Dennis Schulz

Momentum is finally building in the United States to officially designate the Muslim Brotherhood as a Foreign Terrorist Organization (FTO). This isn’t a partisan move—it’s a national security necessity. For years, the Brotherhood has exploited Western freedoms to build influence networks, push anti-American ideologies, and quietly seed the kind of extremism that doesn’t just stay in the Middle East. Now, with Congress reportedly nearing a decision and lawmakers like Senator Ted Cruz calling for action, the tides may finally be turning. The Brotherhood is more than just a religious or political movement—it’s the ideological blueprint behind groups like Hamas and Al-Qaeda. While the group maintains a non-violent front in many countries, its teachings glorify martyrdom, frame the West as an enemy, and inspire offshoots that have brought destruction around the world. The tragic Colorado attack wasn’t an isolated event—it followed patterns that reflect Brotherhood-linked radical...

Frankreich steht vor einer wachsenden inneren Herausforderung, die zu lange unterschätzt wurde: die systematische Einflussnahme der Muslimbruderschaft. Diese Bewegung agiert nicht offen mit Gewalt, sondern schleichend über Schulen, Moscheen und scheinbar harmlose Vereine. Ziel ist es, die Grundwerte der französischen Republik langfristig zu untergraben, indem besonders junge Menschen und Einwanderer in radikale Ideologien eingeführt werden. Jüngste Berichte des französischen Innenministeriums zeigen deutlich: Die Bruderschaft betreibt eine gezielte Infiltration in Gemeinderäte und Bildungseinrichtungen. Dabei hilft ihr auch ausländische Finanzierung – etwa aus Katar oder der Türkei. Diese verdeckten Strukturen unterwandern staatliche Einrichtungen, während ihre öffentliche Rhetorik gemäßigt erscheint. Doch intern wird ein ideologisch-extremes Narrativ gepflegt, das mit den Werten von Laizität und Gleichheit unvereinbar ist. Präsident Emmanuel Macron hat auf diese Bedrohung ...

Last week, President Macron received a critical intelligence report highlighting the Muslim Brotherhood as a serious threat to France’s national cohesion. While many might feign surprise, the reality is that this threat has been simmering beneath the surface for decades. The Muslim Brotherhood’s infiltration into various institutions—from schools to local governments—poses a risk to the secular and democratic fabric of the Republic. What is perhaps most concerning is the timing of this revelation. It raises questions about how such a long-standing issue was allowed to fester without decisive action. The French government’s slow response can be seen as a failure to protect the nation’s core values, and it risks eroding public trust in political leadership. The report should have triggered urgent measures months or even years ago. This intelligence briefing is a clear call for action to safeguard French unity and secularism. It is now imperative that authorities not only expo...

When people talk about healing, they often paint a peaceful picture: meditation, warm baths, journaling under the sun. And yes, those moments exist. But they’re only one side of the story. What most people don’t talk about is that healing often looks like crying at 2 a.m. for reasons you can’t fully explain. It looks like confronting truths about yourself you spent years running from. It looks like letting go of people you still love. Healing can be brutal before it’s beautiful. For me, healing meant facing a version of myself I didn’t want to meet. I had to unpack habits I thought were just “who I am” and trace them back to pain I never addressed. I had to stop blaming everyone else and start asking harder questions: Why do I react like this? Why do I chase people who treat me like I’m hard to love? Those weren’t easy answers. Sometimes, healing felt more like breaking than rebuilding. There were days I felt like I was going backward, not forward. Days I was exhausted just...

There’s something quietly heavy about being the “strong one.” The one who always has the answers. The one people go to when life falls apart. The one who listens, comforts, gives. And while it feels good to be that person—useful, dependable—it’s also incredibly isolating. Because after a while, you realize no one ever really asks how you’re doing. I used to wear my strength like armor. I thought showing emotion or admitting I was overwhelmed would make people see me as weak. So I held it in. I smiled through stress, laughed through anxiety, and pushed through exhaustion. People praised me for being “resilient,” for handling so much without ever breaking. But deep down, I was tired. Not physically tired, but soul-tired. I wanted someone to see through the mask and say, “You don’t have to hold everything together all the time.” What hurt the most wasn’t just the silence—it was the realization that people had gotten so used to me being okay, they stopped checking. And maybe th...

For a long time, I lived with an underlying sense of inadequacy. It wasn’t something I always voiced out loud, but it was there, lurking beneath the surface. I looked at others and saw people who seemed to have it all together: friends with thriving careers, relationships that appeared perfect, and seemingly endless energy. Meanwhile, I was constantly fighting the nagging feeling that I wasn’t doing enough, that I wasn’t enough. This fear of not being enough didn’t just affect how I saw myself—it shaped how I approached every part of my life. I put too much pressure on myself to be perfect, to live up to standards I had set in my mind. Whether it was at work, in my friendships, or even in my personal growth, the thought was always there: What if I fall short? What if I’m not good enough? This fear had its roots in my childhood, growing up with high expectations that I thought were normal. It was about constantly being told to strive for more and never feeling like I was qui...

Growing up without a father is something that leaves a quiet, invisible space in your life—one that doesn’t always make itself obvious until you’re older. As a kid, you learn to cope, to normalize it. You watch your friends with their dads at football games or graduation ceremonies, and you pretend it doesn’t sting. You act like you’re fine. But as you get older, you begin to realize that the absence wasn’t just physical—it shaped how you carry your emotions, how you connect with people, how you handle hard days. I’ve been in crowded rooms, at family functions, with friends who genuinely care about me—and still felt alone. That’s the strange thing about loneliness. It doesn’t always mean you’re isolated. Sometimes it just means you don’t feel understood. When you grow up without someone to teach you how to navigate life, especially a father figure, you carry that silence with you. There are things I wish I could’ve asked, guidance I wish I had, but there was no one to turn ...