I was in Bible college the week before 9/11.
Testimony service. Folding chairs. Fluorescent lights. Mandatory attendance.
Everyone expected the usual: clean stories, safe sins, spiritual résumés.
Then a tattooed giant walked to the front with his wife.
Former heroin addict. Former bouncer.
She’d worked the streets. Met him through her pimp.
Both of them gripping Bibles like flotation devices.
They sang. Badly.
Then he preached for five minutes.
No polish. No structure. No seminary cadence.
The hermeneutics professor winced.
The English teacher checked the clock.
But the altar filled.
Heaven moved while the educated missed it.
That moment never left me.
Because it exposed something most Christians don’t want to admit:
God does His best work in people who are still a mess.
That’s why Jelly Roll scares the industry.
Pills. Prison. Years burned down.
Then he grabbed the Grammy mic and said the one name you’re not supposed to say out loud if you want to keep a career.
“I love you, Lord.”
The crowd cheered.
The suits froze.
They always do.
Because God isn’t finished with him yet.
And unfinished people are dangerous.
Moses wasn’t Moses overnight.
He saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew. Rage took over.
Looked left. Looked right. No witnesses.
So he killed him.
Buried the body in the sand.
Forty years later he’s still running when the bush burns. Still seeing blood on his hands.
“Who am I?” he asks.
God sends him anyway.
Not from murderer to hero.
From murderer to man still being worked on.
Paul didn’t become Paul overnight either.
Stephen preached. Rocks flew. Skulls cracked.
Coats piled at Saul’s feet while he approved.
Years later, after writing half your New Testament, he’s still begging God about a thorn.
God doesn’t say, “You’re finished.”
He says, “My grace is sufficient.”
Your Bible reeks of in-progress redemption.
Exodus doesn’t hide the murder.
Acts doesn’t hide the coats.
KJV. No polish. No PR team.
That tattooed couple went home after chapel.
Monday came. Cravings stayed. Memories stayed.
God stayed.
Jelly Roll will wake up tomorrow with the same demons and the same industry pressure to shut up.
God will still be working.
You’re not disqualified.
You’re under construction.
Same clay. Same Potter. Same wheel.
Build anyway. Fall anyway. Get up anyway.
Jacob Rodriguez forced 11 defensive turnovers this season.
If the Heisman trophy award was the best PLAYER in CFB he should be there.
The Heisman trophy has turned into the best QB of title contenders.
The IEA’s “historic oil glut” narrative is collapsing in real time.
US production, the foundation of their entire forecast, has now been quietly revised downward.
And not by a small amount.
This is the largest US supply revision in the IEA’s entire history.
660,000 kbpd just for the month of September
The reason:
- US shale, the only global source of meaningful growth for 15 years, is peaking.
- Tier 1 acreage is drilled out
- Gas-to-oil ratios are exploding
- Water cuts are rising across every major basin
- Decline rates are accelerating as sweet spots exhaust
Shale’s boom phase gave the world a decade of easy barrels, masking the fact that the rest of the world wasn’t investing.
Its bust phase will do the opposite... leave a supply hole the world cannot fill in the short term.
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Been off X for the past week, still recovering but the wife and I and the dogs will all be okay. Scary head on collision last Thursday with a drunk driver (3rd DWI arrest). Hold your loved ones tight and drive large trucks with grille guards
Bears don’t want to talk about US shale
inventory exhaustion. They ignore Saudi oil field’s decline and rising OSPs. They’d rather not mention OPEC’s true capacity. They hate the fact that we’ll need another Stabroek every year to meet emerging market’s coming demand wave. In 5 years, the world is going to have a MAJOR problem.
Ok Lance Armstrong just broke his lifetime cycling ban.
Sort of.
George Hincapie launched a new pro team this week.
The Wedu logo is prominently displayed on the kit.
Same company Armstrong co-founded. Same money. Different name on the license.
Cycling Twitter is melting down.
“How dare he come back.” “Once a doper, always banned.” “Armstrong is using Hincapie as a front.”
Maybe they’re right about the money trail.
But they’re wrong about George.
I’ve interviewed dozens from that generation on my podcast. Tyler Hamilton. Christian Vande Velde. George himself.
Everyone forgets these weren’t criminal masterminds.
They were 23-year-old kids handed syringes by team doctors.
“It’s vitamins,” the doctors said. “Everyone does it,” the managers whispered. “You want to make the team, right?”
The system was designed to corrupt them.
Yet when USADA came calling, only the riders paid the price.
Team doctors? Still working in professional sports.
Managers who created the culture? Running new teams.
Lawyers who enabled the cover-up? Still practicing law.
The riders who actually took the drugs? Exiled for life.
George Hincapie was Armstrong’s most loyal domestique for 7 Tours. He followed orders. He made terrible choices.
He also sacrificed his own career chances for 7 years to make someone else successful.
That’s not the profile of a selfish cheater. That’s someone who understood loyalty - even when it destroyed him.
Now he’s 51. Been out of cycling for over a decade. Lost his prime earning years. Reputation in ruins.
And he still wants to give back to the sport that cast him out.
Creating opportunities for young American riders. Building the pipeline we desperately need. Using his own money and connections to grow cycling.
We’re telling him he’s not welcome.
The same cycling community that celebrates comeback stories from crashes, illness, and addiction draws the line at someone who made mistakes as a young athlete.
That’s not justice. That’s permanent punishment for temporary failures.
George knows what happens when winning becomes everything. When pressure overrides principles. When team culture goes toxic.
Maybe that’s exactly what the next generation needs - someone who’s lived through the consequences and learned from them.
Armstrong may be funding this. Fine. Judge that separately.
But George Hincapie deserves a chance to rebuild - not just his reputation, but American cycling itself.
The sport that destroyed him doesn’t deserve his loyalty.
But he’s offering it anyway.
That tells you everything about his character.
Welcome back, George.
If this insane spending bill passes, the America Party will be formed the next day.
Our country needs an alternative to the Democrat-Republican uniparty so that the people actually have a VOICE.