A man said "I accept Jesus Christ" on his deathbed.
The church asked if he really meant it.
I need to ask you something.
When did we become the gatekeepers of grace?
I've watched Christians dissect Scott Adams' final words like prosecutors.
They parsed his phrases. They weighed his tone. They measured his faith against some invisible scale and found it wanting.
"That doesn't sound like surrender," they said. "That sounds like a man hedging his bets."
And I understand the instinct. I do.
But there's a verse that haunts me. Not because it's obscure—because it's too simple.
"Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
(Romans 10:13)
Whosoever.
Not "whosoever truly believes in their heart of hearts." Not "whosoever demonstrates sufficient sincerity." Not "whosoever calls early enough in life that we trust their
motives."
Whosoever.
The moment we add prerequisites to that promise, we've traded the Gospel for religion.
We've smuggled works back in through the side door labeled "authentic faith."
I know what some of you are thinking.
But he admitted he wasn't a believer.
He talked about "risk and reward."
He said he hoped he'd "qualify."
Yes. He did.
And those words make us uncomfortable. They don't sound like the confident declarations we want from converts. They sound uncertain. Calculating. Human.
But here's what I need you to hear:
The thief on the cross didn't have time to develop mature theology either.
He was a criminal. Hours from death. He looked at Jesus and said, "Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom."
That's it.
No profession of belief in the resurrection. No renunciation of his former life. No evidence of transformed character.
Just a desperate man, reaching for a hand he wasn't sure would take his.
And Jesus said, "Today you will be with me in paradise."
We have a problem, and it's not Scott Adams.
It's us.
We've internalized a law that God never gave us. A natural sense of fairness that says late arrivals should get less. That deathbed conversions are suspicious. That the math
should somehow work out—more faith, more years, more sacrifice equals more standing before God.
Jesus told a parable about this.
We skip over it because it offends us.
A landowner hired workers throughout the day. Some came at dawn. Some at noon. Some showed up with one hour left.
At the end, he paid them all the same.
The early workers were furious.
"These who were hired last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the work and the heat of the day."
(Matthew 20:12)
And the landowner replied:
"I am not being unfair to you, friend. Didn't you agree to work for a denarius? Don't I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because I am generous?"
There it is.
The scandal of grace is that it feels unfair.
A man who mocked God for sixty years gets the same inheritance as the saint who served since childhood. A skeptic who hedged his bets at the last breath stands in the same kingdom as the martyr who gave everything.
And something in us recoils.
That's not grace rejecting us.
That's us rejecting grace.
Let me tell you what I see when Christians interrogate a dead man's faith.
I see the older brother standing outside the party, refusing to go in.
The prodigal came home reeking of pig filth and poor decisions. The father ran to him. Threw a robe on his back. Killed the fattened calf.
And the older brother?
"Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!"
(Luke 15:29-30)
He couldn't celebrate the return because he was too busy auditing the journey.
Sound familiar?
Here's the truth we don't want to face:
We can't see hearts. We can only see words.
And the words Scott Adams spoke were: "I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior."
Were they perfect? No.
Were they confident? No.
Were they the words we would have scripted? No.
But they were the words.
And the God who receives those words is not checking for tone. He's not running sentiment analysis. He's not grading on a curve.
He's looking for open hands.
Paul wrote something that lands differently now:
"Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand."
(Romans 14:4)
Scott Adams was not our servant to judge. He answered to his own Master.
And the Lord is able—able—to make him stand.
That's not my promise. That's Scripture's promise.
The question is whether we'll submit to it.
I know why we do this.
I know why we parse and weigh and question.
Because if grace is really this free, then we didn't earn our place either.
If the deathbed convert gets in, then our decades of service weren't the price of admission. They were the privilege of knowing Him longer.
And that reframes everything.
It means the faith we've built isn't a resume. It's a relationship.
It means our years weren't buying something. They were receiving something.
It means we were never the workers earning a wage.
We were always the prodigals coming home.
So did Scott Adams get saved?
I don't know.
But I know what the Scripture says.
Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.
I know what Jesus promised the thief who had nothing to offer but a desperate plea.
I know what the father did when his son came crawling home with a rehearsed speech that never even got finished.
And I know what the landowner said to the workers who were angry that grace didn't do math the way they wanted.
"Are you envious because I am generous?"
The gate is narrow, but it's not locked.
The standard is high, but it's not ours to enforce.
The Judge is holy, but He is also the one who ran to meet the prodigal while he was still a long way off.
Stop auditing the dead.
Start marveling at the grace that let you in.
"Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Whosoever.
Even him.
Even you.
What saith the Scriptures?
That's the only question that matters.
