The Fine Art of Flying
It’s a mess, that’s what it is. When you land in Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Third World International Airport, you’re walking into a battle zone.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
It’s a mess, that’s what it is. When you land in Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Third World International Airport, you’re walking into a battle zone.
I miss glass bottles. I come from a generation of glass. And therein lies a fundamental difference between my generation and the current one.
Somewhere along the way, the United States of America—the land of the free and home of the brave—became a glorified babysitting service run by bureaucrats who think we’re too stupid to make our own decisions.
Who reading this can recall when the Super Bowl was played in mid-January? How many can remember when the NFL’s championship game was called just that: The NFL Championship game?
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.
Suicide is a dirty word. Try using it in mixed company. Try using “suicide” at a dinner party. You wouldn’t. Because suicide is not something people talk about.
The greatest sea change in America occurred from 1944 and 1964 – the birth years of the baby-boomers.
Do we live in a world gone mad or are we witnesses to a majestically orchestrated plan? It is easy to see the world-gone-mad part; but the followers of Jesus have the information to watch the divinely orchestrated plan coming to fruition
Let us talk about some pleasant things like Jim Gaffigan, a rare mainstream comic these days who makes me laugh.
In my younger days, I couldn’t imagine living in the year 2025. It sounded so futuristic. Still does. But here we all are…and still without the flying cars that Popular Mechanics promised were just around the corner back in 1969.
The casket was rolled in. The piano played funeral hymns. And there I was, behind a pulpit, poised before a congregation that was standing-room only.
Things in America have changed since I was a boy. We were feral children during Christmas breaks. We were dangerous. We lived without helmets. We had BB guns. We ate saturated fat. And we were never, ever inside.
Do you make New Year’s Resolutions? Do you keep them? If you do, you’re in the minority. But God keeps all of His resolutions. You can count on it!
Let’s face it: Christmas as we know it is a pagan festival dressed up in Christian clothes, with some glittery tinsel for good measure.
In 1938, Orson Welles turned a quiet evening into chaos with his War of the Worlds radio broadcast. People thought Martians had landed because a trusted voice told them so, and there wasn’t exactly a fact-check hotline back then.
A jury found Daniel Penny innocent of Alvin Bragg’s ridiculous charges related to subduing a homeless man who threatened passengers in a subway car. The exoneration demolished a media narrative that Penny was a white supremacist stalking black men.
The good old days—when guitars wailed, lyrics slapped, and bands like Metallica shredded their way into our souls. Back then, music was a primal scream, a rebellious anthem, and a masterclass in not caring what your parents thought.
In the chaotic animal kingdom of human society, Dave Grossman’s metaphor of wolves, sheep, and sheepdogs is as relevant as ever—especially if you’ve spent five minutes watching the news. Wolves choose evil, sheepdogs could absolutely unleash evil but don’t (thanks, Jesus), and the sheep? Well, they’re busy following whatever TikTok trend or cable news talking …
In an era where motivation seems to come from fleeting social media trends and shallow celebrity culture, today’s youth desperately need the timeless inspiration of Shakespeare’s Saint Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V.