One thing that I learned about raising two boys that every new father needs to understand (in my humble opinion):
Your sons need a COMMON ENEMY.
My boys took a little while to grow close. They are very different, in tastes and interests. Then I discovered the above principle by accident during play.
Years ago, when we would play “tickle monster,” the boys would both want to be on my team. They’d fight over it. So I’d make them take turns.
But seeing all the fussing it was causing, I told them the tickle monster has no partner. They were the team and it was up to the other to “save” their brother if he gets caught because the tickle monster can only tickle one person at a time.
Up until, that point, I had never seen them work together well, despite me trying to make them. It was mostly me as a relatively new dad trying to force them to spend time together.
This was different. I was giving them an ENEMY to slay together. The tickle monster was coming and all they had was each other. I may have gotten some bruises from boys punching and jumping on me - but it was worth it.
Ever since then, I have looked for any and every opportunity to give them a common enemy to slay together. During play time and in real life.
And years later, let me just say: good luck to the child that ever lays a hand on my oldest sons’ younger brother. He watches over him like a hawk.
God HARDWIRED boys/men to thrive when they are in pursuit of a common mission with other men. It forges a bond that goes deep.
This might seem obvious to some more experienced dads - and it is obvious in hindsight, but it wasn’t to me at first… at least the concept that i needed to create the conditions, not just hope it happened one day.
Now my boys are learning how to fight together. Good vs. evil stuff on a micro scale that they’ll need when they are men.
But here’s the other thing it taught me years ago: that meant I needed a band of brothers to slay dragons with, to fight a common mission for the kingdom of God.
I found my brothers. I’m fighting the fight too.
America turns 250 today.
Let me read back the resume.
We started by telling a king to pound sand, in writing.
By 1803 we bought half a continent from France for about four cents an acre.
We fought a war with ourselves and somehow stayed one country.
We strung a railroad across the entire thing.
We handed the world the lightbulb, the telephone, and the airplane in about thirty years flat.
Then a man named Willis Carrier invented air conditioning and made half the planet actually livable.
You are welcome, Texas. You are welcome, Dubai.
Twice the whole world caught fire, and twice we showed up and helped put it out.
We split the atom.
We put men on the moon in 1969.
Then we went back and hit golf balls up there, because why not.
We invented jazz, blues, rock and roll, and hip-hop, and the whole planet is still dancing to it.
We put a burger and fries on every corner of the earth.
We built rockets that fly themselves home and land standing straight up.
We flew a helicopter on Mars.
We launched a car into actual space and it is still out there cruising.
We also invented ranch dressing and somehow talked the entire world into putting it on pizza.
Priorities.
We even invented three of our own sports so we could win them.
Baseball, basketball, and football.
Real football, the kind with hands, because we named it and we are not taking corrections.
The rest of the planet can keep soccer, which is fine, we are hosting it in our backyard this summer anyway.
And yes, Canadian football exists, wider field, extra man, one fewer down, and we try very hard not to think about it.
Frankly it was generous of us to invent our own games.
If we put all that energy into soccer, nobody else would ever lift that trophy again.
We would win it so often they would just rename it the America’s Cup and hand us the keys.
You are welcome for the suspense.
And in 2026 we threw a birthday so big a German tourist live-tweeted our gas stations to 750,000 people.
Not every chapter was clean.
We argued, we stumbled, we fixed what we broke, and we kept building.
That is the whole trick.
Two hundred and fifty years in, and we are still the loudest, brightest, most improbable experiment on the map.
Not bad for a country that started as a strongly worded letter to a king.
Happy birthday, America.
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World Cup visitors, your Buc-ee’s, tornado, humidity, free-refill, deep-fried videos are saving us. In a country that only hears how awful it is, you’re showing everyone there’s still plenty worth celebrating. Thank you — we needed this!
God bless America 🙏🏻🇺🇸
🚨THE SUN IS NOT CAUSING CANCER — It’s literally giving life to every living thing on Earth!
Dr. Stephanie Rimka: “The Sun Isn’t Causing Cancer — It’s WHAT YOU’RE DOING UNDER IT.”
Slathering toxic sunscreen full of carcinogens?
Poisoning your body with mRNA injections?
Eating seed oils, sugar & processed garbage that destroys your mitochondria?
That’s the real cancer fuel.
Cancer is a METABOLIC DISEASE, not genetic. The sun is being scapegoated while Big Pharma and Big Food profit from your fear.
Ditch the poison. Get in the sun. Heal your metabolism.
The sun isn’t the enemy — the lies are.