These are sad days in America. It’s gotten so that I can’t enjoy watching one group of overpaid athletes outplaying, outthinking, and generally pulverizing another group without the whole thing devolving into a political controversy.
From the headlines accompanying archeological findings out of Lebanon you’d think that science had finally proved the Bible was nothing more than 4,000 years of fake news.
Words still matter.
Civil strife has been blamed on Christians since the days of Rome.
Christians with mouths agape at being made to share the guilt for the recent massacre at a gay nightclub in Florida would do well to consult history.
Some of my co-workers abandon office comforts
in order to wait for a spot to a Supreme Court case.
Even now, several of my officemates are camped outside the U.S. Supreme Court building in hopes of getting seats to tomorrow’s arguments in the latest Obamacare religious liberty appeal.
When hackers first exposed the millions of men who signed up at Ashley Madison in hopes of cheating on their wives, the resulting furor overlooked a more surreal and tragic aspect of the scandal.
In their haste to denounce Indiana’s religious freedom law (before it was revised) as a license to discriminate, critics not only threatened a treasured American principle, they lost sight of a fundamental truth about human nature.
To paraphrase the insurance commercial: People discriminate. It’s what they do.
Nothing about this is funny.
Not counting the perpetrators, some 16 French citizens lie dead, including several singled out and executed presumably in revenge for offending Islam.
