Stephen Kruiser
The Morning Briefing
April 22, 2026
You know the joke about how fast you need to be if a bear is chasing you, don’t you? You don’t have to be faster than the bear; you just need to be faster than the other guy.In Other News
To put a finer point on that, if you ever watch those nature documentaries and programs, you notice that the law of the jungle dictates that when a predator is chasing down a herd of prey, the slowest and perhaps the weakest member of the herd becomes the victim. The rest of the herd survives for at least another day.
It’s not much more complicated than that when seeking to understand how the Democrats and the rest of the left are trying to take down Donald Trump and his administration. The law of the jungle, one member at a time. More often than not, the tactical mistake the left continues to make is to go after the strongest members of the administration first, not the weakest one.
They attack the ones they fear most instead of the ones they least fear. It’s why they come up dry so often. That’s how you know that Secretary of War Pete Hegseth is someone they fear quite a bit. He’s one of the strongest and seemingly most trusted members in Trump’s cabinet.
No one in understands the law of the jungle as it applies to politics better than Trump. He knows from experience and has the scars to prove it, literally and physically. But he’s also understood the figurative brutality of politics for a long time. He knows what the left is trying to do to his inner circle, and it’s why he smartly doesn’t give the left a scalp every now and then to appease it. Kristi Noem was an outlier and essentially fired herself with her reckless behavior, her incompetence in her job, and the circus her husband brought to the fore.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.