Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
In a stunning turn of events, the skies are filled with the wails and moans of top gun ace fighter jock pilots from the Air Force and Navy.
“Satanic Worshippers Cry Foul Over Ten Commandments: It’s Hard to Sin When God’s Rules Get in the Way!”
Don Surber covers the media’s offerings this week with a precision in mockery that only he can execute. It may take you a moment to figure out where he’s coming from, but when you do, you’ll be better informed than if you’d watched mainstream media 24/7.
Today in Cloft’s Corner, Dave channels C.S. Lewis as he imagines Satan directing his demons in further devilment after a successful year.
In a stunning display of correlation-based crusading, a group of self-proclaimed “Karens” has emerged from the depths of suburbia, armed with their statistical prowess and signature haircuts.
Somewhere far above the planet, an unnamed adversary (or possibly a very angry solar flare with a sense of humor) popped off an EMP that politely but firmly unplugged every satellite we’d been leaning on since the late 20th century. GPS—born in the 1970s as a military system and later handed to civilians like candy—vanished in a blink. Along with it went the internet, streaming music, weather apps, and that calm, robotic voice that had spent decades telling Americans when to turn left.
With everything going on in the world, with all the wars, international conflicts, and high-stakes political maneuvers, I’m sure you’re all anxious to hear about what’s going on with the problem of legalized raccoon ownership in Tennessee.
Today’s extinction event probably doesn’t arrive in a missile silo. It arrives in a mislabeled vial, a shipping manifest error, a warehouse with 1,000 genetically modified mice, or a “harmless research sample” that accidentally skipped customs paperwork.
Now let’s be clear about something. Veterans arguing about foreign policy is not the problem. In fact, it’s healthy. People who have worn the uniform should absolutely debate how American power is used. The military has always produced strong opinions—usually accompanied by horrible coffee and worse briefing slides. But what used to separate professional disagreement from internet drama was something the officer corps once valued deeply: discipline.
God love him, the plumber did not look happy. Namely, because our house is 100 years old. Meaning, five generations of people have been bathing in this house. The drain pipes have been whisking away one century’s worth of funk water.
For many Americans, the story is simple. Saddam Hussein gassed the Kurds in the 1980s—most infamously at Halabja. They suffered horribly. When the United States eventually removed Saddam from power in 2003, the Kurds were portrayed as natural allies: brave fighters, pro-Western, reliable partners in a messy region.
Growing older—and even retiring—isn’t the end of purpose but a new season where God continues to give joy, wisdom, and plenty of reasons to laugh.
I receive a lot of mail in the form of emails, letters, private messages, texts, Morse code, etc. It is impossible to answer all these messages, so I compiled some commonly asked questions
The way to save this country is to eat together. We don’t eat together anymore. We don’t eat supper at the same table. When did that stop?
If NATO ever needs a real-world case study in territorial conflict, dominance hierarchies, and cold-weather logistics, they can skip the war colleges and simply hang a bird feeder in northeastern Michigan. Within hours, it becomes a contested supply hub. Within days, a full-blown squirrel conflict emerges—predictable, ruthless, and strangely educational.
What does one do with useful grifters who’ve lost their utility? The Democrats frankenize them. It’s like ostracizing without the pomp and ceremony.
That was 1967. Vietnam was raging. Cadets were not being groomed for cable news panels or Senate confirmation hearings. They were being prepared for jungles, rice paddies, ambushes, and body counts. Humor, especially gallows humor, wasn’t a problem to be solved—it was a survival mechanism. The name “Fighting Cocks” wasn’t vulgar to them; it was irreverent, aggressive, and just juvenile enough to signal that these were young men who understood they were not being trained for polite society. They were being trained for war.
Mike Misses Valentines Day Dinner and his attempt to talk his way out of it by pleading to a “lesser included offense,” somehow backfires.
Remember how people used to say that a lack of information was responsible for people doing or saying some not bright things? Remember how our good friends on the left have been claiming that it was only stupid and ignorant people who voted for Donald Trump? Paula on Bluesky told me that President Trump “was …
In the summer of 2099, researchers developed a new groundbreaking drug. When ingested this new medication impaired one’s ability to judge others.