Jim Freeman Wake-up Call

Drifting Toward Anarchy

There Is a Price, a Price for Everything

Searching for Tammy Sue

Is It Still a Choir If Only Two Voices Are Heard

World Peace Might Be a Stretch, but Kindness Is Within Reach

A Poem For the End Of the Year—Why Not?

Growth for the Sake of Growth Is the Ideology of the Cancer Cell

The Boiling Outrage Against Putin’s Ukraine War Has Settled to a Simmer

Hugh Hewitt’s Chinese Crock of Shit

There Is No ‘Correct’ in a Wounded America

The Blind Side

Shaming the Hunter-Gatherer