Charlie Kirk’s unwavering commitment to his principles inspired many. By continuing to champion the values he believed in, those who sought to silence him will ultimately fail. His legacy serves as a powerful reminder that dedication to his Christian convictions can transcend attempts to suppress his meaningful work.
Therefore, let us commit ourselves to the Christian and conservative ideals that were his.
While with others, it might effect the next 4 or 5 years, Charlie Kirk would have effected the next 3 or 4 decades.
One of my first posts was a true story about my wife and her very persistent rash. She had visited multiple doctors, and still the rash persisted. Finally, in an act of frustration, we changed from Tide laundry detergent.
The rash vanished instantly, prompting me to share my experience not out of frustration, but to help others facing similar challenges. My journey revealed potential issues with certain personal care products, including a widely used bath soap that I now carefully avoid. By speaking out, I hope to provide valuable insights and support to those seeking solutions to unexpected skin reactions.
Furthermore, this might be a call to be careful to completely rinse the soap, regardless of the brand or type.
Recently, after publishing my blog post about laundry detergents for sensitive skin, I was intrigued to see Tide launch a new product line targeting this specific market. While I can’t definitively say my writing influenced their decision, I can’t help but wonder if my message resonated with the company. Perhaps my small contribution has helped raise awareness about the needs of those with sensitive skin.
How-some-ever, this is far from the last of notes that make me wonder if I’ve done a little good. I have seen some changes that make me suspicious that I might have.
On the other hand, maybe not. Maybe I am just being a little egotistical. I must say, I do believe that more little efforts have had some effect. When someone takes the time and effort to tell me there is no God, it tells me he might not be the only one to consider my argument.
Embracing our collective mission, I find value in every contribution, regardless of individual outcomes. Being part of this team is a profound privilege, even if my role seems minor. My true success may lie in supporting a fellow team member’s efforts to guide someone towards spiritual transformation, highlighting the power of collaborative purpose.
The ripple effect of a single conversion can be profound, potentially inspiring countless others to embrace faith. Ultimately, the significance lies not in my personal success, but in guiding individuals toward a transformative spiritual choice that impacts their eternal destiny and deepens their connection with Christ.
Every individual’s salvation ripples through humanity, subtly or profoundly transforming the collective human experience. When one life is rescued, redirected, or redeemed, the potential for positive change expands exponentially, creating unseen yet meaningful impact on our shared global landscape.
This is a reality so profound, it transcends even the most resolute skepticism.
As I age, the constant pull of gravity seems to challenge me more intensely. Standing up has become increasingly difficult, particularly after sitting on the ground. My balance isn’t what it used to be, and I find myself stumbling or losing my footing more frequently than before. These physical changes are a stark reminder of the passage of time and the subtle ways our bodies transform with age.
Lately, I’ve noticed a peculiar phenomenon: whenever I place an object on a completely level surface, it remains stationary momentarily, only to inexplicably tumble to the ground the moment I look away. This occurrence has become increasingly frequent, leaving me to wonder if gravity’s mysterious force is intensifying. While I can’t definitively explain this curious pattern, the repeated incidents have certainly piqued my curiosity.
Gravity seems to conspire against my medication routine, transforming simple pill-taking into a frustrating game of chance. Each tiny tablet appears magnetically drawn to the floor, slipping through my fingers with an uncanny precision. Tonight, I briefly celebrated a small victory when I snatched one pill in mid-descent, only to watch helplessly as two more evaded my grasp, continuing their rebellious tumble toward the ground.
As I attempt to put my medications in my mouth, occasionally a pill slips and clatters to the floor. When this happens, I’m left in a precarious situation, unsure which specific medication has fallen. The stakes are high, especially with critical prescriptions like my blood pressure medication. Missing a dose could potentially lead to serious health risks, including the threat of a stroke. Determined to maintain my health, I meticulously search the floor, carefully crawling and scanning until I locate the dropped pill, ensuring I don’t compromise my medical regimen.
Then, of course, I’m back to that other problem of gravity: standing.
It has been said that destroying that drug boat in international waters was illegal. I think not.
The illicit maritime transport of fentanyl poses a grave national health threat, with annual death tolls rivaling those of prolonged military conflicts. These smuggling vessels introduce a synthetic opioid so potent that its impact has claimed approximately 90,000 lives annually, representing a silent epidemic comparable to the human cost of extended warfare.
This is how I see it: if they desire to wage a figurative war, we have every right to shoot back. It’s called self-defense, and it is totally legitimate.
One of the most significant challenges facing our nation lies in its approach to education, spanning from elementary school through advanced academic pursuits.
Reading is the cornerstone of learning, and without strong literacy skills, personal growth becomes significantly challenging. Successful individuals often attribute their knowledge and achievements to extensive reading, with research suggesting that over 90% of their learning occurs through written materials. Developing robust reading comprehension is essential for anyone seeking to expand their understanding and advance in their personal and professional endeavors.
A failing primary education system reveals its deepest shortcoming when students graduate without mastering fundamental literacy skills. Similarly, higher education institutions are fundamentally flawed when their graduates struggle to secure meaningful employment or achieve professional sustainability.
