Memorial Day: More than a Long Weekend
Memorial Day reminds Christians to honor those who sacrificed for earthly freedom while also remembering the eternal freedom purchased through the sacrificial love of Jesus Christ.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
Memorial Day reminds Christians to honor those who sacrificed for earthly freedom while also remembering the eternal freedom purchased through the sacrificial love of Jesus Christ.
Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Even though this name has been so misused, misapplied, and misappropriated throughout history.
Ernie Vande Zande was more than a national champion and record-setter; he was the rare competitor who made everyone around him better. Known as “the Human Benchrest,” the Army major and Camp Perry champion combined world-class precision with a quiet willingness to help any shooter who genuinely wanted to improve. His classic article Sights, Wind and Mirage still teaches competitors how to read conditions decades after it was written. Smallbore lost more than a legend when Ernie passed in 2018—it lost a mentor, a gentleman, and one of the finest ambassadors the sport has ever known.
American Indians in their winter camp at Wounded Knee, were murdered on Dec. 29, 1891, by federal agents and members of the 7th Cavalry who had come to confiscate their firearms “for their own safety and protection.”
My grandfather fought in World War II. My father served in Vietnam. My wife and I both deployed to Iraq. Three generations answered the nation’s call, each believing that sacrifice served a greater purpose. But after Vietnam, 9/11, Iraq, Wall Street, and COVID, millions of Americans are asking a question more dangerous than any enemy abroad: Have we been lied to? That question marks the beginning of the American Awakening—a rediscovery that we are more than consumers and collections of atoms. We are moral and spiritual beings, and once a people remember that truth matters and rights come from God rather than government, they become very difficult to manipulate.
Empires don’t collapse in a blaze of cinematic glory—they erode, quietly, while insisting everything is fine. The United States still fields the most powerful military on Earth, still prints the world’s reserve currency, still lectures the planet on order and stability. But beneath the polished surface, the math is getting ugly, the cohesion is cracking, and the strategic margin is shrinking. This is what decline actually looks like—not defeat, but drift. Not surrender, but overextension wrapped in denial. The dangerous part isn’t that America is weakening; it’s that it hasn’t fully realized it yet.
Writing about race and the rapidly shifting racial complexion and composition of America is a dangerous exercise. No matter how you discuss it or describe it, if you are white, you are almost certain to be called a racist by easily triggered leftists who prefer that you keep silent
Define American. Is it any person on planet Earth resides in the U.S. who simply shares a set of ideas – an American Creed? Or, is based on “blood and soil” connections by birth and ancestry? It definitely isn’t the Ethno-nationalism of a “Whites Only” America, because our America became multi-racial in 1619 when English …
Every spring in Michigan, the forests erupt into a full-scale fungal gold rush. Pickup trucks jam two-tracks. Facebook groups trade morel coordinates like cartel smugglers swapping contraband routes. Grown adults crawl through the woods in camouflage carrying mesh bags full of mushrooms worth more per pound than some cuts of steak. And through all of it, the State of Michigan collects exactly zero dollars from one of the largest seasonal harvest activities on public land.
I have never believed the leftist maxim that insists diversity is “our strength.” Instead, I see it as divisive, with our nation being split into cultural, ethnic, racial, religious, and political tribes who are essentially at war with one another.
Elections still happen. Parties still act like it’s a steel-cage match. But on the fundamentals—the wiring of the economy, the growth of the administrative state, the handshake between government and corporate power—the menu is pre-selected. You’re not choosing dinner; you’re choosing the garnish. The work of Martin Gilens and Benjamin Page (2014) didn’t need conspiracy theories to make the point: policy outcomes tend to track the preferences of economic elites far more than average voters. Translation: your vote counts; your leverage doesn’t.
Homewood, Alabama. When you walk into Salem’s Diner, it’s the people you notice first.
Visitors often walk through this high prairie farmhouse and say they can feel her. They don’t know how. They don’t know why. But she’s here.
Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas delivered an insightful and important speech at the University of Texas recently that I wish every American could have heard.
Those of us who live in this mismanaged, Democrat-ruled dung-show are keenly aware that Gov. “Hair Gel” has already relentlessly trashed the “Golden State.”
She helped people die. Or maybe you’d say she helped them transition to the other side—whatever that means. She’s not a big believer in “the other side.”
Either way, she’s been helping people pass away for a long time. She has seen more death than most.
March Madness is done. Monday night, the Michigan Wolverines held off the UConn Huskies for the NCAA basketball title, and college free agency, otherwise known as “The Transfer Portal,” is now open and active.
There are Olympic stories about grit, discipline, and the triumph of the human spirit—and then there’s the one about Matthew Emmons, whose rifle got mysteriously vandalized right before the biggest competition of his life. Not misplaced. Not dropped. Not “oops, I leaned it against the rack wrong.” We’re talking deliberate, tool-in-hand, someone-wanted-this-gun-dead sabotage at the U.S. Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs. In a sport where competitors track wind shifts measured in whispers and bullet holes measured in decimals, somebody decided to go full blunt-force caveman on precision equipment. And just like that, Olympic-level marksmanship briefly turned into a low-budget whodunit.
If we trust a service member overseas with a loaded rifle, real rules of engagement, and life-and-death decisions in a combat zone, it makes no sense to suddenly treat that same disciplined professional like a liability the moment they step onto a stateside installation; this policy correction acknowledges a simple truth long overdue—responsibility doesn’t evaporate at the gate. The men and women we entrust to defend the nation are trained, vetted, and held to standards far above the civilian baseline, and if we truly believe in that system, then extending reasonable trust for personal defense at home isn’t radical, it’s consistent. And if someone genuinely cannot be trusted with a firearm under controlled conditions on base, then the harder question isn’t about policy—it’s about why they’re in uniform in the first place.
“Yeah, I got a story for you,” said the old woman in the nursing home.
She had midnight skin, dandelion-fuzz hair, and she smoked Newports. Each day she liked to park her wheelchair in the parking lot where she could face the supermarket, and watch all the happy customers walk in and out of Publix.