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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.
The email came in this morning. “Sean,” the message began. “You are a social media attention whore….” Great way to start the day.
In a rush to prove the Margaret Thatcher axiom correct, California is about to make a push to show how quickly a state can burn through other people’s money.
My truck cab was filled with three barking dogs and one idiot. The dogs were in the backseat. The idiot was behind the wheel.
“Sit down!” the idiot kept saying.
I turn on Fox News for the same reason a man checks the weather before he goes outside: I want to know what’s coming, and I’d prefer not to be blindsided by it. Is the world on fire? Are we at war? Did Congress accidentally pass something useful? Did somebody somewhere do something so insane it requires a full segment and a therapist?
So if the Earth is flat, then Greenland is basically… what? A decorative corner of the map? The unused part of a board game? The place you accidentally fold over when you’re stuffing an atlas back into the glove box?
President Trump announced today that in the spirit of not only international relations, but also interstellar amity, he has given U.S. Secretary of State Marco Rubio, permission to accept the position of Interim Grand Nagus of the Ferengi Alliance.
I was a general’s aide-de-camp, which meant my actual job was not assisting, but intercepting stupidity before it reached flag rank. My boss lived in a world where things simply worked. Vehicles appeared complete. Schedules ran. Equipment existed. That didn’t happen by magic — it happened because several people quietly absorbed chaos so he never had to.
In light of all the negative headlines, civil unrest, and the international political upheavals, I know many of you are anxious to know what I did for National Kiss a Ginger Day. Or maybe you missed this particular holiday.
Well, we got him – Nicolás Maduro that is. Now what do we do with him? How do we deliver justice, with a system which is demonstrably unreliable at the business of “equal justice under law”?