Cancel Thanksgiving: America Needs a Year Off

Thanksgiving may be America’s dumbest holiday: spend a fortune traveling in terrible weather, dodge hormonally confused deer, eat with relatives you’ll see again in four weeks, then celebrate gratitude by stampeding into Black Friday sales to buy more stuff you don’t need. So here’s a radical idea: cancel Thanksgiving 2026. Stay home, save your money, eat the venison already in the freezer, call Grandma, watch football, and make Christmas—the holiday that actually has religious meaning for Christians—something special. The Pilgrims survived an Atlantic crossing and a New England winter. Grandma can survive four more weeks without seeing you.

Politics Is Down Stream From Culture

Politics Is Down Stream From Culture

Diane describes how a hero with a gun saved dozens of lives during a recent school shooting in Bend, Oregon. Kaylub Giamanco, a father with two daughters in that school, entered and shot the killer. George, Diane & Steve compare today’s youth with their classmates in the 1950s & 1960s.

What If Hell Is Never Having Enough?

Maybe hell isn’t fire and brimstone. Maybe it’s something far worse: wanting forever and never being satisfied. Our modern culture may already give us a small taste—more money, more stuff, more attention, more pleasure, yet somehow never enough. C.S. Lewis suggested our deepest longings may point beyond this world. Perhaps the question isn’t how to get more, but why nothing we get ever seems to fill the hole.

History Isn’t Safe—And That’s the Point: Why Modern Revisionism & Censorship Weakens Classic Literature

Amid the noise of judging yesterday on today’s morals, a far more pervasive and intellectually dishonest form of censorship is being overlooked: the ongoing sanitization of historical fiction and classic literature.

Jack O’Connor Would Have Loved the 6.5 Creedmoor

Jack O’Connor died in 1978, nearly 30 years before the 6.5 Creedmoor appeared, but judged by the standards he championed in The Hunting Rifle and decades of Outdoor Life writing, he probably would have loved it—even if it never displaced his beloved .270 Winchester. O’Connor valued accuracy, moderate recoil, flat-enough trajectory, high sectional density, efficient bullets, penetration, and above all the hunter’s ability to put a bullet precisely where it belonged. The Creedmoor checks virtually every box: a 140-grain 6.5mm bullet has excellent sectional density, modern high-BC bullets retain velocity remarkably well, recoil is lighter than the .270, and the cartridge is famously easy to shoot accurately. Where O’Connor would still favor the .270 is raw velocity and its flatter trajectory at ordinary hunting distances—especially important in his era, when hunters estimated range rather than pushing a button on a laser rangefinder. Ironically, O’Connor also admired cartridges such as the mild-mannered 7×57 Mauser and repeatedly argued that shot placement mattered more than horsepower. The funniest conclusion, then, is that the old-school hunters who dismiss the 6.5 Creedmoor as some newfangled fad might be surprised by their own patron saint: the Creedmoor is essentially an O’Connor hunting cartridge designed 30 years too late—accurate, efficient, mild to shoot, and powerful enough to kill what you’re hunting if you quit arguing about caliber and put the damned bullet where it belongs.