out. I’ve been a cannabis user for over 25 years. The pills doctors kept throwing at me never fixed a damn thing, they just turned me into a walking side effect list. Cannabis, CBD and h**p actually helped. They helped my friends too, especially the ones battling PTSD, cancer, chronic pain and injuries the military patched with duct tape and motivation.

And let’s talk about veterans for a second, because they sure as hell deserve a seat at this table. DC only remembers veterans when they need a photo op, a feel-good headline, or a fundraising hook. The rest of the year we’re invisible. Meanwhile the stuff that actually helps veterans function, sleep, calm their nervous system and live like human beings is the same stuff they’re trying to ban. Make it make sense.

So why am I loud now? Because what I do behind closed doors is none of your fu***ng business, but after talking with my wife and the people I trust, I’m done being quiet while a bunch of disconnected politicians try to kill som**hing that actually works. I’m speaking up because veterans need voices who aren’t scared of upsetting donors or hurting somebody’s delicate political feelings.

If that makes anyone uncomfortable, oh well. Veterans deserve better, people deserve better, and I’m sure as hell not shutting up about it.

11/19/2025

Why do so many people treat politicians like they’re Marvel superheroes? Since when did having a different opinion than the President turn you into some kind of enemy of the state? Watching grown adults worship these clowns is embarrassing at this point. It’s like political Stockholm Syndrome with merch.

Meanwhile the real world is getting punched in the mouth. Prices are still sky high no matter how many times they stand at a podium and tell you everything is “getting better.” Americans are losing jobs, whole industries are getting shoved off a cliff, and people cheer anyway because their favorite politician smirked for ten seconds on TV.

Look at the h**p industry. It’s about to be absolutely gutted. Thousands of workers tossed aside, 1.4 billion in tax revenue burned to ashes, all so big Pharma and the bourbon giants can protect their precious profit margins. The same politicians who promised to protect American jobs are quietly helping slaughter an entire sector. And their supporters clap like trained pets because thinking for themselves would melt their motherboard.

And if that wasn’t enough insanity, look at New York City. They voted for a guy who openly aligns himself with groups that supported the same monsters who murdered Americans on 9/11. We now have American leaders treating Saudi officials like honored guests in the Oval Office, smiling for photos with the same regime tied to the people who attacked our country. Heroes now, apparently. That’s what passes for leadership.

But say any of this out loud and suddenly you’re the villain. You’re the traitor. You’re the one who “doesn’t understand how politics works.” No, I understand exactly how it works. Politicians sell you out, their superfans defend them, and regular Americans get screwed.

Stop worshipping these people. Stop pretending they care about you. They work for us, not the other way around. And if that bruises a few egos, good. Maybe it’s time they woke up.

11/18/2025

Over the last decade I built an agency that introduced a hell of a lot of people to who I am, but apparently some folks need a refresher. So here it is.

I’ve always been the smart ass who says the stuff everyone else tiptoes around. I laugh at the wrong moments, I don’t flinch when someone tries to stare me down, and I’m not here to wrap the truth in bubble wrap so fragile people feel safe. If you want polished corporate cosplay, go follow one of those LinkedIn characters who spend their whole day pretending they matter.

Over the last decade I built an agency that introduced a hell of a lot of people to who I am, but apparently some folks need a refresher. So here it is.

I’ve always been the smart ass who says the stuff everyone else tiptoes around. I laugh at the wrong moments, I don’t flinch when someone tries to stare me down, and I’m not interested in polishing the truth so fragile people feel safe. If you want sanitized corporate nonsense, go follow the LinkedIn crowd that spends all day pretending they matter.

And recently I’ve got people telling me to “stay in my lane.” Me. After years of going to bat for veterans while others were out there paying for medals, buying articles, and forming their little self licking ice cream cone circles like the annoying cliques from high school who peaked at seventeen. Meanwhile we were earning awards standing next to giants like Home Depot and Comcast, and we didn’t pay a cent for them. The work spoke for itself.

But now I’m supposed to sit quietly and let the fake journalists, the grifters, the never served experts, the keyboard generals, and the suddenly courageous retired brass talk down to the people actually doing the work. I’m supposed to smile and nod while the same crowd that only found their voice once there was a book deal on the line lectures those still fighting real battles. Not happening.

And yes, I know speaking up puts a target on my back. I’ve had the cancel attempts, the whisper campaigns, the little group chats plotting their big moment. They all fizzled because I don’t fold and I don’t shut up. I tell the truth and keep going.

Tuesday night I said what everyone else avoids. You want to support veterans, then support them. Not once a year, not with a bumper sticker, not with some performative shout out. Buy from them, hire them, back their businesses. And if you’re not sure who’s real and who’s slapping “22” on anything they can sell just to squeeze a few bucks out of well meaning people, come talk to me. I’ll point you toward the ones with integrity and help starve out the ones who don’t have any.

