Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
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.”
Zach Bryan’s “Small Town Smokeshow” is not just a lament over a girl he lost. It’s a tragic psychological portrait of a young woman being slowly erased by the culture that praises her.
Fellow Americans, we stand at the precipice of moral and spiritual decay, a fate worse than any foreign tyrant or invading army.
This series is about the Birth Control Pill and its lasting effect on societies. Today: 3: 1990s to Today – The Destruction of Family and Society
The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm is a Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization. Today, Part 3: The Day America Accidentally Got Smart Again
I’ve no interest in uber-intrusiveness. But I do have a strong interest in preserving civilization — and in restoring it in the first place.
A middle-aged guy sat at the piano. The middle-aged guy plays by ear. He can’t read music because as a kid he was too obsessed with girls to practice “Hot Cross Buns” under the weight of Mrs. Downing’s glaringly sinister eyes.