The foul stench of burning lithium batteries – thermal runaway – mingled with the rancid smell of decaying protein – rotting victims of spike protein injections – fills the air. The reek, still in my nostrils from yesterday’s walk, lays on my tongue as a putrid tasting film. The heavy odor of gases formed by…
Can you affirm the following? “We know that the entire creation is groaning together, and going through labor pains together, up until the present time.” – the Apostle Paul Have you heard the wind howling? Have you heard the endless pounding of the surf on the shore? Have you heard nature singing in a minor…
It was 8 o’clock. Carl was late and not moving. Idling black buses with grating on the windows and large “In Science We Trust” logos on the sides backed up the streets of Whatchit. Carl hoped he wasn’t too late. Carl finally saw the opening. He revved his bike, weaved between three buses and entered…
The result of a consistent and total substitution of lies for factual truth is not that the lie will now be accepted as truth, and truth be defamed as lie, but that the sense by which we take our bearings in the real world – and the category of truth versus falsehood is among the…
Here are four bumper sticker/tee shirt sayings that I am proposing to publicly counter the pandemic of authoritarianism: ACT LIKE FREE PEOPLE. SAY “NO” TO MANDATES. **** USE YOUR HEAD OR GOV’T MEDIA WILL USE IT. **** I AM AMERICAN. I DON’T DO MANDATES. **** “You’ve got to speak out against the madness” Madness? Back-to-school…
“Mom, you know what Zoltar said?” “Who’s Zoltar, Jimmy?” “He’s the guy in the machine at the arcade.” “You down there again? Didn’t I tell you and your friends to go play baseball. A little dirt and sweat is good for you.” “Aw, Mom, we’re just hanging out, we ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong.” “Maybe so,…
In everyone there is some willingness to merge with the anonymous crowd and to flow comfortably along with it down the river of pseudo-life. This is much more than a simple conflict between two identities. It is something far worse: it is a challenge to the very notion of identity itself. Václav Havel This past…
In his current state, it might take years for Vic to recover his right mind. He’s been flaying around and mumbling the whole time in the back seat of my car. His mind, no longer aware of surroundings, seemed to be in a state of virtual reality. And that is the reason for the all-night…
Empty the bottled witches’ brews – the potent eye-of-newt-baboon-blood admixture of COVID scientism and the wool-of-bat-tongue-of-dog-nihilism-cultured Marxism – down the toilet. Turn off the media cauldron . . . ~~~~~~ There. Now, pour yourself a tall cool glass of Simply Lemonade. Cut yourself a piece of apple pie. Kick back and enjoy some Americana. Reanimate…
As kids we preceded “Who Says So?” and “Who do you think you are?” with “Oh yeah!” “These questions weren’t posed to source a truth-bearing authority we would readily accept. Rather, they were a demand to know “Who thinks they can tell me what to do?” The hands-on-the-hips stance has been around since the Garden…
