Stupidity amazes me. I can stare dumbfounded, slack-jawed and wide-eyed at it for hours. It has the same hypnotic effect on my brain as a good magic trick or optical illusion. You know you should know better than to believe it, but there it is right beforeĀ your eyes. Socialists are stupid. Can there be…
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Islam to Christianity: “I Will See Your Nut-Case and Raise You 100,000”
The kinder, gentler Christians all berate “pastor” Terry Jones for misrepresenting Christian charity with his hateful act of burning the Quran or Koran or whatever they call that “holy” book that stimulates so much hatred in so many around the world. Other Christians feel that using the thing for kindling in the coming winter may…
Seven Steps to Becoming A One-Income Family (With Apologies to Autumn Giusti and Fox News)
I was perusing the news on the Internet this morning when I saw this headline: Seven Steps to Becoming a One-Income Family. I immediately understood the intended gist of the article. It was meant to help couples figure out how to trim expenses and whatnot in order to get their budget to a one-income accommodation…
The Man Who Would Be King: Lessons From The LeBron-a-Thon
You can breathe again, America. Your King, LeBron James, has finally revealed where he will hold court. He is abdicating his Cleveland throne and accepting the position of cup-bearer to Duane Wade, the Sultan of South Beach. If you, like me, tuned into ESPN’s ridiculous broadcast dubbed “The Decision,” then undoubtedly, you can see, like…
McDonald’s, McChrystal, And Miscellaneous Mish-Mash
I haven’t ranted in awhile… What exactly constitutes news? The local Fox channel lead their nine o’clock news last night with some inane story about a guy who looks like a character from Deliverance complaining that a McDonald’s talking toy taught his kid a cuss word. His little boy said some four-letter word and the…
My Double Dad Blessing: A Father’s Day Card
When it comes to dads, I have been doubly blessed. First, there is the Dad I had but never appreciated until it was too late. I wish I could wish him a happy Father’s Day as a son truly grateful for the man he is, rather than as a numb skull kid who had not…
Nobody Knows Nothin’
I remember when I was a boy and hung on every word my Dad said as though it were an edict from God Himself. If Dad said it worked this way, then that’s how it worked. If he said something really meant something else, then I knew that I knew the real meaning of whatever…