Bottom line, I’m here to advocate for veterans, same as I always have. I’m here to lift up the people doing the real work and drown out the noise from the impostors. The veteran community used to have each other’s backs before it got hijacked by mascots and performative hero worship.

And the part the parasites should pay attention to, I’m not doing this alone. The real vets are done watching the circus and we’re taking the space back.

11/18/2025

If Congress actually cared about mental health, they wouldn’t be trying to wipe out the products that help veterans stay calm, sleep, recover, and stay sober. They don’t care about your health, they care about the industries losing money because more people are choosing natural options.

11/18/2025

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11/17/2025

Mental Health Matters More Than Lobbyist Checks

You want to know what really ticks me off? Congress pretending this h**p ban is about public safety while completely ignoring the mental health crisis ripping through the veteran community.

H**p, CBD, and THC helped vets sleep again, quiet the noise, soften the anxiety, and recover from injuries without turning them into pill-zombies. But because alcohol sales dipped this year and Big Pharma is nervous, suddenly natural products are the enemy.

If DC actually cared about mental health, they’d fund veteran programs instead of banning the things that keep veterans alive. But caring doesn’t get them donor checks, does it?

Support veteran small businesses. They’re doing the real work while Congress performs on camera.

11/14/2025

Over the last decade I’ve built an agency that put a lot of folks on to who I am, but apparently some people need a little memory refresh. So let me reintroduce myself.

I’ve always been the smart ass who says the quiet part out loud. The guy who laughs at the wrong time, doesn’t blink when people glare, and refuses to dress up the truth just to make someone comfortable. If you want polite, curated, corporate-safe commentary, go follow somebody who pretends they’re important on LinkedIn.

Lately I’ve got people telling me to “stay in my lane.” Me. After years of fighting for veterans when half the loudmouths in this space were still trying to figure out how to turn on their ring lights. We earned awards standing next to giants like Home Depot and Comcast, and we didn’t pay a cent for them. We got recognized because the work spoke for itself, not because we begged for validation from some committee handing out participation trophies.

But sure, I should stay quiet now. I should let the fake journalists, the grifters, the never-served-but-somehow-they’re-an-expert crowd talk down to veterans doing actual work. And I’m supposed to nod politely while the retired generals who magically grew a set now that they’re drawing book deals lecture people who are still in the fight? Absolutely not.

So no, I’m not shutting up. And Tuesday night I said the part nobody else will say out loud. If you want to support veterans, then actually support them. Not once a year, not with a bumper sticker. Buy from them. Hire them. Back their businesses. And if you’re not sure who’s real or who’s slapping “22” on a bottle of sh*tty booze to guilt-trip you into funding their lifestyle, come ask me. I’ll point you to the ones with integrity and help cut the oxygen off the parasites.

Here’s the bottom line: I’m here to advocate for veterans, just like I always have. I’m here to amplify the real voices and drown out the fakes. I’m here to help rebuild a community that used to have each other’s backs before it became a circus of “thank me for my service” mascots and self-licking ice cream cone nonsense.

I’m not doing it alone. I’m raising up the veterans who are ready to take the space back.

11/06/2025

So now the FAA says 1,800 flights a day might get grounded because of the government shutdown. Translation: the country’s broke, the system’s jammed, and you—the taxpayer—are getting screwed while the political elite keeps cruising at 30,000 feet on your dime.

Let’s look at this clown show:
The Republican Party is out here still doing appearances on the Charlie Kirk Tour, begging you to vote for their sorry asses while the country circles the drain. Trump’s MAGA crowd? They’ve smoked so much m**h behind a Walmart that they’re now claiming he’s running for a third term—because apparently the Constitution is just optional if your messiah sells red hats and rants on Truth Social.

And before the liberals start celebrating, don’t get too cozy. The Democrats have Kamala “walking PR disaster” Harris, who somehow makes every interview feel like a hostage video, and Gavin “golden spoon ghetto story” Newsom, the trust-fund kid trying to convince America he grew up dodging bullets instead of butlers.

These people don’t care. None of them. They all get paid during the shutdown, they all fly private, and not a single one of them gives two drops of p**s about you.

Meanwhile:
Air traffic controllers are working for free.
TSA agents are about to walk off.
Airports are a mess.
And your tax dollars are still feeding this broken circus.

This isn’t leadership—it’s looting in suits.

And the punchline? They’ll all go on camera blaming each other while you’re stuck at Gate D12 wondering why the “greatest country in the world” can’t even keep its own planes flying.
Flights grounded. Country divided. Politicians paid.

Welcome to America 2025: the only place where failure still gets a raise.

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