Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I never met my grandpa, but I know enough about him from the rifle he left behind — a .35 Remington that thumps like a mule and feels like it was carved from a block of American stubbornness. He called it a “good bush gun,” and he was right. I
The last penny has been minted. The humble American “pence” shall be no more. It’s too expensive to produce. It just doesn’t make sense. No pun implied.
I was raised on porches. I love a good porch. Especially old ones. The haint blue ceilings. The swinging ferns. The skidmarks from when I rode my bike off the porch for a New Year’s Eve party.
It has long become apparent that Democrats no longer consider conservatives or Republicans as mere political opponents but enemies. Like their fellow Democrats before the Civil War, they have a different vision for America and appear willing to fight for that view using all means available, including violence.
We’ve built an empire around something that doesn’t actually exist — not in any tangible, survivable sense. Our currency, the almighty dollar, is a human invention with no intrinsic value, no caloric energy, no sheltering power. You can’t eat it, you can’t heat your home with it, and it doesn’t grow in the soil — yet people live and die by it.
My good friend and occasional blog pinch hitter William Teach noted that Luke Broadwater of The New York Times was apoplectic over the hardball that President Donald Trump played during the Government shutdown: The government shutdown is already the longest in American history. But it’s also perhaps the most punishing, in part because President Trump …
Historical myths say that Lucrezia Borgia was a seductive poisoner who carried a hollow ring filled with venom, hosted orgiastic banquets, and eliminated lovers and rivals at will—an archetypal 16th-century Renaissance “femme fatale.”
Somewhere back in the bell-bottom era, a few folks decided religion was too “organized,” so they built a new one out of incense, tie-dye, and wishful thinking. They called it the New Age Movement.
In most cases, the difficulty with social intercourse is due to either a misunderstanding due to definitions, foreign language translations or unfamiliarity of certain terms.
Part III – Rescuing a Dying Tradition: Rebuilding the American Hunter “If We Don’t Pass It On, We’ll Bury It Beside the Campfire.” The numbers are grim but not terminal. Hunting can be saved—but not by bureaucracy. It will be saved the same way it began: neighbor to neighbor, family to family, and a kid’s …
Over the last two decades, that melting pot has been turned down to a simmer and replaced with a salad bowl, where every group keeps its own flavor and dressing. What used to fuse us together is now being sorted into separate piles of identity — and our biggest cities are leading the way.
When America moved to the city, the hunter stayed behind. Today, roughly 80 percent of Americans live in urban areas.
That migration broke the generational hand-off—the unspoken chain of grandfather to father to child.
I got to thinking about the ever-growing list of things you can’t do anymore. And I’m not talking about the big things, such as smoking unfiltered Camels in the maternity-ward waiting room. Actually, it’s not a “maternity ward” anymore. It’s the “labor and delivery unit.” “Maternity ward” is a sexist term implying that only women have babies.
The Baptist church in Brewton was decked for a funeral. Men wore ties. Women wore dresses. The occasional elderly woman in a floral hat was seen wandering the premises. You don’t see many floral hats anymore.
We were burying the preacher today.
Only in Michigan can you buy weed on every street corner, marry whoever you want, and change your gender at will — but if you drop an apple on your own land, you’re suddenly an outlaw. That’s not freedom. That’s bureaucratic tyranny disguised as wildlife management.
When I retired in 2017 and finally got settled back in Michigan around 2019, I decided to try something new — teaching. I earned my interim certificate and took a job in what turned out to be one of the poorest counties in the state, measured by home values and income. You could see the poverty in the houses, the roads, and, more than anything, the expectations kids had for themselves.
When my grandfather was born, they still used horses and buggies. One third of Americans were farmers. Irving Berlin was a household name. Newspapers were the only form of mass communication available except for maybe shouting. Entertainment was different, too. People entertained each other. Books were luxury items.
Taylor Swift’s new single “Wood” is what happens when superstition, sexuality, and self-help memes all get tossed into a blender, set to a drum machine, and poured over a pile of sparkles. It’s catchy, sure. But somewhere between the “knock on wood” line and the anatomical metaphors, it’s clear she’s playing with ideas she doesn’t fully grasp—like a toddler with a theology textbook.
Let’s face it—if you think water is safe, congratulations, you’re probably not living in the first century. Wells and cisterns looked innocent, but sip a cup and you might as well have been drinking a smoothie of bacteria, dirt, and whatever poor soul didn’t wash their hands yesterday. People back then didn’t know about germs—they just knew that gulping down that “clear” liquid was a roll of the dice with your intestines.
London’s Daily Mail newspaper predicts 800,000 people will flee New York if Muslim communist Zohran Mamdani wins today’s mayoral election. The poll, conducted by J.L. Partners for the Daily Mail, may be understating the mass exodus from New York if Mamdani takes over Gracie Mansion.