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They Fear Hegseth Cause He'll Kill 'Em
or:
How the Perfumed and Pampered Princes of the Permanent Polity Finally Met a Man Won’t Blink
| by: E.M. Burlingame

I’ve been drunk in a lot of bars, seen a lot of men piss themselves when the fight finally came. Most of them talked… pic.twitter.com/9Iil1oa3iR

— EM Burlingame - 蒲 奕 言 (@EMBurlingame) December 5, 2025

| by: E.M. Burlingame

I’ve been drunk in a lot of bars, seen a lot of men piss themselves when the fight finally came. Most of them talked big right up until the bottle broke or the knife flashed. Then it was just whimpering and excuses and the sour smell of fear.

That’s what we’re smelling now, December 2025.
The whole rotten cathedral of the regime—the think-tank vampires, the FVEYs ghouls, the Atlantic Council blood-funnel, the stay-behinds with their Obama-era retainers and their Arabella slush funds—they’re all pissing themselves over one man.

Pete Hegseth.

Not because he drinks too much (he does).
Not because he’s got ink and a past (we all do).
But because they finally looked into a pair of eyes that have seen the devil and didn’t blink, and they understood, bone-deep, that this son of a bitch will order the United States military to kill them the minute they step out of the lawfare shadows and into the streets with their Antifa balaclavas and their
BLM praetorian guard and their rooftop Korean-snipers cosplay.

They know it.
I know it.
You know it if you’ve ever been in a room where the air changes when a real killer walks in.

September 2, 2025.
First boat.
International waters.
Narco-scum hauling submarine-grade death up the coast.
Hegseth doesn’t wring his hands about ROE lawyering.
He says, quiet, calm, the way you say it when you’ve already decided: “Kill them all.”

15 September 25. Hellfire.
Then the follow-up on the swimmers.
Because warriors don’t leave armed enemies in their rear.
Because the law of armed conflict isn’t a suicide pact and doesn't apply.
Because dead cartels don’t radio for reinforcements nor do their sunken drugs kill Americans.

And the regime screamed like stuck pigs.
“War crimes!”
“Double-tap!”
“Murder!”
As if they gave a fuck about brown bodies when Obama was droning weddings.

No.
They screamed because they saw the future.

They saw what happens when the street phase begins—when their “mostly peaceful” mobs start shooting cops and burning federal buildings and stringing up MAGA grandmas from lampposts like it’s Kiev 2014—and the man in the Pentagon doesn’t issue stand-down orders. He issues extermination orders.

They seen what happens to logistic supply lines could so very easily be used to ferry a dirty nuke into the country, weapons, munitions, explosives, hardened and experienced terrorists. Pissed off Azovs.
And which they were counting on in their color revolution coup.

That’s why the “Seditious Six” dropped their little video in November, six congressional clowns with ribbons on their chests telling serving troops to disobey lawful orders in their double speak even Orwell would be proud of.
That’s why the Signal “scandal.”
That’s why the impeachment articles before he even warmed the chair.
That’s why the nightly MSNBC estrogenic circle-jerk calling him drunk, unstable, tattooed trash.

They’re not attacking him because they think they’ve won.
They’re attacking him because they know, with the animal certainty of those who've never faced real violence, that if he’s still in that chair when the balloons go up, they're finished.
They're going all in on taking him down, because what they're really afraid of, is that we'll follow him and obey his orders. Should orders come. And they will, if they continue this color revolution path.
They know, they'll be.

Broke.
Hunted.
Hanged on meat hooks in some abandoned stadium while the people they tried to enslave and destroy cheer.

Look at the scorecard, you poor bastards:

Belarus 2006 – Lukashenko crushed them like bugs.
Iran 2009 – IRGC mowed them down in the streets.
Bahrain 2011 – tanks and live fire.
Syria 2011–forever – Assad turned their revolution into graveyard fertilizer. And no, that one ain't over yet.
Thailand 2010 – army shot the Red Shirts like rats.
Kazakhstan 2022 – “shoot without warning.” Two hundred thirty-eight mostly plotters, cold in the snow.
Myanmar, twice – monks machine-gunned in their robes.

Every single time the regime kept a real killer in command, the color revolution died screaming.

Every single time the military folded, hesitated, or defected—Serbia, Georgia, Ukraine, Egypt—the plotters won. The color revolution succeeded.

That’s the math.

And Pete Hegseth's the man who makes the math run the other way.

He’s been in the shit.
Bronze stars.
Carried his dead.
Watched the generals piss down their legs rather than win.
Spent years on TV calling them cowards to their faces.

Now he’s got the building.
And Schedule F.
And a President who says, “Do whatever you have to do.”
And a military and highly experienced dirty war veteran force, who says, "Give us the order."

So they try to war-crime him over dead narco-pirates today, because they know tomorrow it’ll be them floating face-down in the Potomac if they reach for the guns.

I’ve seen fear before.
Real fear.
The kind that empties a man’s soul out his asshole.
And not only in the bar, but in knife and gun and close air support and high altitude bomb fights.

That’s what I see now in every blue-check thread, every CNN chyron, every Atlantic Council white paper, every trembling leak from some stay-behind colonel with rainbow bullets in his bio, and a dog mask in his closet.

They know the party's over.
They know the bill has come due.
If he remains in office.
They know there’s a man in the Pentagon who'll not hesitate, will not apologize, will not resign.

He'll kill them.
While we back his play.

History says they’re right to be afraid.
This time we've a war at home administration.
And tens of millions of Americans who've had enough, such we'll use it.

Pour one out for the regime, baby.
It had a good run.
But the combat reaper just showed up wearing dirty boots, tattoos, and a drinking problem.

He’s not here to negotiate.
And neither are we!

So, go ahead with your color revolution.
You're going to anyways.
We know it.
We've known it.
Only, it ain't gonna go the way you think it's gonna go.
Cause, us GWOT boys won't play!