I don't know a lot about car or bike racing, so I figure these are two things I should definitely weave into an analogy. Drafting: (not forcing people into military service or designing buildings) sticking close to the leader in order to better your own progress. Aerodynamics somehow work with windspeed and stuff to make … Continue reading Sacrifice The Goat (Part 3): Endgame
My name is Dan. This is my blog. I am from Texas, but I live in Florida, now. I am still hesitant to put my real info out here because of my job. I am a teacher. In this day and age of progressivism, if I were gay, transgender, black, or a communist that would … Continue reading This is Today: November 11
And the soul still burns. By now, the goat has moved from stunned surprise to acknowledgement of imminent demise. Its grip on life is as tenuous as social media's grip on reality. Death is but a heartbeat away. Capitalism vs. Socialism. Spoiler: Socialism loses, badly. Socialism is mechanized and rigid. It grows roots and pushes … Continue reading Sacrifice the Goat (pt. 2): To the Bone
The goat walked down the path and looked carefully from side to side. It was only a goat, and the world was ever so big. Every tree seemed to spring forward with alarming force. The leaves were angry fists, shaking in the wind. Even the wind whispered warning, and the sun was a spotlight on … Continue reading Sacrifice the Goat (Part 1)
It keeps coming up, every year, like a very lazy, but consistent, gopher. Of course, like all holidays it is profitable catalyst for the various businesses and industries that prey on nostalgia, veiled acrimony, and pregnant guilt. Mother's Day! Actually, if you look at my post from last year, you will see that the name … Continue reading Mother’s Day, again
Those were the words that rang in the minds of His followers. The men and women He had led were now bereft of love beyond compare. Dreams of the future were quickly turning into nightmares. His death spoke ominously of their own prospects. It meant something powerful to them. Does it to us? Or is … Continue reading He’s Dead
If you have sixteen strangers stranded on an island, and you really want them to kill each other, what do you do? The easiest thing is to give half of them headbands with the word privilege printed prominently on the surface. Words are so powerful, and that power is so easily overlooked. It is easier … Continue reading Why privilege?