Tag: politics
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Paradigms Lost- Guest Post
Welcome again Doug to my blog. He sent me a post, wondering if I would be interested, and I was. I’m not a political person, but it’s hard to avoid politics right now. I did vote – I always do – but not for either of the Big 2 candidates. That said, when Trump won,…
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Trust and Misgivings
I just got home from voting. For the first time in my adult memory, I’m not wearing my sticker. I have mixed feelings about today. I’m not political. I work hard at that, sometimes. It’s so tempting.. but then I look up, from the local folks who are trying to keep the town we live…
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I’m Not Feeling It/I’m Feeling It
This is probably the first time that the First Reader and I have done the same post, but different viewpoints. So what you’re reading is first Sanford, then Cedar. Here’s our Fourth of July thoughts. Happy Independence Day! Sanford Today is the fourth day of July in the year 2016. I am normally excited by…
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A Drive in the Country
I’ve been busy this morning. But as I finished up with the project I was working on, and got ready to dive into writing, I remembered that I needed to blog! I have a really good series planned, in conjunction with the First Reader – we laid it out and talked it through during a…
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Curmudgeon’s Corner: BFP War Party
This Blast from the Past was originally published in September 2012 at Classical Values. The War Party by Sanford Begley I’ve been listening to both sides since 9/11/01. There is a group who want to go to war with Islam, a group who want to ignore it and hope it goes away, and a group…
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Guest Post by Declan Finn
Please welcome a young upstart author to my blog. We decided we’d swap, today. So here’s Declan Finn, talking about pacing. In return, you can find me talking about politics, fiction, and how much I hate combining them at Declan’s blog, A Pius Man. You can find his Amazon author page here, with a handy…
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Beyond Echo Chambers to the Screaming Mob
This is the byproduct of a conversation with the First Reader about the events of the day. We did something that ought to be empowering and satisfying, and both of us were happy, in a way, to have done it. We went and voted. Not together, schedules didn’t allow. But when we had a moment…