Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I come from a long line of porch sitters. This is why I am always on my porch. In my neighborhood, I am affectionately known as “that weirdo freak who’s always on his porch.” This is usually said in a positive way.
The fish on the label looked like one I once tried to catch on the Two-Hearted River. I never caught it. I wrote about not catching it. They gave me a Pulitzer for that. Now it’s on a can. Fitting.
Waffle House. My waitress has a bunch of tattoos. The women customers in the booth behind mine are talking about it in voices loud enough to alter the migratory patterns of waterfowl.
I’ve been writing professionally for upwards of a decade. And suddenly, I don’t know why I’m doing it. What’s wrong with me?
For decades, Americans have been told to change their oil every 3,000 to 5,000 miles. It’s been drilled into us by quick-lube shops, service stations, and manufacturers.
A vociferous minority of foreign students, in cahoots with thousands of narcissistic and oblivious American students, continue to disrupt life on college campuses. We need to throw the bums out.
Let’s get one thing straight: Socks and Crocs aren’t a fashion mistake. They’re a freedom statement. And if that makes you uncomfortable, you might be part of the problem.
Take a stroll through any American city, and you’ll find him: the modern urban male. Dressed in soft fabrics, sipping plant-based lattes, paralyzed by indecision, terrified of offending anyone, and spiritually neutered.
When people imagine Hell, they often picture fire, demons, and eternal torment—but much of this imagery doesn’t come from the Bible. Instead, it comes from Dante Alighieri’s, “Inferno.”
The modern obsession with happiness—comfort, entertainment, ease—is not only misguided, it’s harmful. It’s a form of “infantile hedonism”: a worldview more suitable for children than for adults who wish to live meaningful lives.
As a boy, I’d awake to find my mother already in the living room, snuggled beneath a lamp, where she’d been reading for hours. The cat in her lap would just stare at me with moral disapproval.
Carlo M. Cipolla (1922–2000) was an Italian economic historian known for his insightful and often humorous takes on human behavior. While he wrote extensively on economic development and technological history, his most famous work is The Basic Laws of Human Stupidity (1976).
I have been doing a lot of walking. More walking than I’ve ever done in my life. More walking than I thought possible.
I awoke early and went for a walk with my dog. The sun wasn’t up, I let my eyes adjust to the darkness of Birmingham.
People from small towns almost never tell you the name of their town first. They always start with the nearest big city and work their way inward.
This series is about the Birth Control Pill and its lasting effect on societies. Today: 3: 1990s to Today – The Destruction of Family and Society
The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm, A Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization;
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I learned that as an employer at the photography studio. I had a couple of great employees, but honestly, even back in the 1990s, most workers just weren’t worth their salt.
The Washington Post published an article on neighborhood gentrification on Sunday, and a lot of readers, to judge by the comments, saw it as completely racist. Perhaps, just perhaps, not everything is about race. The house color that tells you when a neighborhood is gentrifying A Washington Post color analysis of D.C. found shades of …
I’ve no interest in uber-intrusiveness. But I do have a strong interest in preserving civilization — and in restoring it in the first place.