Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
Can a 5-year-old with sharpened teeth tell the story of grown men? If you give him a talented author and illustrator, 30 pages and 60 words, why, yes. Yes, he can. David Shannon wrote “No, David!” nearly three decades ago. He based it on a book he made and illustrated as a child. The only words in it were “no” and “David.” Who can’t relate?
Purging the armed forces of the Obamaites must continue till all these weeds are pulled out.
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.
Americans must not let a young black surgeon operate on him/herself. It isn’t racism on the part of the patient that guides such a decision. It is racism on the part of colleges, medical schools, residency programs, et al which places way too many black Americans in classrooms & training programs where they don’t belong.
What the heck is going on? Why aren’t people dating, or getting married? What’s to blame? I can’t answer that, I’m too busy scrolling my phone right now.
You girls and women who’ve lost sporting opportunities to MUSS (made-up sexual status, aka “transgender”) boys/men can know whom to thank for it: your feminist grandmothers—and their simping male allies.
The OnlyFans phenomenon isn’t a story about her success — it’s a postmortem on modern manhood. When a society destroys real community, mocks purpose, and replaces relationships with screens, people will rent connection wherever they can find it.
America used to build things — bridges, railroads, skyscrapers, ships, engines, rockets that broke gravity’s neck. Now we build strip malls that collapse after 12 winters and school systems that produce seniors who can’t measure a 2×4 without crying.
Back before Gore-Tex, Thinsulate, and whatever synthetic miracle-fiber the tactical catalogs are pushing this year, real hunters marched into the November woods wrapped in wool—heavy, scratchy, bulletproof-to-the-cold wool.
Certainly, all people deal with times of loneliness, but men are disproportionately affected and probably always have been, but like so many other things in a man’s life, this emotional struggle has just been ignored.