Worshipping Golden Calves
In the Old Testament, before Moses could come down from his meeting with God on Mount Sinai, the Israelites returned to idol worship. We know better than that today! Or do we?
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In the Old Testament, before Moses could come down from his meeting with God on Mount Sinai, the Israelites returned to idol worship. We know better than that today! Or do we?
My manicurist, Monica, told me she could spot Seattleites the minute she saw them. “They give off a vibe,” she said. She was seeing more & more Seattleites since a strange, expensive “campground” opened up nearby.
My darling bride — of 46 years, 4 months, and 13 days — and I recently returned from our two week vacation in Greece, and we saw many amazing and beautiful places.
Our little white van rolls into the Walmart Supercenter in Raleigh, North Carolina. My wife and I step out and stretch our muscles in the parking lot.
“Sandwiches?” my wife says.
“Yep,” I reply.
We love to brag that the Constitution keeps us free from a national religion. But America does have a religion. And many in this country practice it. It’s not Christianity, Judaism, Islam, or Buddhism. It’s Satanism.
Forget iPads, TikTok, and whatever overpriced “educational STEM toy” parents are guilt-tripped into buying today. For three generations of American kids, nothing screamed freedom, danger, and backyard glory like the Daisy Red Ryder BB gun.
I joined social media in my thirties. Back then, social media was still a new, exciting frontier. Sort of like outer space except no zero-gravity toilets.
My wife and I are eating at a Chinese restaurant. We’ve been driving for hours through South Carolina. We pulled over to refuel and address pressing bladder issues. And we found this place.
Rational people want rational explanations for everything. The worst mass murder event in the United States was on October 1, 2017, as 64-year-old Stephen Paddock opened fire on a music festival crowd from the Mandalay Hotel, killing 60 people and wounding 413 others. Coupled with the ensuing panic, a total of 867 people were injured. …
First, there was Sodom and Gomorrah, where God rained down fire and brimstone. Fast forward a few millennia, and apparently, the Almighty has updated His judgment toolkit: mud bogs, flash floods, dust storms, and 50-mph winds.
The award came with a certificate and two presidential-type emblems, one that could be sewed on to a dungaree jacket that was popular at the time and the other, a sticker. It was quite the booty for a Catholic grade school kid who yearly passed the Presidential Physical Fitness test a half century ago.
It was the third time my flight had been delayed on the same day. I was alone. I had been trapped inside the Fayetteville airport since the dawn of the Industrial Revolution.
As I go about my business around town and to various parts of the state and the country, everything looks so very different from the America I knew as a kid and young adult.
Today’s post is certainly light-hearted on the surface, but keep reading. There are deeper truths to be found–yes, even in our pets.
Lake Martin shimmers beneath a heavy midday sun. I am sitting on a dock. There are distant sounds of splashing. Kids laughing. All the children are swimming. All their respective adults are sitting ashore, dry. As adults often are. There is nothing like July on the lake.
In the age of convenience and waste, it’s easy to overlook the hidden treasures in our kitchens. Bacon grease, a simple byproduct of cooking bacon, was once revered by our ancestors for its versatility and value.
We’re living in an age where statements once considered common sense are now controversial. To say that men and women are biologically distinct, or that children shouldn’t be exposed to sexually charged material, or that free speech applies to everyone — these used to be unifying ideas. Today, they’re met with outrage, cancellation, or accusations of hate. What changed?
The reason Federal agents cover their faces during raids and arrests is don’t want to be “outed” and doxed by gang members and criminal aliens who, seeking retribution, might wish to attack them and their families.
My dogs sleep all day. It’s just what they do. Except when they’re busy chewing up my 48th pair of reading glasses. They sleep, sleep, sleep. And amazingly, after a full day of sleeping, they don’t feel guilty about it. Not even a little.
The Dogs of War Trophy is one of the most coveted team awards in American marksmanship, awarded to the top squad in the National Trophy Team Match held annually at Camp Perry, Ohio.