NOTE TO RYAN
Ryan Reynolds just informed America that the 1980s were a “brutal, brutal time.” A “fucking mess.” Socio-political tensions everywhere. Fresh off the Cuban Missile Crisis. All we remember is “Top Gun” and cocaine.
Dude. Turn in your man card.
I was a young, single Air Force pilot in the 80s. Charleston AFB. C-141. First lieutenant turning captain. The Cold War was real and we were winning it. Reagan was in the White House.
The music was legendary. The cars were American and loud. And we partied.
The beaches were empty enough that a guy finishing a long trip could still find a parking spot and a cold beer.
I flew out of Charleston, hit the beaches, cranked Springsteen and Van Halen, and dated girls who didn’t need a 47-page consent form. We had call signs, shrimp & grits, great beer, and the quiet confidence that the country we served actually liked itself.
Reynolds grew up in Vancouver watching bootleg “Ghostbusters” tapes. That’s fine.
But lecturing Americans about the decade we actually lived in (while promoting a movie that leans hard into 80s cool) is peak Hollywood. I know. I used to live there.
He thinks we paved over trauma with puppy dogs and ice cream. We just remember being young, free, and flying. And freaking loving it!
The 80s weren’t trauma. They were a blast.
Top Gun was a documentary with better hair.
Your move, Deadpool. 🫡🇺🇸
Canadian asswipe.
Do not be afraid to sow without immediately seeing the fruits. The sowing belongs to you; the growth belongs to God. No gesture carried out in the name of Christ is useless.
[RG911Team] Thanks @silvano_trotta for showing everyone this reality of 9/11:
The design of the Twin Towers was so robust that the official explanation for their collapse defies the laws of physics.
Anne Hathaway is a leftist, woke, horrible choice for DAYS OF THUNDER NASCAR audience who are MAGA. The sexy older chick for Tom in this film needs to be Nicole. That’s the casting that would sell the idea. It’s interesting because when we made the first one there was also a rush to get it out; editors slept in the cutting room on shifts. This is a weird thing, like they want it to come out and tank.
Nixon told me who killed JFK.
Nixon called the Warren Commission “the biggest goddamn hoax in American history.”
“Lyndon and I both wanted to be President — the difference was, I wasn’t willing to kill for it,” the President muttered to me over martinis at his Saddle River home.
Nixon knew the CIA and the mob were both in on it. He even threatened to expose the role of the CIA in a taped conversation with CIA Director Richard Helms.
The wit, the warmth, the talent, this clip is all of Dolly Parton in two minutes.
On Carson in 1977, she joked about playing her song at "78 speed," then did exactly that, fingerpicking flawlessly and beaming. Nobody did it like her.
This is the most detailed MRI scan of an unborn baby.
At just 20 weeks, she is moving, turning her head, kicking, even standing. Her beating heart is also visible.
Human life is a miracle. 😊❤️🙏
And now... the rest of the story.
Every year, families across America gather around the television.
They watch a bald kid try to kick a football. A beagle dance on a dog house. Charlie Brown get a rock instead of candy.
They laugh.
They don't know they're watching a man's autobiography.
When Charles Schulz was a boy, the other children called him Sparky. The name of a horse in a comic strip. A joke horse.
He failed every single subject in eighth grade.
Not one or two.
Every. Single. Subject.
But the grades weren't the worst part.
Paul Harvey told this story, and his voice cracked on this line:
"Sparky wasn't actually disliked by the other youngsters. No one cared enough about him to dislike him."
He wasn't hated. He was nothing.
The one thing he had was his drawings. He submitted cartoons to the school yearbook.
Rejected.
He wrote to Walt Disney. Poured everything into the drawings.
The reply was a form letter. Disney only hired the very finest artists. Sparky was not among the very finest.
Harvey paused there. Then: "I think deep down, Sparky expected to be rejected."
This is where the motivational speakers lie to you.
The rest of the story isn't about winning.
Sparky didn't try to prove them wrong. He wrote his autobiography in cartoons.
He drew himself. The loser. The kid who failed everything.
He named him after himself.
Charlie Brown.
You know what Charlie Brown never does?
Win.
His kite crashes. Lucy pulls the football. The Little Red-Haired Girl doesn't notice him.
And sixty years later, we still watch.
Not because Charlie Brown succeeds.
Because Charlie Brown keeps showing up.
Here's the part even Paul Harvey didn't tell.
Schulz taught Sunday school. He read the Bible so constantly his strips are filled with scripture.
When network executives tried to cut Linus reciting Luke 2 from the Christmas special, Schulz refused.
Either the Gospel stays, or there's no special.
It stayed.
A boy called a horse.
A student who failed everything.
An artist Disney rejected.
Planted the Gospel of Luke in front of sixty million homes.
The loser became the messenger.
God has a history of using the rejected ones.
Moses had a stutter. David was the forgotten son. Peter denied Him three times.
The kite never flew.
But the Gospel did.
Still falling?
Good company, brother.
Get up.
He's not done with you yet.
In 1776, George Washington asked for a volunteer to report on British movements. 21 year old Nathan Hale volunteered, was captured and hung as a spy. His last words:
"I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."
American, remember who you are descended from.