There’s an old saying that’s been floating around since my granddad’s day: “You can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats his enemies.” If that’s true, then right now we’re in a heap of trouble. Because let’s be honest—nothing makes the headlines faster than folks whooping and hollering over somebody else’s…

Britain is witnessing one of its most extraordinary political meltdowns in modern times. In the space of three days, Prime Minister Keir Starmer’s flagship policy on digital identification has triggered mass public resistance, a leaked royal meeting has upended centuries of constitutional protocol, and his own words about the monarchy have left Labour MPs openly…

Northern Nevada’s once red-hot housing market is showing signs of serious cooling, and in some places, outright distress. Towns that staked their futures on Tesla’s Gigafactory and the promise of high-tech growth are now confronting a sobering reality: fewer jobs, too many houses, and a wave of automation that is hollowing out entire communities. The…

I’ve been saying this for years—if you wouldn’t speak it to your mama at the dinner table, your boss in a Monday morning meeting, or even the government man with his clipboard, then don’t post it online, because nothing is private, not even that “anonymous” comment you typed while hiding behind a cartoon profile picture.…

I was walking down the street the other day, minding my own business, when a fellow in a pickup leaned out his window and hollered something at me that wasn’t exactly a blessing from the Beatitudes. I couldn’t make out all of it, but I caught enough syllables to know I wasn’t getting invited to…

I’ve been officially retired according to the federal government for only ten days, and I’m already tired of this life. And I cannot see it getting any better. It’s not that retirement snuck up on me. I had decades of advance notice. A steady job, long hours, a payroll department dutifully withholding from every paycheck—every…

Eighteen days out now, and I’ll be honest—my words feel about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. I’ve tried jotting things down on scraps of paper, muttering to myself in the truck, even pacing around the kitchen with a half-empty cup of cold coffee. Still, nothing comes close to easing the hurt…

I saw a man get shot. Not in some faraway warzone, but right here in the land of amber waves of grain and free refills at the diner. He was speaking his mind—exercising that precious First Amendment, the one we like to brag about when we talk about how free we are. Then, in a…

It hit me like a 99-mile-an-hour fastball from Rollie Fingers, right square between the eyes, while tucked in warm and cozy under the covers. We are all gnawing at our fingernails, worried sick about who blocked us, who canceled us, who whispered our names in some digital dark alley where reputations go to die. All…

More than once, I’ve been told that now is the time to “turn the other cheek.” That advice usually comes my way after some ruckus–whether a family squabble, a political shouting match, or someone honking at me because I took a half-second too long when the light turned green. But the most recent reminder came…