I’m the guy who’s had it with the tribal bullshit tearing this country apart. As Publisher and Editor-in-Chief of The Independent Pulse, I’m not here to play nice with the echo chambers or kiss the rings of the loudest screamers on the left or right. My name’s Mike Valletta, and I’m an unapologetic independent—someone who’s spent too long watching the red and blue circus drown out the sane middle. This isn’t just a blog; it’s a rebellion against division, a middle finger to the partisan hacks who’d rather burn bridges than build them.

I’ve been around the block—seen the talking heads lie, the ideologues double down, and the so-called “free thinkers” parrot whatever keeps their clique clapping. I’ve got no patience for it. What I do have is a fire to cut through the noise and drag the conversation back to where it belongs: the messy, gritty center where real people live, not the polished podiums of the perpetually pissed-off. I started. The Independent Pulse because I believe America’s got a heartbeat worth saving—one that doesn’t flatline the second you disagree.

My gig here is simple but brutal: call it like I see it, no filter, no favoritism. I’m not your polished suit with a teleprompter or your sanctimonious activist with a megaphone. I’m a skeptic with ink in my veins and a chip on my shoulder, driven by the idea that unity isn’t a fairy tale—it’s a fight. I’ve spent years digging into the cracks of this nation’s soul, from backroom debates to front-page scandals, and I’ve learned one thing: the truth doesn’t care about your team jersey. Neither do I.

This publication is my stake in the ground—a place where independent minds can breathe, clash, and maybe, just maybe, find something worth agreeing on. I’m not here to coddle you or sell you a utopia. I’m here to shake the table, spark the fight worth having, and remind you that the pulse of this country still beats if we stop choking it with dogma. Stick around. It’s gonna be a hell of a ride.