Scott Adams was one of the most interesting, thoughtful, and unique thinkers in the country today. He was his own man, which is a rare thing. He also died well — something even rarer still. He faced his death with clarity, courage, and honesty. That was his final service to the world, and perhaps his most important. Rest in peace, Scott. You will be missed.
Today for the first time in a long time I was back on campus for Change My Mind.
And something really cool happened. This really is what it’s all about.
I'm seeing quite a bit of comment about this, so I want to make a couple of points.
I'm not owed eternal agreement from any actor who once played a character I created. The idea is as ludicrous as me checking with the boss I had when I was twenty-one for what opinions I should hold these days.
Emma Watson and her co-stars have every right to embrace gender identity ideology. Such beliefs are legally protected, and I wouldn't want to see any of them threatened with loss of work, or violence, or death, because of them.
However, Emma and Dan in particular have both made it clear over the last few years that they think our former professional association gives them a particular right - nay, obligation - to critique me and my views in public. Years after they finished acting in Potter, they continue to assume the role of de facto spokespeople for the world I created.
When you've known people since they were ten years old it's hard to shake a certain protectiveness. Until quite recently, I hadn't managed to throw off the memory of children who needed to be gently coaxed through their dialogue in a big scary film studio. For the past few years, I've repeatedly declined invitations from journalists to comment on Emma specifically, most notably on the Witch Trials of JK Rowling. Ironically, I told the producers that I didn't want her to be hounded as the result of anything I said.
The television presenter in the attached clip highlights Emma's 'all witches' speech, and in truth, that was a turning point for me, but it had a postscript that hurt far more than the speech itself. Emma asked someone to pass on a handwritten note from her to me, which contained the single sentence 'I'm so sorry for what you're going through' (she has my phone number). This was back when the death, rape and torture threats against me were at their peak, at a time when my personal security measures had had to be tightened considerably and I was constantly worried for my family's safety. Emma had just publicly poured more petrol on the flames, yet thought a one line expression of concern from her would reassure me of her fundamental sympathy and kindness.
Like other people who've never experienced adult life uncushioned by wealth and fame, Emma has so little experience of real life she's ignorant of how ignorant she is. She'll never need a homeless shelter. She's never going to be placed on a mixed sex public hospital ward. I'd be astounded if she's been in a high street changing room since childhood. Her 'public bathroom' is single occupancy and comes with a security man standing guard outside the door. Has she had to strip off in a newly mixed-sex changing room at a council-run swimming pool? Is she ever likely to need a state-run rape crisis centre that refuses to guarantee an all-female service? To find herself sharing a prison cell with a male rapist who's identified into the women's prison?
I wasn't a multimillionaire at fourteen. I lived in poverty while writing the book that made Emma famous. I therefore understand from my own life experience what the trashing of women's rights in which Emma has so enthusiastically participated means to women and girls without her privileges.
The greatest irony here is that, had Emma not decided in her most recent interview to declare that she loves and treasures me - a change of tack I suspect she's adopted because she's noticed full-throated condemnation of me is no longer quite as fashionable as it was - I might never have been this honest.
Adults can't expect to cosy up to an activist movement that regularly calls for a friend's assassination, then assert their right to the former friend's love, as though the friend was in fact their mother. Emma is rightly free to disagree with me and indeed to discuss her feelings about me in public - but I have the same right, and I've finally decided to exercise it.
Rest in peace, Charlie. God will take it from here. He has already done so much good in the week since you left us.
I wanted to focus on that while hosting The Charlie Kirk Show today. Tonight on Glenn TV, my team compiled some of the highlights.
To my friends on the political Right: I understand the feeling that people are putting words into Charlie Kirk's mouth. At some level, I agree and share your frustration.
Try to remember: a lot of people loved Charlie. It is natural for them to debate his views and his legacy. In fact, I think Charlie would welcome that.
But for now, let's celebrate our friend, remember his impact, and save the debate for after his funeral.
I didn’t know Charlie Kirk.
I spoke to him maybe 4 or 5 times.
Even so, this has all felt so intensely personal…as I’m sure it has for many of you.
Most of us never shook the man’s hand or sat at a table with him…but somehow, he still felt like a friend to millions.
He gave a home to so many people who felt like outcasts because of their opinions. He spoke for so many people whose own voices would otherwise never be heard.
He was a father and a husband and a commentator…but he was also a symbol. For free speech, civil discord, country and faith.
Don’t feel strange because this is hitting you in a deeper place than you would have expected. This one feels different because it IS different.
He wasn’t a president or a politician. He was just a man with a voice and no fear of using it. That’s why this feels so familiar.
He represented who many people ARE…and who even more aspire to be.
