Nuclear Summer

How to win the real war we're fighting (hint: it's not with Iran).

June Gloom in California

If a nuclear bomb went off in my neighborhood here near Altadena, CA, you’d never know the difference. The main thoroughfare is still a wasteland of twisted metal and collapsed building, on both sides of the street for block after block.

Barefoot, filthy zombies shuffle down desolate sidewalks, twitching and talking to themselves. The only residents our local governments are “fighting for” are the foreign nationals, whose children fill our public schools. My neighborhood is around 35% Hispanic; the local elementary school is 79% Hispanic and a “dual immersion” Spanish speaking campus.

But: summer has finally arrived here at the edge of the January firestorm.

Summer 2025 glimmered like a paradise for weeks—soon, there would be no more school pickups, lunch boxes, or uniform slips. No more missing homework assignments. No more tardies or APs or SATs to worry about. Finally, we made it to my son’s high school graduation! Congratulations to everyone who got a kid th…