They Won’t Show You the Tape
210 dead. Zero names. Zero evidence. And a buried video the government will do anything except let you watch. Today we do the math nobody else will.
They Won’t Show You the Tape
210 dead. Zero names. Zero evidence. And a buried video the government will do anything except let you watch. Today we do the math nobody else will.
The Jack Hopkins Now Newsletter #942: Paid Subscriber Edition, Tuesday, June 23rd, 2026.
(This one’s for the paid list. If somebody forwarded it to you, good…that’s how the truth gets out. But the people who keep this newsletter alive are the ones reading it first. Now let’s get into it.)
Let me start with a number.
Two hundred and ten.
That’s how many human beings the United States military has killed since early September. Not in a war anybody declared. Not on a battlefield anybody can point to. On boats. Small ones. In the open ocean.
Two hundred and ten.
Now let me hand you a second number.
Zero.
That’s how many of them have been publicly named…by the government that killed them.
That’s how much hard evidence has been shown that a single one of those boats carried a single gram of anything illegal. That’s how many of these strikes you…the citizen footing the bill… have been allowed to watch from start to finish, unedited.
Two hundred and ten dead. Zero shown.
I want you to sit in the space between those two numbers. Because that space…is the whole story. And almost nobody in this country is doing the arithmetic.
So today, we do it.
First, the Magic Words
Every good con needs a phrase. A few words you can say that make the mark stop asking questions.
The administration’s phrase is “narco-terrorists.”
Beautiful piece of work, that phrase. Say it…and a picture snaps into your head before you’ve drawn a breath; tattoos, gold-plated pistols, a cartel kingpin carving up a speedboat full of poison aimed straight at your kid’s middle school.
Say it, and the killing stops sounding like killing.
It starts sounding like cleaning.
That’s the entire job of the phrase. It is not a description of who died. It is a permission slip for not caring that they did.
And…here’s the tell. A real description invites you to look closer. A permission slip needs you not to. Watch which one this is.