Don’t respond out of anger or with violence…instead, move forward with grace and with logic. As he did for so many years.
My heart is filled with sorrow.
I had some nice dialogue with Charlie, he instantly felt like an older much wiser brother even though he was younger than me. He was always trying to include me to come speak at his events.
I don’t think he knew how hard public speaking is for me. My whole body shakes, my mind goes into survival mode & my voice quivers. I much prefer writing, fighting, acting & interviews in intimate settings. But alas, Charlie did find out how hard public speaking is for me in Vegas last year.
I had originally just wanted to support Tulsi who was doing an event with the Common Kings in Vegas. I wanted to support her & be there for her, maybe just announce her or be backstage with her. Then Turning Point got involved & before you knew it, rumors that President Trump would be speaking swirled and came true.
Of course I tried to back out once I realized they wanted me to speak. But Tulsi wasn’t having it. She gently encouraged me. So I decided to just write out my speech on paper & read it.
The night came & I had missed my spot in the speaking line up because I was back stage taking a picture with President Trump who had 100’s of people he was taking pictures with before he went on to speak.
I ran back to the stage & there were only Charlie & Tulsi left to speak before Trump would take the stage. I had the 6 pages in my hands, the lady on the stage seemed rushed & I looked at Charlie and said, “No it’s ok, I’m not good at public speaking, don’t worry about me.” He calmly looked at me & said, “Gina, they hear from me all the time, they need to hear from you. How many pages do you have?” I told him 6. The lady on the stage said, “Do you think you could keep it to 3 minutes please?” But Charlie kept eye contact with me & said, “Take my time, go out there & say what you need to say.”
He gave me so much strength in that moment, my body shaking, I went out & summed up my 6 page speech to whatever I could muster. I was so proud I did it. It was short & sweet, the pages went out the window. I wanted to do it for my hometown, in front of my family, for my country. I felt I needed to & Charlie made sure I did.
As soon as I walked behind the curtain I collapsed into Charlie’s chest. He held me for a few moments as I stabilized & then he walked out to give his speech. The lady who helped me off stage said, “oh my gosh you’re shaking!”
I went back to my seat & sat with my mom & dad who were beaming with pride, I was still shaking. People patted me on my back & gave me hugs, the whole crowd knew I was nervous but it was ok. They cheered me on louder than most of the other speakers my dad said but of course he’d say that. ☺️ Sure felt that way. The audience saw my vulnerability & rooted for me. That was the atmosphere of this lovely crowd of people. And that was who Charlie was. He helped me conquer something that day. And since then I have gotten better when a microphone is handed to me.
Charlie helped so many find their voices. He put the microphone in people’s hands, to be heard, to ask questions, to learn how to communicate. He was teaching us how to communicate.
I am in complete awe of his bravery. He could’ve easily just stayed comfortable & been with his wife & children right now but he saw the need of keeping dialogue going & he risked his life everytime he went out there.
He was a graceful genius with a heart for the Lord and he followed his calling.
I am so happy Charlie is with the Lord now. He truly was the best of us & without a doubt the bravest. They took his body but they cannot take his spirit. I mourn for his wife, children & loved ones with my full heart & soul. God be with them.
I am struggling with positivity as evil is rearing its ugly head. If I wasn’t so exhausted from sorrow I would be more enraged. My head is torturing me on repeat as I see Charlie shot & the blood gushing. All I can do right now is pray for justice & peace.
God bless you Charlie Kirk. We will not forget you. ✝️
I can’t believe I just had to announce on live TV the death of a friend. I can’t believe this is where we are in America.
Charlie was a man of God. A Christian. A Patriot. A family man. A husband and father. And a really good man.
Everyone, everyone counted him as a friend. That’s because in a business of narcissism and competition Charlie supported everyone. He texted, he DM’d, he called, he cheered you on and complimented your work.
Charlie was also a legendary influence. Most notably on young people. College kids on gameday kickoff and my own kids asked if I knew Charlie Kirk. He won over a generation.
He also counted Americas leaders as his friends. I know.
Charlie was incredibly persuasive and an unparalleled debater. He engaged and invited those who thought him wrong. Even those that thought him evil.
It says something real that the only rebuttal to stop Charlie was violence. But it won’t stop Charlie. Because it won’t stop us. You just lifted up Charlie.
I saw this video this morning on my feed and I think it so eloquently explains what Charlie Kirk was put on this earth to do.
“When people stop talking, that’s when you get violence, that is when civil war happens”
I've had a change of heart on federal income tax. On the surface, it's just a way for the government to generate revenue—it has to get its funding from somewhere. But I now see that the method of taxation itself fundamentally alters the relationship between the government and its people.