Despite the allure of higher education, many prestigious institutions perpetuate a cycle of academic detachment from practical life skills. The real-world education gained through four years of hands-on work often surpasses the theoretical knowledge acquired within the sheltered confines of academic campuses, leaving graduates more intellectually burdened than professionally prepared.
In short, looking back over the years, I would have to give our public and college education system a grade of F in teaching the basics and an F- in advanced subjects. I would certainly have to give them a B on teaching students how to fail. I say this because some have succeeded despite the quality of education.
Despite substantial financial investments in education, particularly in urban and well-funded school districts, academic performance appears to be declining. Conversely, smaller rural school systems demonstrate more effective educational outcomes. Historical evidence suggests that educators in the past, such as those teaching in single-room schoolhouses, often achieved greater academic success with students, despite many teachers lacking formal higher education credentials. This observation raises important questions about the relationship between educational spending, teaching methodology, and student learning achievements.
Are we potentially misdirecting educators in their professional development and training approaches?
Listening to Dr. Sapphire on the Travis/Section show. The question was virtually, “How do we improve trust in our government health system?” Her reply started, “We select trusted people on both sides of the aisle….”
I don’t know about you, but I have absolutely no trust in the Democratic side of the aisle and haven’t for decades. I don’t think I likely will soon.
The law defines them as illegal aliens. It’s their proper term for nearly a hundred years. Now it would seem there is a massive effort to change the term. Even many more conservative reporters have bent to the change in terminology.
Nonetheless, whatever they are called, they are here illegally and they are aliens. It is somewhat of a reverse of Shakespeare’s definition of the rose. An illegal alien is still an illegal alien under any other name. They are still aliens and they are still here illegally, even if the dems decide to call them roses.
By the way, even the writing assist doesn’t like it when I write like this. It does not like me using illegal alien either. Does that tell you something about those who coded the writing assist?
During my time repairing computers, chance put me in the city of Detroit, about 1980 plus or minus. I suspect the city is not what it was then. The Dems have driven a lot of jobs out of the city since then. It is the sort of thing they like to do.
Anyway, I had never been to Canada and decided to go across the river just to be able to say I had been there. I entered Canada via the Ambassador Bridge and returned through a tunnel.
For the short time I was there, I parked in a lot under the bridge and looked back at Detroit. As I did, I received quite an education. I met a Canadian who filled me in on some history my teachers never told me.
The Canadian city of Windsor stood as a pristine Canadian gem, worlds apart from its neighboring Detroit. The city exuded an almost cinematic charm, with immaculate homes and meticulously maintained streets that seemed too perfect to be real. Unlike the gritty urban landscape across the border, this tranquil locale appeared carefully curated, as if designed by a meticulous set director rather than emerging organically from urban development.
The Detroit River, a remarkable waterway spanning approximately 30 miles, connects Lake St. Clair to Lake Erie. This international boundary between the United States and Canada is surprisingly compact, narrowing to just over a quarter-mile at its most constricted point. During the harsh winter months, the river’s surface transforms into a solid sheet of ice, creating a stunning and dramatic landscape that showcases the region’s extreme seasonal changes..
While this topic might seem mundane at first glance, history enthusiasts may find the upcoming details surprisingly compelling and engaging.
During the Prohibition era, both Canada and the United States banned the consumption of alcoholic beverages. However, Canada distinguished itself by allowing the production and sale of alcohol, creating a lucrative opportunity for cross-border trade. The strategic decision was likely motivated by economic potential and the desire to capitalize on the United States’ restrictive policies.
Ambitious Canadian winemakers faced a significant challenge: transporting their carefully crafted wines across the international border, with the imposing river presenting a formidable logistical obstacle to their cross-border business aspirations.
How-some-ever, given the profit and given the lack of morality, they would and did find a way. During the warm weather, all it took was row boat, a pair of oars and the courage to run the gauntlet of the law at night. During the winter, it was easier. They put treads on pickups and just simply drove across the ice, lights off.
Now, everyone knows that if guns were made illegal in both Canada and the US, guns would go away—until making them became legal in Canada again.
Do you suppose someone, anyone might want to make them and sell them to American criminals? Then, of course, only the police and criminals would be armed.
That is… until the Dems decide to take the guns from the police, too.
Improbable, you say. May I remind you, they once wanted to do away with the police?
As for me, if this were to happen, I just might decide to go to Detroit and invest in a rowboat. I suspect I would have some company. There just might be a few gun shops set up business close the the worlds shortest river.
and not so much as one of the guns would be serialized.
It is the question of the reporter on Channel 5 Memphis. However, I get the idea that the question is echoing throughout the mass media the past few days in response to the change in COVID shot suggestions.
While I appreciate the inquiry, the proposed idea seems to be driven more by political considerations than substantive merit.
My question is, was the COVID suggestion or even requirements of the past financial?
Two things I know without any speculation: The vaccine did not work for me, in spite of all the promises, and there is not one doubt in my mind that it made a ton of money for those making and distributing it.
Despite the lack of comprehensive, peer-reviewed large-scale double-blind studies, concerns persist about the rigorous scientific validation of certain medical interventions. The potential financial implications for pharmaceutical companies could influence the transparency and reporting of research outcomes, raising questions about the objectivity of clinical trials.
While influential leaders may currently evade accountability, ultimate justice transcends human systems and operates on a higher moral plane.
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