Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
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?
If you have high blood pressure, you may want to stop reading now!
I’m about to show you how the federal government has been ROBBING you blind for your entire working life, and the numbers are going to make you absolutely FURIOUS.
“There’s a bug on my leg!” said Becca.
“There’s no bug on your leg,” I said confidently.
“Are you SURE?”
“Absotively,” I said.
Vice President JD Vance and his wife, second lady Usha Vance, have welcomed their fourth child, Alec Neel Vance. He is the first child born to a sitting US vice president in more than 150 years.
There’s a popular internet meme that we used to think a lack of information made people stupid, but nope, it wasn’t that! We have a wealth of information at our fingertips, but stupid people are still stupid. Public school teachers are supposed to be educated, with at least a baccalaureate degree, and frequently an expectation …
Can America’s newest graduates explain the difference between a two-stroke and a four-stroke engine? Probably not—and that’s the point. Somewhere along the way, we traded shop class for screen time and mechanical know-how for digital convenience. This isn’t really about lawn mowers or chainsaws. It’s about what happens when a society can build apps but struggles to understand the machines that keep the lights on, the food growing, and the country moving. Maybe it’s time to ask whether practical knowledge still deserves a place in a modern education.
I am sitting at my airline gate. I have been waiting here since the Peloponnesian Wars. I am people-watching because there is nothing else to do while I wait for my plane. The main person I am watching is a guy in the seating area. He is maybe mid-80s. With him are six children. He appears to be the sole adult in their company. There are no other grownups with him.
It was late. I was leaving South Carolina, where I’d just made a speech in Columbia. I had an all-night drive ahead of me.