When the government relies on taxing individual income, it shifts from serving its citizens to exploiting them as a revenue source. This dynamic creates an inherent friction, where the government no longer answers to the people but to the system that extracts from them. And if you look around, it's clear—whatever our tax dollars are funding, it’s not serving us.
This is what modern economists fail to grasp when they dismiss tariffs, sales taxes, or luxury taxes as harmful. The structure of taxation matters, not just the amount collected. The income tax distorts governance itself—and it needs to go.
This Holy Week, Christians around the World remember the Crucifixion of God’s Only Begotten Son, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and, on Easter Sunday, we celebrate His Glorious Resurrection and proclaim, as Christians have done for nearly 2,000 years, “HE IS RISEN!”
Through the pain and sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross, we saw God’s boundless Love and Devotion to all Humanity and, in that moment of His Resurrection, History was forever changed with the Promise of Everlasting Life.
As we approach this Joyous Easter Sunday, I want to wish Christians everywhere a Happy and very Blessed Holiday. America is a Nation of Believers. We need God, we want God and, with His help, we will make our Nation Stronger, Safer, Greater, more Prosperous, and more United than ever before. Thank you, and HAPPY EASTER!
From Donald Trump Truth Social 04/13/25 08:53 PM
🔥 MUST WATCH: Calley Means GOES OFF on Politico and a Room Full of Anti-MAHA Lobbyists
"When you turn on CNBC, it's just a nonstop infomercial for pharma. It's a Skyrizi commercial followed by Scott Gottlieb saying how Bobby's k*lling people followed by a breathless coverage of the measles outbreak, and no mention of the mental health crisis. It is insane for you to insinuate that the thing standing between us and better health is more government bureaucrats."
🎥 @calleymeans
🚨 Let’s break this down. 🚨
🔷 @elonmusk has openly said he fears for his life.
🔷 Tesla owners are getting firebombed.
🔷 DOGE employees are receiving death threats.
🔷 Large X influencers are getting SWATted—with setups designed to make police shoot them.
🔷 @MikeBenzCyber and I are featured on a website with a Molotov cocktail as the cursor.
🔷 Tech people who join DOGE take massive pay cuts and security risks.
These aren’t theories. These are facts.
So ask yourself: What do any of us get out of this?
The answer is simple: Nothing—except the chance to fight for the future.
If we were in this for money or comfort, we’d be somewhere else. Instead, we’re here, because the U.S. government is on an unsustainable trajectory, and this is our one shot at changing it.
You don’t take these risks unless you believe in what you’re doing. And we do.
Here's what @elonmusk is doing with DOGE, and why he's doing it that way.
First of all, he's fully aware that, for the past 20 years or so, a gang of thieves has replaced the US federal government, and is wearing it as a skinsuit.
But I don't think he wants to belabor that point out loud, because a lot of people haven't realized this yet, and it'll sound like a loony conspiracy theory until they do.
So he decided to show them.
That's what targeting USAID is about.
When you have to eat an elephant, the way to do it is "one bite at a time", but there are some very specific reasons why he selected USAID as the first bite.
USAID, you see, is a slush fund.
Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean, and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space...
When the US federal government was a real elected government...
The houses of congress had the power of the purse. They set the federal budget.
The problem with this, from the standpoint of a thief, is @RepThomasMassie. Or someone like him. There's one or two in every congress.
If you want to put some kickback or patronage or theft in the congressionally-approved federal budget as a line item, then he's going to find it, as he and his staff comb through that bill.
And he's going to get up in front of congress and the press and tell everyone about it. And then the opposition party, whichever that happens to be, is going to pile on, because they smell blood in the water, and its going to get cancelled and you're going to be embarrassed.
You need a way to hide your expenditure of federal tax dollars.
So how do you hide a rock? In a gravel pit. How do you hide a man? In a crowd.
And how do hide a fraudulent expenditure?
In a general fund.
So here's what you do. With the help of friendly presidential administrations, you create a bunch of agencies with names like the Federal Bureau of Saving Cute Puppies With Waggy Tails.
These are nominally part of the executive branch, handling detail work, but they are staffed by hired (and therefore not elected) bureaucrats, and they are funded in lump sums by a single line item in that budget.
Now, you don't have a whole bunch of "$50K for a transgender opera troupe in Bangladesh" items.
You have one item, which is "$50 Billion for the Federal Bureau of Saving Cute Puppies With Waggy Tails".
And if Thomas Massie starts asking questions, you act shocked and outraged, and demand to know why he wants cute puppies to die.
So what is all this money actually for?
