If you’re lucky enough to be born in America you basically won the lottery. Even if you’re poor you’re richer than 99% of all humans in history, and you have more opportunities to change that than anywhere else on Earth.
She’s not perfect, sure, but neither are fuckin you.
One of the most best childhood games. Some called it “pickle,” some called it “running bases,” some called it “hot box.” We called it “rundown” in my neighborhood. Whatever you called it, it was fun as hell.
It’s really a shame that many of us lose our grandparents too early in our own lives when we’re not yet ready to ask them all of the valuable lessons they’ve learned from being the greatest generation.
82 years ago today, over 10,000 Americans were either killed, wounded or missing after the D-Day invasion. They are the shoulders we stand upon. Their sacrifice is why we STAND UP for our Flag. I dedicate this song to them today. Here's "The Man."
In what might be the final home game of the season for the @SHSpartanNation softball team, first-year head coach Ralph Lopez was greeting with a water bath after the Spartans beat SLO 15-5 in 6 innings.
Spartans at No. 1 Immanuel in D-IV semifinals on Friday.
Did you know C.S. Lewis predicted the modern obsession with “being nice” would destroy the soul?
In The Abolition of Man, Lewis argues that when a society stops believing in objective virtue, it doesn’t become tolerant… it becomes manipulable.
He calls the result “men without chests.”
People with appetites and intellects, but no courage, no honor, no trained moral instincts. They can calculate everything and defend nothing.
Lewis saw that once we reject inherited moral law, we don’t become free. We become raw material… easily shaped by propaganda, pleasure, and fear.
Modern man prides himself on compassion while quietly surrendering every standard that once gave compassion meaning.
Lewis’s insight is brutal: a civilization that educates clever cowards will eventually be ruled by tyrants or technicians.
Because when nothing is worth dying for, everything becomes negotiable… including human dignity.
As an Iranian watching this rescue mission unfold, I was praying the American pilot would make it out alive, not just for him, but so the Islamic Republic could not use him as a bargaining chip or claim some twisted “victory.”
At the same time, I felt a deep envy.
Your government sent elite special forces, million-dollar aircraft, and moved heaven and earth to bring one American home. No hesitation. No excuses.
In Iran, the regime uses human shields and recruited child soldiers to clear minefields during the Iran-Iraq war. They treat their own people like disposable tools. They are now recruiting child soldiers as we speak.
The Islamic Republic has zero regard for human life. That’s the brutal difference.
One side risks everything to save their own.
The other sacrifices their own to stay in power.
This hits hard when you have lived under both realities.
Today is Good Friday.
Thank you, Jesus for your amazing and unthinkable sacrifice. You died so that we would have life, and life in abundance.
“It was nine in the morning when they crucified him. The written notice of the charge against him read: the king of the jews … With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last. The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how he died, he said, ‘Surely this man was the Son of God!’”
Mark 15
I was flying Southwest from Dallas to New York. Three rows ahead of me, there was a young soldier in uniform. He looked barely 18. He was staring straight ahead, gripping the armrests. He looked nervous. When the drink cart came around, the flight attendant asked him what he wanted. 'Coke, please,' he said. 'Heading home?' she asked kindly. 'No, ma'am,' he said. 'Deploying. First time.' The whole row went quiet. The flight attendant didn't say a word. she handed him his Coke. Then, she got on the PA system. 'Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest in Row 8 today. Private Miller is on his first deployment to serve our country. Since I can't buy him a drink, I’m going to ask a favor. If you want to write him a note of encouragement, pass it forward.' I grabbed a napkin. I wrote: 'You got this. Stay safe. - A dad from Row 12.' I watched as napkins traveled up the aisle. Napkins, receipts, pages torn from books. By the time we landed, the soldier had a pile of paper on his tray table three inches high. He stood up to get his bag, and he was wiping his eyes. He carefully packed every single scrap of paper into his rucksack. 'Thank you,' he told the flight attendant. 'No,' she said. 'Thank you.' We all walked off that plane a little quieter, reminded that freedom is just a word until you meet the kid who is defending it.
Credit: Margie Lee
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One time I was at the vet, picking up some meds, and a strangers dog wandered over and sat down on my boots. The vet tech said “Dogs can sense the good ones.” And that’s the highest compliment I’ve ever received. If I can manage to live up to that, I’ll consider that success.