Poetry

Living the Dream of the Neverlanding

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Most people spend their lives dreaming about freedom while signing another payment, another contract, another obligation. Then along comes Captain Steve and the Neverlanding—a homemade houseboat built from lumber, blue barrels, grit, and a stubborn refusal to accept that life must be lived according to someone else’s blueprint. Drifting across the Great Lakes with his dog and a floating front porch, Steve accidentally became a symbol of something modern society desperately misses: adventure, self-reliance, and the courage to untie the dock lines. The Neverlanding isn’t just a boat—it’s a reminder that sometimes the richest life isn’t found in what you own, but in what you’re willing to leave behind.

Democrats Can’t Run On Ideas, So They Disenfranchise Voters

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Democrats Can't Run On Ideas, So They Disenfranchise Voters

George and Steve explain how the Democrat governor of Virginia was able to market gerrymandering of the state’s eleven congressional districts in such a grotesque manner that only one will be a GOP district as a FAIRNESS ISSUE.

The Day the Fighting Cocks Died: How West Point Traded the Warrior Ethos for Political Safety

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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.

Loud Guitars, Sharp Broadheads: Why Ted Nugent Still Matters to Michigan Hunters

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There are rock stars… and then there are Michigan rock stars—the kind forged in cold air, hard miles, deer sign, and a stubborn refusal to apologize for loving the outdoors. Ted Nugent is that kind of animal.

My poem for PTSD Awareness Month…God bless our military!

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The Sentinel There exists a chamber in the garret where all the secrets dwell, slumbering beneath the dusty shrouds meant to conceal them for eternity. The passage, a narrow one, remains barricaded, padlocked and bolted, defended with the strength and stamina, the fervor and fortitude, the power and potency, the brawn and bravado of a …

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