Well, that’s it for me. I’m turning in my political card. I’ve deleted all my news channels, political and otherwise.
Some will say, “Oh, look! You’re just a sore loser.”
No. I’m just sore.
My chest hurts. I’ve had a heart attack before. My health isn’t the best. I’ve battled clinical depression for much of my adult life. And I genuinely weep over what I believe is happening to my beloved country, that last great beacon of freedom.
Yes, it was just a midterm election. Losses were expected. But for me, this is about something much bigger than one election.
I believe a necrotizing supervirus has been unleashed within the body politic, and, tragically, much of the nation’s flesh seems to crave the very thing that is destroying it.
But here’s what I’ve come to realize: My constant monitoring of the disease will not cure it. My documenting the decay will not stop it. And my continual mourning over what is being lost will only rob me of the life I still have to live.
So, instead of spending whatever years God grants me mourning what I fear may be freedom’s demise, I’ve decided to celebrate those years by making a difference where I still can.
I still have talents. I still have abilities. I still have a calling. And there are still people whose lives I might be able to touch for good.
My children and grandchildren will inherit a world I fear will be far different from the one I knew. That saddens me more than I can express. But perhaps they will be better equipped to confront its challenges, their hearts not yet burdened by memories of what has been lost.
I’m not abandoning my convictions. I’m simply stepping away from the endless commentary, the outrage, the arguments, and the exhausting cycle of watching events unfold that I have little power to change.
There are still stories to tell. Children to encourage. Families to strengthen. Hurting people to comfort. Truths to teach. And, most importantly, souls to reach with the gospel of Jesus Christ.
The soul of a nation may be lost, but the souls of men, women, boys, and girls are not.
And God only knows…
One of them might become the antivirus.
But may I add something?
I’m not arguing that Christians should abandon the field of political discourse—where meaningful discourse can still be had. Nor am I suggesting that everyone should follow my example.
I’m simply saying that I’m pushing 60, and I’ve spent 44 of those years standing firm as a Reagan conservative and, more recently, a Trump supporter. From Walter Mondale to “Autopen,” I’ve fought them all.
But the battles facing this generation and the next—those who dare to raise the banner of freedom—will demand more energy than I have left to give. And continuing to fight those battles as I have in the past would come at a cost I can no longer justify: time, strength, and attention diverted from matters of eternal consequence that are too often neglected.
That doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned my convictions, surrendered my principles, or ceased caring about the future of this nation. It simply means I’ve come to recognize that my role in the struggle may need to change.
After all, as Obi-Wan Kenobi might say, there are other ways to fight the Empire.
And perhaps that’s where I find myself at this particular stage of life. Rather than spending my remaining strength fighting every battle on the political front lines, I have an opportunity to invest in those who will stand long after I’m gone.
I can plant the seeds of future courage, cultivate the roots of conviction, and lay the foundation stones upon which the next generation might build citadels of character.
Perhaps my greatest contribution to the future of freedom won’t be another round of scathing political commentary, but investing in the next generation—those who will rise to the fight when today’s victors have grown complacent.
“…Teach the children quietly
For some day sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still.” – from the 1985 hit Silent Running by Mike + the Mechanics
What Does a Woman Look Like?
I have a strong feeling that this post is going to infuriate some people. It may even get me in trouble with somebody somewhere. However, I am going to mix metaphors, jump right in, and open a can of worms.
What does a woman look like?
By now you are probably familiar with the Matt Walsh documentary What is a Woman? If you haven’t seen it, you need to, because it seems to have made possible conversations many have been too afraid to have until now. And when you consider that just recently Bill Maher (on HBO) questioned the trans-gender community’s growing numbers, particularly with children, I think it’s time for me to point a few things out, too.
Let’s face it, the most influential and powerful women today are not biological women; they’re men who identify as women. Men who identify as women are stealing all the spotlight from the females who once fought for equality. They’re even showing that if you want to be the best woman you can be, you should be a man. You know, like Lia Thomas.
But thinking about Lia Thomas, why is it that Lia Thomas looks like a woman? I mean, why is it that Lia Thomas has long hair? Why does Lia wear makeup? Is it because “she” wants to look into the mirror and see someone besides his self?
Why is it that men who transition into women (which they’re really not; they just look like them), they generally go with the feminine look that is so stereotypical of natural femininity? Why not stay looking like the guy they are, just without the penis? Are appearances that important when what is really supposed to matter is what’s inside?
It just seems a little strange to me, that’s all. For so long there was a certain look that women were expected to have. Women wore dresses, had long hair, did their nails, and always had on some kind of makeup. They were expected to have higher, softer voices, hourglass figures, and shapely legs perched on high heels. But these stereotypes are the very ones biological women fought against. Who said women had to look a certain way? They could wear the pants in the family, too!
Have you ever heard of a Barbie Doll? Of course, you have. Go ahead, google “Barbie too feminine” and what you will find are articles going back nearly a decade that blast Barbie’s stereotypical looks.
So, then, why the long hair, Lia? Why does any trans female feel the need to LOOK female? And the same thing can be asked about women transitioning into physical copies of men.
But let’s not stop with transgender, let’s take this even further down the rabbit hole and ask why it is that, again, generally speaking, homosexual and lesbian couples so often mimic the heterosexual image? In other words, why are there often male and female counterparts?
Dare I say Ellen and Portia?
Could it simply be that the way God designed us is innate, not fluid or socially constructed, therefore no matter how much we want to dismiss the Creator, His design still bleeds through? It’s like His will for humanity’s relationships is a holy nicotine stain that no amount of paint can hide for long.
What does a woman look like? I guess that’s a difficult question if you can’t even define what a woman is. But are “tomboys” not women enough? Are they actually men in women’s bodies? Should biological women with facial hair, deeper voices, and a love for Stanley tools exchange their baby-bearing club cards for urinals and prostate exams?
Because, after all, REAL women get breast implants and lip plumping.
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