Well, it's for stealing. You give it to companies owned by you, to do silly things. You give it to companies owned by your friends, to do silly things. You give it to publishing companies, to do silly things, and then later, when you leave office, they give you a $65 million book deal for an autobiography no one's gonna read. You give it to Wall Street firms, to do silly things, and then they regularly pay you a quarter of a million dollars to come give a twenty minute speech. You give it to literally anyone, to do silly things, and then they make a donation to your private charitable foundation. Or they put your cousin on the board of directors, for half a million dollars a year to do two hours of work a month.
See the common theme?
Doing silly things.
Because it doesn't really matter what the tax dollars are paying for... it matters who the tax dollars are being paid to. It's obscure, it's circuitous, but at the end of the fiscal year, it all makes its way into someone's pocket.
And everyone who's part of the network gets a taste.
Now, these bureaucratic agencies are nominally under the control of the President, but in reality, they start to have a power base of their own.
This is because their money comes from Congress, so it's not easy to turn off the tap, and the head of each agency has to be approved by the Senate, so it's not easy to dig into each agency and fire the careerists aiding the corruption.
Couple that with Congress delegating regulatory powers to agencies, and courts deferring to their judgements, and now you have a fourth branch of the federal government, with the powers of all three, whose whole job to loot the treasury.
That's why all these "public servants" on modest salaries are retiring as multi-millionaires with three vacation homes, a huge stock portfolio, and a private jet. Because all that baksheesh is being spread around to everyone whose cooperation is required to make the scheme continue to run.
So what happens when you elect a billionaire real estate developer, who doesn't need to loot the treasury, and would rather have a boom economy to do real estate development in?
He wants to take the steal machine apart.
And what happens when he appoints the richest man in the history of the known universe, the single least bribeable man on the planet, to audit all the federal departments and stop the theft?
Well, Musk knows he's going to face fierce opposition. So he needs to get unstoppable political momentum and public support behind him, fast.
So he had to hit the ground running, before the Federal Bureau of Saving Cute Puppies With Waggy Tails could rally its behind-the-scenes power to get in his way.
Go to the center of power, follow the money, cut off the money. Work around the clock.
But he also knew that DOGE would be talked about, intensely, in its first few days and weeks, and these would set the tone for the rest of the 4 year term.
If it gained public support fast, any sort of defense or the status quo would be seen as evidence of corruption.
So he had to gain goodwill fast, and discredit the opposition. Coming off the election momentum of a hugely popular incoming president is great, but it's not enough to carry support for a full four-year audit of the entire federal budget. He needed a target that would generate goodwill right away.
Some federal departments, like the IRS, and the ATF, are very unpopular....
... but there's a better choice.
USAID.
Why?
Because USAID is a special, maximally unaccountable, small-projects slush fund.
He knew that when his team wrenched the lid off it, all they had to do was publicize what they found... and force democrats to defend it.
The sheer ridiculousness of some of these small projects would frame the public discussion exactly as it needed to be framed.
Now the debate has become, not a difference of opinion on how much oversight agency spending should undergo, or whether Musk was the one to do so, but a difference of opinion on whether taxpayers should foot the bill for a $1.5 million effort aimed at "empowering women to adapt to climate change in northern Kenya."
Try defending that.
Just try.
But they have to.
Why?
Because this isn't just about turning the money faucet off. It's about people going to jail.
These people fussing about how Elon Musk has access to your social security number through OPM — as if OPM hadn't leaked these same numbers to criminals years ago — they aren't trying to defend the slush fund.
The slush fund is gone. They know that. They are trying to generate enough counter momentum to avoid going to federal prison.
(Now think about what that deal with @nayibbukele was really about, and who was intended to see that. )
But here's the thing. It's too early for DOGE to talk about indictments.
Oh, the evidence is being gathered. Behind closed doors, names are going on lists.
But the verbal public support needs to be there. Because we are looking at possibly a huge number of arrests. Not just high-ranking careerists and appointed officials, but elected Reps and Senators.
Unless this idea is overwhelmingly popular, it would look like a power grab, and no one would pay attention for long enough to realize, hey, these people really are guilty.
That part needs to come from us. Every time someone in office, or a federal job, defends this stuff, or calls DOGE a coup... we need to call for investigations.
Suggest they are involved. (Because they probably are.)
Recommend they find a nice tropical island with no extradition treaty. (And pray they do, because when the first one breaks and runs, it's really over.)
Target them. Personally. Make them so busy defending themselves that they have no energy left to defend the steal machine.
Meme them until they cry. Then make memes about them crying.
And be sure to remind everyone that politico had no revenue. It was just a propaganda puppet run with stolen money.
Your stolen money.