Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
It has been said, if you’re a bad person in this lifetime; if you treat your fellow man poorly; if you live by the code of violence; if you are cruel to elders and children and UPS men; when you die you will wake up in economy class, riding in the middle seat.
The way to save this country is to eat together. We don’t eat together anymore. We don’t eat supper at the same table. When did that stop?
Today, Sean of the South lampoons comments found on the internet regarding some of the most impactful works of art, literature and other cultural entertainment
A snowstorm highlights how modern society’s comfort and overprotection contrast sharply with the more self‑reliant past.
I was at a barbecue. There were lots of people around, eating, and at some point one of my cousin’s kids rode their Schwinns into the yard. One boy leapt off his bike and sidled up to me. “It’s so quiet out here,” the boy remarked in stupefied wonder.
For centuries Christians have fought to defend the Bible from skeptics, critics, and cultural drift. But very few have noticed the far more subtle intruder that reshaped their theology from the inside out. It wasn’t a philosopher or a heretic. It wasn’t Darwin, Nietzsche, or any modern movement. It was a poet.
Henry David Thoreau refused to fund a government waging an unjust war, refused to bend to the mob, and spent a night in jail for it. That night, he birthed one of the most important political essays ever written: Civil Disobedience.
The patrons are mostly young. It’s a bar. So people are happy. They’re doing what happy people from their generation do. They take selfies for no apparent reason. They snap photos of their food when it arrives. They rapidly thumb away on their screens, largely ignoring the people in their party.
Humans are obsessed with time. We measure it, slice it, monetize it, panic over it—and then act shocked when it doesn’t behave.
Many in the press have enjoyed taking pot shots at President Donald Trump for his recent recommendation that the banking community make 50 year mortgages available to prospective homeowners.
In most cases, the difficulty with social intercourse is due to either a misunderstanding due to definitions, foreign language translations or unfamiliarity of certain terms.
I got to thinking about the ever-growing list of things you can’t do anymore. And I’m not talking about the big things, such as smoking unfiltered Camels in the maternity-ward waiting room. Actually, it’s not a “maternity ward” anymore. It’s the “labor and delivery unit.” “Maternity ward” is a sexist term implying that only women have babies.
It was a social experiment. Nothing more. We were in an elevator. Me and Bill. Bill is an academic researcher, dealing in human behavior. Also rats. He knows a lot about rats. Whereas I am a redhead.
Wake up. Get dressed. Remove phone from nightstand charger, put phone in pocket. Your phone dings. The phone is already notifying you about your highly sophisticated security cameras, which have just picked up movement by the neighborhood cats.
It was only an experiment. I wanted to see if I could change America in only one day by being the nicest person on earth for 24 hours.
I woke up looking for God. I always look for Him in the mornings. Sometimes, however, He’s hard to find. Sometimes He hides.
When I was a young, men could not go in the girls’ locker room unless they were a janitor and all the girls had gone home from school. Now it is a right.
The angels all got together. The chairman angel banged his gavel on the bench. The community center gymnasium was noisy with angel voices. There must have been billions of them.
As I go about my business around town and to various parts of the state and the country, everything looks so very different from the America I knew as a kid and young adult.
If we’re going to ban harmful words, there’s one word that stands above all others in its capacity to divide, oppress, and mislead: the word “race.”