Wonderful Matters

This morning on the talk radio show I heard that 52% of the population are in favor of dissolving, dismissing, eliminating, forgiving all college student debt. 52%. More than half of the people in this country. Wow, how much people are absolutely clueless about the breadth of institutionalized theft they enthusiastically endorse. Indeed the usurious practices to begin with are just as exploitive, but not surprised so few really get it since so much of the populace is profoundly Catholicist -- that means they are given over to essential Roman Catholic doctrine no matter how unwittingly. Some of the most rabid atheists and rigid Protestants will scream bloody murder against such a thought, but, well... Just look. I just wanted to post here to introduce you to the latest Walter Veith presentation . Take a little while just to plug it into your ear pods, you don't even really have to watch it unless you want to read the material Veith presents that comes straight from the horse's m

Here we are right in the middle of "Pride Month" and all who join in the celebration are oblivious to the gruesome lethality such an action carries with it. I'll never forget being in Salt Lake City for a professional commitment in the middle of June of 2018 and accidentally coming across a "Pride" parade, and while I was aghast at the breadth of immorality that was on display in this thing, it struck me that this was happening in Salt Lake City , bastion of Mormon morality and rightness and goodosity. Thing is this kind of pride not only destroys those who partake but those around them who absorb the ideas, the propaganda, the demonic nature of the now irreversibly pandemic endeavor. Many will say, "What does what we  do with our bodies have to do with you? " Many will even say, "What they  do with their own lifestyle choices is their business as long as they keep it to themselves." Any and all of these sentiments, from those who like it and

I am a bit of a sports fan -- well, more of a fan of particular sports teams.  I've been a San Francisco Giants fan since my first attended game as a kid in 1971. Mays and McCovey, even Dietz and Fuentes and Speier were my heroes. I've also been a rabid Kansas City Chiefs fan since my forebears settled and thrived for years in Kansas. Yeah, this does involve a bit of appreciation for what the particular sport itself is, but my impassioned fandom requires me to temper my attention. I work at least modestly successfully to maintain what I call a sports celibacy,  just looking at nothing about it all. To be honest it is serving me pretty well right now. The world of high-level professional sports has gotten extraordinarily ugly, however, and that makes it hard to keep some items out of the news stream for me to have to witness. Some of those items here in a minute, but I'm blogging now to introduce my latest home page piece over at my webzine, one on the real meaning of self-