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I remember before the game, things got very quiet. All 30-odd thousand people rose. The throngs of stadium chairs creaking sounded like the world was splitting.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
I remember before the game, things got very quiet. All 30-odd thousand people rose. The throngs of stadium chairs creaking sounded like the world was splitting.
Something stinketh on The Plain above the Hudson. It’s Cultural Marxist black mold. A lot of institutional drywall must be ripped out to find all the rot.
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.
Editor tells reporter that headquarters wanted stories about racist incidents, even minor ones. Even if we had to stretch the facts, if a white resident and a non-white resident had any kind of dispute, the reporter was to slant the article to make it sound like the white person was racist.
I’ve been a Superman fan since I was old enough to fill up a diaper. I used to attend school wearing Superman pajamas beneath my civilian clothes, posing as a mild-mannered first-grader. My mother made me stop this in college.
The Holy Grail has long been shrouded in mystery, often depicted as the sacred cup used by Jesus at the Last Supper or the vessel that caught his blood at the Crucifixion. However, alternative interpretations suggest the Grail is not a physical object but a symbol of esoteric knowledge—perhaps a guide to saving humanity or the Earth from catastrophe.
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.
Author Ruy Teixeira seems genuinely perplexed at the inability of the Democrats to engage with our social order problem. I respectfully suggest that Mr. Teixeira isn’t asking the right question. Why does America have a “social order” crisis to begin with?
We were sitting on a plane. Awaiting takeoff. I am convinced that if you live wrongly, if you treat your fellow man poorly, if you are selfish, if you are not a good person, you will die and wake up in Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport.
Dive deep into your brain and locate your mental elementary-school yearbook. Flip through the pages. Find that cute black-and-white photo of yourself with that gap-toothed smile and enormous ears.
I was always fascinated with Great Britain. How could a relatively small island nation achieve such an empire as it was? But the saying, “The sun never sets on the British Empire,” is no longer true. Not only has it set on the empire, but it is also setting on Britain itself.
Bobby and I played music before a theater of people at the Vista Retirement Community in Wyckoff, New Jersey. The Vista is a giant cruise ship on land, minus the lifeboats, slot machines, and go-go dancers.
Do you remember the names of William and Zachary Zulock? We covered the case of the two men males “married” to each other who adopted two young boys for the purposes of child rape and production of child pornography, not so much about their crimes, but on the notable lack of interest by the credentialed …
A former Hollywood big name thinks America is “Abby-Normal” right now. I beg to disagree.
Humanoid robots. Automated cars. Augmented reality smart-glasses. Smart dishwashers. Robotic surgeons. And what about the weird AI images all over my newsfeed? Where are these freaky AI pictures coming from?
I miss the newspaper. Before the internet. I’m talking physical newspapers. The kind you unfold. I miss the morning routine of it all. Walk to the end of the driveway, barefoot, pre-sunrise. Messy hair. Morning breath. Unsheath the newsprint from its plastic. Soy-based ink on your fingers. That low-grade, wood-pulpy newsprint smell. Also, I miss …
There was a time when being young meant making mistakes, learning from them, and moving on. But in the age of permanent digital footprints, youthful ignorance doesn’t fade—it follows you.
Many politicians don’t want a solution but a process they can profit off of. There is no money in a resolution for them. That is why the despise men like Elon Musk.
While we may no longer enjoy the luxury of true privacy in the digital age, young people can still take proactive steps to reduce their long-term exposure and reclaim some control over their online lives.
As Solomon once noted, “there is nothing new under the sun.” Still today, the heathen RAGE. In fact, they are raging more intensely than I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life, and it’s growing worse every day.