A Year in the Trenches: Hard Truths from The Broken Whistle’s Anniversary

“Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains to bring it to light.”—George Washington

The central truth blazes forth from Winston Churchill’s words in his 1948 masterpiece, The Gathering Storm, where he dissects the festering prelude to World War II—a time when cowardice and indecision emboldened Hitler’s Nazi juggernaut to unleash hell upon the world. “The malice of the wicked was reinforced by the weakness of the virtuous,” Churchill thundered, his voice a clarion call echoing across decades. Now, 77 years later, we stagger under the same suffocating weight of hypocrisy, draped in the sanctimonious robes of the so-called righteous. Leaders on the right bellow from their polished podiums, fists pounding the air, demanding we rise, fight, and reclaim what’s ours. But too often, their fiery words are nothing more than a theatrical charade—a self-serving cacophony of hype and bombast meant to spotlight their egos, not ignite real change. Meanwhile, those of us who do rise—like myself and my fellow whistleblowers—find ourselves cast aside, stranded in the dust by these same chest-thumping crusaders who vanish when the cameras dim.

Let me drive this home with unshakable clarity: “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good WORKS and glorify your Father in heaven” (Matthew 5:16, NKJV). I’ve capitalized WORKS because it’s the beating heart of this command—the spark that turns light into a raging fire. Words are cheap; action is a crucible. It’s easy to preach from the mountaintop, but to descend into the fray and do something? That’s where the righteous are sifted from the frauds. So I ask you—yes, YOU reading this—what are you doing? What are we doing? We stand in an era brimming with chances to speak truth and wield justice, yet the bleating chorus of talkers drowns out the quiet resolve of the doers. Crowds swarm to drink in the venomous, sensational rants of dignified, self-crowned prophets, while the real warriors—bloodied and unbowed in the trenches—are left to rot in obscurity.

Can we ever smash the chains of wickedness? That hinges on whether we’ll seize Martin Luther King Jr.’s unyielding charge: “The time is always right to do what is right.” Or heed the searing truth of James 4:17 (Good News Translation): “So then, if we do not do the good we know we should do, we are guilty of sin.” For those who’d rather clutch human wisdom than divine mandate, here’s a jagged shard of insight often tied to Dietrich Bonhoeffer—though no archive proves he penned it: “Silence in the face of evil is itself evil. God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. NOT TO ACT IS TO ACT.” I’ve capitalized that last line because it’s a thunderclap—a condemnation of every idle soul who watches evil metastasize and does nothing.

On this first anniversary of The Broken Whistle: A Deep State Run Amok, my message to the “Ecclesiastical Class” is a battering ram: Stop your hypocritical posturing, shut your mouths, and move. Be the Good Samaritan, not the sanctimonious priest or Levite who strides past the broken with a muttered excuse. Get off your high horses and plunge into the muck of the Jericho road to lift up those pummeled and forsaken for daring to stand tall. I’ve heard the pious platitudes—“I’m too busy to help”—from too many clerical lips, and it’s a disgrace that stinks to heaven.

Here I stand in Tulsa, Oklahoma—once swaggeringly dubbed “Tulsarusalem.” After nearly six years, I’m compelled to rip off the mask: this isn’t Tulsarusalem; it’s a hollow echo of the rotting, decadent papal Rome before Martin Luther nailed his 95 Theses to the door and set the world ablaze. The Ecclesiastical Class here? They’ve offered me nothing—not a crumb of aid, not a whisper of solidarity—despite their lofty claims of righteousness and their booming calls for the faithful to rise. Worse still, I’m gagged by a non-disclosure agreement, shackled from shouting certain truths from the rooftops. Read my book—crack it open and see what they don’t want you to know!

This isn’t just Tulsa’s shame—it’s a nationwide plague. The Ecclesiastical Class and the politicians on the right mirror each other in their cowardice. The same applies to many activists on the right! You can count the number of activists or voices with integrity, but the numbers are staggering few. I’ve reached out, and too many have played the priest and Levite, stepping over my battered form on their way to the next rally or sermon. I’m not alone—others have staggered forward with the same plea, only to be met with the same cold indifference. What’s the point of any citizen, any believer, charging into the breach if they’re abandoned to bleed out when the enemy strikes back? And make no mistake, I’ve seen the vultures circling: some only swoop in to help if they can hoist the wounded as a prop for their own clout or fatten their coffers. Yes, you heard me—exploitation masquerading as mercy.

Here’s the brutal reckoning: when those who cloak themselves in righteousness wield malice as deftly as the wicked, wickedness will storm the gates and win. That’s not a prediction—it’s a warning carved in stone. We’re not just flirting with defeat; we’re handing evil the keys to the kingdom. So rise, now—rise and act, or watch the world burn while you clutch your excuses.

“The Broken Whistle: A Deep State Run Amok” is available online, with Amazon being the best option. A brief 34-minute documentary about the book, also titled “The Broken Whistle,” can be viewed on SalemNOW, which additionally features a longer film titled “Deep State Gangsters,” showcasing the stories of three other whistleblowers.