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The Pleasant Hill Baptist church sits out in the country. The fellowship hall is a sardine can.
It is an old room with drooping ceiling fans, paned windows, and carpet stains that predate the Vietnam War.
When Trump 45 left office the poverty rate was an historic low of 10.5%. When Biden left office it was 13.1%, rivalling Obama’s 15.1%. Trump 47’s current poverty rate is 10.2%, another historic low under President Trump’s economic policies and leadership.
We are not in a Trade War with Canada. Instead, Don Surber says that Mark Carney is merely giving assisted suicide to his country’s economy.
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.
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.
Before freezers and generators, Michigan hunters had another way to make November’s deer feed the family all winter: the Mason jar. Pressure-canned venison may be the original deer-camp MRE—simple, shelf-stable, already cooked, and requiring no refrigeration. It’s a nearly forgotten skill worth bringing back.
Remember the old Wendy’s commercial: “Where’s the beef?” In 2026, maybe the better question is: “Where’s my beef FROM?” America once required Country of Origin Labeling for beef—until Congress blinked in 2015. Now, while we export premium American beef and import foreign beef for our food supply, consumers deserve a simple answer about what they’re putting on the grill. Teddy Roosevelt took on the Beef Trust. Maybe it’s time to channel a little Bull Moose again.
National Supermarket Association National President Anthony Pena discusses suing New York City over its city-run grocery store plan on ‘Varney & Co.’
Perhaps we’ve been looking at America’s beef crisis all wrong. Beef is expensive. The cattle herd is historically small. Drought hammered ranchers. Feed got expensive. Equipment got expensive. Interest got expensive. Land got expensive. Mexican cattle imports were disrupted because a flesh-eating parasite decided to make a comeback. Obviously, the solution is simple. Eat bugs. …
Brenda’s Barbecue Pit is about the size of a walk-in closet, only smaller. The nano-building stands on Mobile Road near Washington Park in Montgomery. It’s a working class neighborhood. They do take-out only.
No credit cards.
Dearest Morgan,
It’s four in the morning. And I’m awake. Just sitting here. Thinking about you.
I haven’t slept since your last text. Your text about how doctors placed you under hospice care. Your text asking me to come say one last goodbye.
It was our place. That’s what it was. I grew up in a little fishing village, nestled in the Florida Panhandle.
This was long before the tattoo parlors, before the T-shirt shops, before Whole Foods and Bass Pro.
“There’s a lot of things in this ole’ world that just do not make sense.” Those are the opening words of our WCN TV theme song. WCN TV is our weekly internet talk show that airs live every Tuesday at 5 pm central time. You can watch live — and be a part of the interactive conversation when you tune in at WCNTV.net . You can also watch any time, by going to our TV website or by viewing on Rumble.com. Just search for “WCN TV.”
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.”
In Ohio, SNAP pays out $1,421 PER MONTH for a family of six.
How does that make you feel?
I don’t know about you, but I’m LIVID.
Let’s call it what it is: FREE FOOD WITH FRAUD.
The bag of vegetables magically appeared on our front porch along with beer. I looked around for angels and wisemen.
Then I turned to my wife, saying, “Ray, is this heaven?”
She looked at me flatly. “Who’s Ray?”
You have to worry about this woman.
Sen. Marsha Blackburn, R-Tenn., discusses the importance of the Secure America Act for immigration enforcement and criticizes Democrats for opposing federal law enforcement funding.
Agriculture Secretary Brooke Rollins discusses the USDA confirming a second New World screwworm case in Texas cattle and the Trump administration’s crackdown on alleged food stamp fraud on ‘The Big Weekend Show.’
We like to pretend food comes from virtue. Hard work, sunshine, maybe a red barn and a guy in overalls. Reality check: your dinner exists because of industrial chemistry, fossil fuels, and a process that forces atmospheric nitrogen to behave like it’s being interrogated in a back room. At the center of this quiet miracle—and quiet dependency—is the Haber-Bosch process. It doesn’t get headlines. It doesn’t trend. But it’s arguably one of the most important inventions in human history, because it broke the natural limits on how much food we can produce. Without it, the global population wouldn’t look anything like it does today.