Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I had a dream last night. It was a vivid dream. I was in a perfect place. A realm of unspeakable beauty. It was the kind of dream where anything could happen. The kind of dream where anyone could show up.
Anyone, such as, for example, Will Rogers.
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.
Another week has flown by, and who knows what’s really going on? Certainly not the media. Or if they do, they’re not saying. Don knows, though, and he’ll make you laugh and think as he attempts to explain.
Traditionally, the Old Testament book of Ruth has been viewed as a love story. But in this series of 12 conversations with author Carolyn Custis James, Mart DeHaan and Elisa Morgan discover that this story of Naomi and Ruth and Boaz is not all about romance. It’s about God’s ability to make much of broken lives, and how he calls men and women to serve together to build His kingdom.
I’m in Avondale Park. I’m watching random kids play baseball. The kids pepper the field. Gloves on their knees.
“Hey, batta batta batta!” they all chant. They look like third graders. The third-baseman looks like he has to go pee.
“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.
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.
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.
The sound of breaking glass awakens you in the dead of night. You instinctively grab your trusty shotgun, herd all family members into a single room and call the police. However, before the police arrive the intruder finds you and advances – the 2×4 he used to break your sliding glass door raised above his head. Fearing for your life and your family’s – you shoot him.
I’m sure some of you have noticed I haven’t been writing as much as I used to. I get lots of emails asking why this is. Many of these emails are ultra-friendly emails, beginning with the words, “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!!!?”
To answer this, I need to start by telling you about our trip to Spain.
Morgan arrived at the little lake cabin around lunchtime. Her sorority sister Grace was driving the car. The car wheeled into the gravel driveway. When Morgan crawled out of the passenger seat, we all rushed her and embraced.
Dave and Sarah had committed the cardinal sin of being responsible adults. They owned a home. They had a car that was paid off. They had $3,200 in a savings account — money they’d been scraping together for years to have SOMETHING in case of emergency. And now the emergency was here, and the government said, “Sorry, you’re too rich for help.”
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.
The complainers speak in all caps sometimes.
“AMERICA IS FALLING APART,” they often say. “THINGS ARE WORSE NOW THAN EVER BEFORE.”
But just because something was typed in capital letters doesn’t make it true.
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.
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.