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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.’
A mother killing her children is no big deal in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
9 women and a couple of men on a jury decided that a woman has the right to a post-partum abortion. All she has to say is she has depression and magically she cannot be convicted for strangling her three children to death, one at a time.
Podcast host Isabel Brown and social and political commentator Jeffery Mead discuss the legacy of Charlie Kirk one year after his assassination on ‘The Will Cain Show.’
Birmingham. I met the old woman for coffee. She was small and slight, with a mane of white. She spoke with a thick Latin accent.
“I have a story for you,” she said.
I’m a sucker for a good story.
3:42 a.m.—Three hours before sunrise. Sarah and I are awake. Sort of. We begin our marathon route in the hamlet of Manitou Springs, a town where everything is organic, even the Subaru exhaust.
We start our journey alone, in front of the little courthouse, the official starting line of the Pikes Peak Marathon. Before we begin running, we hug each other tightly.
“We’re doing this,” we say before we sprint off into the silent streets.
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. …
The Muslim terror attack on 9-11 brought a fleeting moment of WW2-like national unity. A week later, I wrote the first and best op ed of the 1000 plus to follow: “One Front, Two Wars”. Our Homeland is one front where the Great U.S. Culture War and the War between Western Civilization and a resurgent Islam that breeds radicals and rage are fought.
I knew ”the adrenaline cocktail of shock, fear and anger intoxicates only for a season”.
Morning in Manitou Springs, Colorado. My sister and I have a rental cabin located near the base of Pikes Peak. I am sitting on a picnic table outside our cabin, drinking crappy instant coffee, finishing my third chocolate bar.
My sister brought the chocolate. It’s artisan chocolate. She is asleep in the cabin right now. She’s not going to be happy when she awakes and finds out I’ve eaten all her fancy chocolate. I will undergo one of her famous improvised gender reassignment operations.
Michael Knowles discusses reports that the Trump administration is drafting plans to subsidize stay-at-home parents. He calls it one of the best policies to come out of the administration.
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.