A Little Bird
I was on the way to the shed. Walking through the yard. I saw something in the grass. It was fluttering in the weeds. I could see its wings.
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I was on the way to the shed. Walking through the yard. I saw something in the grass. It was fluttering in the weeds. I could see its wings.
I can understand how the left might have sympathy for illegal immigrants who have tried all along to be good people, but to attempt deliberately to keep a convicted sex offender in the country? Just how stupid can they be?
I’ll call her Rebecca. She’s from Washington D.C. Her email started off like this:
“Dear Sean, I don’t know what to do, my mother just died of brain cancer… I am only 18 years old, and she was all I have left…
“She read your Facebook posts, and I am hurting… I know you can’t help me, but I don’t know who else to tell.”
I am a science teacher. So before we do anything else, we are going to look at the actual data. Because the data DESTROYS the entire narrative.
Black poverty in America fell from 87 percent in 1940 to 47 percent in 1960. That is FORTY POINTS in twenty years. Before the Great Society. Before Lyndon Johnson’s War on Poverty. Before a single dollar of the $22 trillion the federal government has spent on poverty programs since 1965. The free market, economic growth, and an intact family culture did that — forty points — in two decades.
Dear little girl, you are not ugly. I say this because currently, over 78 percent of American young girls think they are ugly. Over 78 percent of girls hate their physical appearance. Seventy-eight percent despise their own self-image. Seventy-eight percent are disgusted with themselves.
Dear kid,
I know this is a hard day for you. It’s hard because everyone in the known solar system is throwing a party for their dad, and you’re not.
The young Walmart cashier looked at me from across her counter. She had just finished ringing up my underpants when she recited my total from the register screen.
I reached into my pocket to pay.
Today is National Eat Your Vegetables Day. Frankly I didn’t know there was such a day. And I don’t know why it exists. Or who invented it.
Mom was middle-aged. Maybe early fifties. Her daughter was maybe 18. You could tell it was her daughter because of the way she kept rolling her eyes whenever the middle-aged woman opened her mouth.
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In the 1960s, I was the boy who was embarrassed about growing up without a father in small-town Mt Sterling, Kentucky. Divorce was far less common at the time, and all of the kids I knew in Mt Sterling Elementary School had fathers, or at least the ones about whom I knew anything about their …
One day, as God was sitting in all of heaven’s sovereignty and sanctity and etherealness and stuff, little Randy came to visit.
Randy was the youngest angel trainee in the squad’s junior division. He had just graduated Angel Second Grade. He had freckles and missing front teeth. He hadn’t yet earned his halo. His wings hadn’t fully dropped yet.
Fulton, New York. The year was 1940. The gray-haired man was behind his woodworking bench, clad in an apron. He was feeling around for his spokeshave. He was blind and deaf. His name was Tommy Stringer.
This house is a tomb. Ever since the kid left. We’ve had a kid here at the lake for the past several days. Our goddaughter. She left this morning.
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When the sex abuse scandal involving Catholic priests became major news, I was seriously concerned about the widely-spreading stereotype of all priests being perverts. While the John Jay Report, The Nature and Scope of Sexual Abuse of Minors by Catholic Priests and Deacons in the United States 1950-2002 documented that the problem was limited to …
I don’t know how I got into this. No, wait. I remember.
My wife, that’s how I got into this. That’s how every crazy, halfcocked idea in my life starts. With her. Bungee jumping in Mexico is only one example.
Things I’ve seen in Spain.
Little children, deviceless in public, making blatant eye contact with adults, behaving ten years more mature than their age.
Yeah, I get it: some people are simply sexually attracted to minors. But actively trying what this gentleman from the Lone Star State allegedly did, in an environment in which such people are being sought out, prosecuted, and sent to prison for it, is stupid, as in boneheadedly stupid and criminally stupid.
For our good friends on the left, it is an unwritten rule: not only must they be ‘progressive,’ and ‘woke,’ but they must take the furthest left position possible on any issues in any way related to sex, or they will be enabling MAGA and the evil reich-wing conservatives. Thus, beyond all science and reason, …