Category Archives: Personal Narrative

Dear Liberals: you don't vote in your economic best interests, either

Bottom line: almost ALL Americans vote against their best interests. For years progressives have been hammering conservatives – specifically social conservatives – who “vote against their own interests.” As in, poor working people who vote for the wealthy GOP interests that are the reason they’re poor, and whose policies insure they will remain that way. I have certainly been among this crowd

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Rural elites: I've had it with the arrogance of ignorance (and its promoters)

The only thing worse than the willfully ignorant is the legion of apologists enabling them. Since the election – before, really – we’ve heard a lot of talk about how all those urban liberal elites need to stop being so arrogant and start listening to very real concerns of real Americans in rural flyover values America. We have more recently begun

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New Years Resolutions, pt 2: support is a two-way street

I have always supported independent artists, but that support has not often been reciprocated. This bothers me. Part 2 of a series [Caveat: I’ll apologize in advance if this one sounds a little bitchy. That isn’t my intent, but I know people don’t always hear what I think I’m saying.] Ever since we started this blog in 2007, and really for

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New Year Resolutions, pt 1: aim high and shoot straight

I resolve to be more honest and direct in confronting ignorance and hatred. Part 1 of a series When I was a little boy, my grandparents read me the Parable of the Talents (Matthew 25: 14-30). They had a particularly Southern Baptist working class interpretation of what it meant. If you had a gift, the Lord intended you to use it

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A dark holiday playlist – and one man's melancholy war with childhood

There is beauty in the darkness. This is all I have ever known. Beauty doesn’t work the same for me as it does for most people. I first started realizing this in Mr. Booth’s (excuse me, Dr. Booth’s) English V class at Ledford High School in 1978 and 1979. I remember two moments distinctly. First, we read “The Eve of St.

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I'm not ready to make nice: an open letter to my condescending pro-Clinton friends

A number of people who are supposed to be friends have crossed a line and I don’t know if there’s a way back. In recent months I have been called an idiot. I’ve been called silly. I’ve been called a child. I’ve been called privileged. I have also been called a sexist and a misogynist. Not by Republicans, or trolls or

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