Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
Fr Chris Vorderbruggen wrote, on Twitter: You have a say in how God will judge you. Not because you can excuse your sins, change His law, or save yourself, but because Jesus warns that the measure you use against another human being will be measured back to you. Every merciless judgment should make us tremble. …
We’ll call her April. But that’s not her name. She sent me a letter which arrived in my mailbox on April 1. Hence, the pseudonym.
“I am 15 and I just had a baby…” the letter began.
I paused to get my reading glasses.
California gubernatorial candidate Steve Hilton joins ‘Sunday Morning Futures’ to discuss state economic policies and request a federal investigation into his opponent Xavier Becerra.
Tech giant Meta settled a series of multistate social media addiction lawsuits, agreeing to pay out up to $17 billion. In addition, Meta will roll out some changes to its portfolio of social media apps, including Instagram, Facebook and others.
Today you get the other two things I am, the medic and the science teacher, and I need you to set the pitchfork down for about ten minutes. Because I am going to walk you through some neuroendocrinology first, and only then tell you what it has to do with three dead children in Duxbury, Massachusetts.
America has always had criminals. What’s new is the fan club. From cheering an accused CEO killer to rallying around a mother who killed her three children, we’re watching sympathy, grievance, and tribal identity compete with basic moral judgment. When the first question becomes “Whose side am I on?” instead of “What is right and what is wrong?” a nation has a serious problem. Isaiah warned about calling evil good and good evil. Maybe our moral compass isn’t merely drifting anymore. Maybe it’s broken.
The angel Gabriel appears four times in the Bible. Each time, as an emissary delivering a message from God. Is God’s messenger visiting us again – this time in the body of a frail newborn baby, confronting us with truths we’ve been avoiding?
This morning I walked into a drugstore in downtown Nashville and bought three sacks of blue raspberry Dum-Dums.
The cashier looked at me funny. She casually asked why I was buying so many blue raspberry suckers.
So I told her a story.
The medical profession must have a reformation. They have members willing to destroy children for a buck. It is time for these creatures to be stopped.
Columbus, Georgia. I was eating at a barbecue joint not far from the state line. My cousin, John, insisted that this joint serves the best barbecue in the state of Georgia. He made me promise to try it.
It’s time to confront a grim reality by reframing the discourse surrounding what has long been known as “abortion.” Let’s call it what it is – “child sacrifice.”
“I am a little old woman who lives in an assisted living facility…” her email began.
Her following message was about the length of “War and Peace.” She is a woman who is as sweet as Karo syrup. But—and I mean this respectfully—brevity is not her strong suit. Reading her email took me three or four presidential administrations.
“I had a baby when I was fourteen…” she wrote.
As a good Catholic, I have been horrified by the revelations of sexual abuse of minors by priests, but these days, it seems that such sexual abuse of minors has become much more the province of public school teachers. The abuse by priests helped to widen investigations, put the scandal more into the public eye, …
Margie answered her phone. “Hello?”
“Hello?” said a girl’s voice. “Someone told me your husband worked on old cars?”
The old dog was found walking on the highway. She had no name. No home. Nobody.
The guy who found her was a guy we’ll call Peter. I call him this because this is his name.
A New Mexico judge has ordered Meta to pay $567 million in penalties and make changes to its apps, saying its social media platforms harm children’s mental health.
LGBTQ+ activists are upset that Florida placed age restrictions on watching sex shows. That’s because the + stands for pedo. Stopping Drag Queen Story Hours and the like makes the job more difficult for groomers.
A little boy walked into the little church, unannounced. It was a weekday. A country church. Clapboards. Tin roof. The kind of church that—until a few years ago—only had window-unit A/C.
Morning. I am driving two-lane highways in the backcountry of Missouri. I have been sharing the highway with mostly rusty pickups and Massey Ferguson farm implements. Also deer.
Missouri. The place where the western prairie meets the southern cotton patches. It’s a foreign land to me.
You’d never know I was born in Missouri. You’d never guess my father died in Missouri.
I’m about to say something controversial. Buckle up.
You need a license to drive a car. A license to cut hair. A license to catch fish. A license to carry a concealed weapon. But any two people can create a human life with ZERO accountability?