Just Curious

In the aftermath of the incident involving Charlie Kirk, I find myself pondering the circumstances surrounding the shooting, particularly the origin of the weapon used. Typically, in such events, media reports meticulously trace the firearm’s source, offering insights into the acquisition process.

The origins of the item remained shrouded in mystery. Did he acquire it through purchase, receive it as a gift, or perhaps obtain it through less conventional means? The true nature of his possession was uncertain. Just how much did he practice in the previous week, month, or perhaps year? I would like to know how commonly he used the gun. I mean people generally don’t shoot that well…with the gun he is going to use.

I practice regularly with my gun. It helps to improve my accuracy and confidence. Anyone knows most of us are not capable of just picking up a rifle and the next day, successfully shoot someone through the neck the next day.

I don’t care what the man’s name is nearly as much as I want to know who taught the guy how to hold the weapon and carefully pull the trigger. Even how to breathe is important from that range. Breathing while pulling the trigger can throw the aim off.

Uncertainty shrouded the number of bullets he carried. Typically, such details would be reported, yet this instance remained conspicuously silent. The absence of information raised questions about the circumstances surrounding this particular event.

Okay. You get the idea. I could go on asking these questions. Just seems to me, this time, far more than previous instances to be of a collaborative endeavor with multiple individuals working in concert to support a singular mission.

Mixed Emotions

President Trump is deploying National Guard troops to Memphis, a city located just north of DeSoto County, where I currently reside.

It will be a good thing to stop all crimes in Memphis. This will also reduce the southward migration of those seeking a safer environment. That, in turn, will reduce the growth in my home value. I was really getting used to the way my home value was climbing.

Then again, it might all be temporary and short term considering that most Memphians only vote Democrat.

A Really Dumb Question

I perceive the world through a unique lens, setting me apart from conventional thinking. While others might ponder various inquiries, my focus remains singular: understanding the circumstances surrounding the tragic event involving Charlie Kirk and seeking accountability for the responsible individual.

The true purpose of his actions remained a mystery, leaving me curious about his ultimate objective.

Allow me to explain. I think most trained snipers will tell you that aiming at the neck is a very improbable death shot. I won’t go through the details but generally the point of aim is the chest. Yet the man hit Kirk in a vital part of the neck.

His incompetence was almost poetic. While his aim might have been abysmal, the cruel irony was that his near-total failure still managed to inflict damage. A few inches in any direction would have rendered his attempt completely futile, but fate seemed to mock the very notion of precision with this imperfect strike.

The precision of his shot reveals more about his character than he might realize. Was his target deliberately chosen, or did his aim simply fall short? The truth behind his claim speaks volumes about his skill and integrity. If he insists he struck exactly where intended, yet the evidence suggests otherwise, his credibility becomes questionable.

Hitting A man with a rifle from two hundred yards does not take much skill. Intentionally hitting a man’s artery at that range borders on being impossible.

Irregardless, if the man is convicted, he needs to be given the worst possible penalty. It is important that others realize what is waiting for them should they decide to follow the example set by this animal.

Best Way to Retaliate

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.

A Little Good, Maybe, Hopefully

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.

Everything Falls

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.

So What!!

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.

Being DUMB about EDUCATION

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?