Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm, A Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization;
Part 2: Welcome to Galtlantis—Where Smart People Hide From the Apocalypse
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.
Today, I am Grand Marshal of the Dothan Mardi Gras parade. Truthfully, I don’t know what a grand marshal’s official duties entail, but apparently you are required to hold beer wherever you go.
Economists are warning that Portland is headed towards what they call an “urban doom loop.” This happens when businesses close, people move out of a city, and in turn, tax revenue goes down, which causes a decrease in programs that spark economic activity, causing more businesses to keep closing.
The math teacher and I went for a five-hour walk through town while wearing huge backpacks and yet we are not Marines. We are just middle-aged married people.
Do you look forward to Valentine’s Day, or do you try to ignore that it exists? There’s plenty of love out there for everybody.
The United States and Australia are both proud, independent nations that love their barbecues, wide-open spaces, and dangerous wildlife (alligators vs. crocodiles and literally everything else in Australia).
Is anyone really surprised that the leftists who screamed the loudest complaining about conservatives calling them ‘groomers’ have a child porn problem? Thanks to Stacey Matthews, who has been writing as Sister Toldjah for twenty years now — she ‘outed’ herself from her anonymity when a stalker ferreted out her identification and was getting ready …
My granddaddy said you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat a dog. Someone who treats a dog badly, is a bad person. A person who treats a dog with regard and deference is a good egg.
I remember the day we got married. I was a bundle of nerves. I didn’t know what to do with myself. So I just drove around town in my car.
For people who have lived most of their lives in urban areas, South Dakota, northern Wyoming, and eastern Montana (the parts with which I’m familiar) would seem like completely foreign countries
I ran to the Christmas tree like a squirrel on illegal stimulants. Our tree was pitiful. Charlie Brown had nothing on us.
The difference is simple: a wooden-stocked rifle has a soul. It’s a rifle in the truest sense of the word—a tool, yes, but also a companion, a legacy, and a reminder of what matters. A rifle without wood? It’s just another tool in your toolbox
Well, wasn’t THAT something? Last Friday’s bout was like watching an exasperated grandfather chase his bratty grandson around the living room.
During the 2024 presidential campaign, Donald Trump promised to reign in the transgender zealots who, for the past four years, have managed to contaminate once-rational minds
My site reported, on October 28th, about the efforts of collegiate officials to stop female athletes from complaining about male members on their teams or having to compete against males who claim to be female on other teams. Well, no, complains the Athletic Director of the University of Nevada at Reno, that’s not what happened …
Anyone thinking EVs are a long-term solution to environmental woes is setting themselves up for disappointment.
Galen & Lisa are hearing from their former neighbors who are living a nightmare. The neighbors believe their former home is now controlled by a Mexican Cartel.