Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I had a beer with a Marine. We were on his porch. He was barbecuing ribs. I’ll call him Mike, although this is not his real name.
Mike uses a wheelchair. He is a nice-looking soldier. Strong upper body. Head of silver hair. He likes Miller High Life because “It’s what my dad always drank,” he says.
Amid the noise of judging yesterday on today’s morals, a far more pervasive and intellectually dishonest form of censorship is being overlooked: the ongoing sanitization of historical fiction and classic literature.
I find discussions on social media about what it means to be a man in America or in any Western Civilization – to be miserable. The chatter is usually more a compendium of complaints than coherent thoughts. Yet the subject is important, because while the suicide of Western Civilization is shared by men and women, men must lead the actual fight to save it, restore it, and catapult it forward for a few more centuries.
My sister and I sit cross-legged on the front porch, playing cards. I am losing. Not that this matters.
We are really into the game right now, slapping cards on the porch floor.
My personal freedoms as well as my family’s safety and opportunities are a bubble in the South in a bubble that is American Civilization that is in a bubble of the Anglo-Sphere that is in the bubble of Western Civilization.
It’s worth fighting for here and abroad.
My granddaddy said you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat a dog. Someone who treats a dog badly, is a bad person. A person who treats a dog with regard and deference is a good egg.
Michigan resident Sean Lechner and Iron Pig Smokehouse owner Ian Murphy discuss the weight their gubernatorial and Senate elections hold on ‘The Bottom Line.’
Friday morning. First cup of coffee. The good mug. “She calls me Daddy.” Kids not up yet, house quiet, the one peaceful ten minutes a father of four gets all day.
And then I read it.
Ro Khanna, congressman from Silicon Valley, announced that it is time for Democrats to offer “a bold vision for free childcare.” His bill would make childcare free, pay childcare workers a “living wage,” put friends, family, and neighbors who watch your kids on the government payroll, and mail stay-at-home parents a $1,000 stipend.
The things I could write about pound cake. I could go on and on and bore you to death, so I think I will.
After my father died, I remember visiting a Methodist church with my boyhood friend, and he was introducing me to people. He was raised Methodist, I was not. My people were Baptist.
It was a crowded airport. I was between layovers. I sat at the airport bar.
The man beside me was nursing a cold beverage. I ordered a beverage, too, but I realized I had forgotten my wallet. It was in my checked bag. I had been fiscally castrated. I was penniless.
The waitress brought me ice water.
On September 4th, my fifth grandchild was born…a tiny, beautiful, sweet and adorable baby girl. When our daughter went into labor, my wife and I rushed to their city so we could be there to support them — and, of course, so we could meet our new granddaughter as soon as possible.
Foley, Alabama. It’s an overcast day at the beach. Lambert’s Cafe is already busy this morning, and they aren’t even open yet.
There is a small line forming outside the front doors. Lambert’s opens at 11 a.m., but We the People are ready at 10:48. We stand outside among a small group of tourists, ready to eat ourselves into type II diabetes.
For the unbaptized, Lambert’s is home of the throwed roll.
Maori cannibals of New Zealand used 2 methods to kill their newborns: Strangulation like Clancy did in modern day Mass. Another method was poking a stick into the soft spot at the top of the baby’s skull, similar to how abortion doctors scramble the baby’s brains during partial birth abortions.
Vote “No” between now and November 3, 2026 to stop the Amendments Scam. The ballot questions aren’t the same words as the actual Amendments. So, the ballots are warm fuzzy bait and the proposed Amendments are the cold, rotting switch. It’s the biggest bait and switch in Virginia history.
As a boy, my father used to listen to the Grand Ole Opry and drink beer in his garage.
We were Southern Baptists, and Baptists do not drink beer inside, only in the garage. Occasionally they smoke out there, too. But only when your mother is out of town visiting her aunt Cynthia.
It’s been years since I swam in the Gulf. And I mean really jogged into the surf, hurled myself into the breakers, and let other, much younger swimmers pee on me.
We have previously noted the murder of William “Billy” Schmidt over pure stupidity, a street theft of a cell phone. It took the Philadelphia Police a few weeks to identify the killers, but once they were, one of them fled the state. The alleged killers are minors, but now the parents of one of them …
There was a one-story building next to one of the towers that served as its lobby: “Plop, plop, plop” could be heard inside that lobby. Someone asked “what is that noise?” Answer: “People are jumping out the windows instead of being burned to death. They land on the roof, causing this noise.”
Tonight, I am in a band. I am only a guest musician. But the guys on stage are my friends.
It’s a great night. Bright lights are shining in my face. There are happy people in the audience. And I can’t think of many things I love more than playing music with my friends.
Seattle radio host Jason Rantz and Steamboat Institute fellow Carine Hajjar discuss Vice President JD Vance’s speech at the Republican midterm convention on ‘The Bottom Line.’