For my dad. Decades ago, he saw where we were headed. And so he carried the fire.

I’m TJ Harker.

I was federal and state prosecutor, deputy attorney general, general counsel, piano enthusiast, rough-cut carpentry amateur, lacrosse player, zero-turn mower aficionado, and autodidactic polymath.

I’ve sent communist spies to prison, mastered the art of the well-timed social faux-pas, was the lead prosecutor on a raid resulting in the arrest of hundreds of illegal aliens, scored championship-winning goals, worn the wrong clothes to social functions, dismantled billion dollar fraud rings, invested in the wrong things, won a mid-level mountain biking season championship (for middle-aged amateurs in a small city), spoken plainly to gang bangers, purchased bitcoin, sold bitcoin, purchased it again, suffered through acute appendicitis thinking it was bad gas, read every issue of the Claremont Review of Books since 2004, argued past the point of irrelevance, fought when I shouldn’t have, fought when I should have, played on a beer league ice hockey championship team, annoyed people who cared about me, cared about people who annoyed me …

I believe I coined the phrases “woke theology” and “anti-human death cult” in roughly 2018 and 2004, respectively. Those are probably my biggest accomplishments. Don’t take them away from me.

I’m pleased that Americans have the courage to seek the truth amidst an incessant storm of regime lies. Amicus Republicae is my small effort to help ferret out that truth.

Occasionally, a serious publication will print my thoughts.

I’ve also been invited as a guest on a few podcasts and radio shows (arranged by aired date):

And I’ve written some more academic style publications.

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