My take on the story.     

When Guy Green asked me to become his co-host on The Speakeasy, I was delighted to accept. We met a few years ago during our mutual efforts to confront what we saw as destructive to our America.

We seemed to see many things the same way in terms of the problems, and, generally speaking, the solutions. We both have grandchildren whose futures we fear for, and neither of us wants to be counted among those who failed to pass on the wonderful gifts we inherited from our parents and grandparents.

Our styles may differ, but not our goals.

I have tremendous respect for Guy’s grasp of the world around us. He knows history, his memory is a steel trap, and he possesses a remarkable gift of recall. His combination of wit and humor, along with some pretty good (and funny) impersonations, help create his “theater of the mind” approach to radio. I am proud to call him my friend.

I am a retired manufacturing engineer, and having had no previous radio experience, I was intimidated by the prospect of joining The Speakeasy, to say the least. I have always leaned more towards the direct, plain speaking approach, not so much as a matter of choice, but as a matter of genetics. I am my father’s son, after all. History, particularly American history, has long been my interest.

I hope you find the combination of our styles and personalities agreeable.

More importantly, I hope The Speakeasy can provide the specific trigger that motivates you to become engaged and involved in our future.

You have a choice to make: shall we remain a free nation, pursuing our natural, inalienable rights? Or shall we succumb to the siren song of tyranny, trading sovereignty for promises of security?

Time to suit up. Time to get in the game. It’s for keeps.



Welcome to the Corner Stool!  

So who is this Tony Bauer, anyway?  Let’s get something straight: I’m not so much “dour” as I am leery.

For some time now, I have felt that things just weren’t quite “right” in this Grand Nation of Liberty. I sense an effort to make the things I remember enjoying from my youth somehow being placed off limits to me, that those memories were not reflective of reality. That they were but a mere movie memory.


I believe in the Dream that was- and still is- the United States of America.  Bingo.

More importantly, my wife, Jane,  and I believe in it for our children and our 6  grandchildren. We have absolutely zero willingness to pass on the gifts of freedom and liberty in a manner reduced in value, tarnished in image, or relegated to mere memory.


I remember when a man’s word meant something. I remember a world where you worked for what you earned, and used those earnings with pride, in a way that you saw fit, not some political do-gooder  looking over your shoulder, making those decisions for you. I remember buying what you could afford, when you could afford it, and paying for it on the spot. These are some of the lessons I took from life on Minnesota’s “Iron Range.”  These lessons, and my spot on the corner stool, are what fuel my “observations” from time to time.

Yes, tis’ true: I was born behind the Tamarack Curtain.

My family left the Range when the hard reality of having to find other work (for no one else was going to take care of your responsibilities) came home with my father one day.

I think we grew stronger as a family because of this. We were not “victims.”  We were a family, just like so many other families, trying, loving, and simply getting on with our lives.

Fast forward to today: we have a government full of politicians who have made promises in return for votes. Promises we knew we could never afford as a nation, but which were made anyway, knowing the bills would not come due until well into the future.

Well, we are at that future. Today we live with the result of those false promises, with a government bloated by excess and waste, abuse and favoritism, fraud and corruption. With education and other public service sectors bought and paid for by corruption- filled public unions with scant regard for the ever- declining quality of what passes as education for our children, or what are pawned off as societal  “needs.”

 I entered into this fray realizing that we might already be lost, but that has never been the point. I believe America, as I know it existed, is still the finest place in the history of this planet earth, and why, as horrible as the radical progressives wish to depict America, millions of the world’s people still struggle to come here.  That is one of the countless attributes that makes America worth fighting for.

We must act as a free people to counter this shift towards someone else’s idea of Nirvana in their vain attempt to attain Heaven on earth. That is one of the lessons our Founding Fathers tried to teach us: that we must strive for excellence as a country recognizing the power of God. But all the while knowing that as imperfect human beings, we  cannot retain our liberty without the moral character, courage and faith that God provides. Without it, we pursue the fruitless vanity of trying to create something greater than mortal abilities allow. That is why socialism, communism, or Marxism has always failed, and always will.



 Judge Andrew Napolitano really nails this. "Always speak the truth."

Be sure to listen to it all- the end is DYNAMITE!

A very moving video of Jon McNaughton's brillant work, "The Forgotten Man"

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