Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
There is hope for women’s sports—at last. The IOC just announced a new policy that excludes transgender men (biological males) from the female category at the Olympic Games.
The Transportation Security Administration was born in the immediate aftermath of the September 11 attacks—a moment of national trauma where speed mattered more than strategy, and action mattered more than accuracy. That’s understandable. What’s not understandable is why we’re still running the same playbook a quarter century later like nothing has changed.
That rascally rodent, Punxsutawney Phil projected six more weeks of winter, something which should have expired on Monday, but Tuesday sure was cold as well. We know that the groundhog’s projections are scientific, because the Weather Channel sends very scientifically-minded Meteorologist Jen Carfagno to cover it. Alas! Not only did we not get an early …
The Founders built a system based on an assumption that now sounds almost quaint: government power would be limited by reality. Communication was slow. Information was scarce. The federal government had trouble collecting taxes, let alone tracking the daily movements of its citizens. If the government wanted to watch someone in 1790, it needed a horse, a spy, and probably a tavern receipt.
There was a time in America when you could punch your Army captain, skip town, grow a beard, head west, and become “Samuel Whitaker, cattleman and church deacon.” Today? You can’t change your Instagram handle without a two-factor authentication code, three archived screenshots, and your ex forwarding it to your employer.
There has already been at least one geopolitically connected incident reported in Austin, Texas. That doesn’t mean anything is about to happen in your town, and it doesn’t mean you should change your daily routine. What it does mean is that uncertain times are a good moment to make sure your equipment is working the way it should. Calm preparation beats last-minute scrambling every time.
We are squandering our country’s wealth to accommodate 10-15 million unskilled, unvetted, third-world intruders who were invited to surge America’s open borders by Joe Biden and his duplicitous Democrat underlings.
George Orwell didn’t imagine tyranny arriving with solar panels and fiber optic cable. He imagined telescreens and ration cards. But swap telescreens for smart meters and ration cards for CBDCs, and suddenly 1984 doesn’t look retro — it looks beta-tested.
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.
Retirement is not the end of the fight. It’s the change of terrain. Most men in modern America are stalked by two relentless beasts: long-term income and healthcare. Miss either one and your freedom is conditional. You are one layoff, one market crash, or one diagnosis away from panic. That’s not pessimism. That’s math. A military retiree is different.
The Secret to Life is the Ability to Adapt to Change. I’ve been facing that challenge for the past few months. I’m voluntarily giving up an appendage and a mindset that has been part of me everyday, all day for 60+ years: I’ve stopped carrying a concealed firearm. I’ve carried, or had close at …
A high school & middle school mob, sent out into the streets by their teachers and school administrators, recently beat up a mother walking her dog who merely asked “what is going on?” Police stood by and watched.
SMR stands for Small Modular Reactor. The concept is simple: instead of building massive, one-off nuclear cathedrals that take fifteen years, billions of dollars, and three generations of lawyers, you build smaller reactors that are standardized, factory-produced, shipped in modules, and deployed where power is actually needed. They’re designed to be safer, faster to build, easier to scale, and—most importantly—repeatable.
If you get 50% on a test, you fail. In marriage, 50% also equals failure, and not just the failure of one, but the failure of both partners, and then the failure of the marriage itself.
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.
Bow manufacturers and outfitters have turned “performance” into a marketing shell game. The base bow looks sleek, the cam’s whisper-smooth, the limbs are “super laminated,” but when you peel back all that fancy talk, you’re paying for design mystique and markup — not just a tool that shoots arrows.
Savannah. The sun is not up. The city is dark and foggy. I am the first one awake in my hotel. I am always the first one awake. I don’t know why. As a kid, I could sleep until Carson came on. Now I get up before the rooster clears his throat.
What is the main opposition to requiring or teaching Western Civilization survey courses? Why is teaching the considerable and important political and social contributions Western civilization has made to the world a bad thing?
For decades, political science was the academic punchline—the major you picked when calculus broke you, engineering filtered you out, and chemistry made you cry. Everyone knew the line: If you can’t do anything else, go poli-sci. Parents nodded approvingly because “college is good for you,” administrators cashed tuition checks, and students emerged four years later fluent in theory, jargon, and grievance—but functionally incapable of building, fixing, or running anything in the real world. What no one admitted at the time was that political science didn’t just produce underemployed graduates; it quietly trained a generation in how to dismantle systems they never understood and could never rebuild.
Cancel culture seeks justice through exclusion, but the gospel calls Christians to a better way.