Too much bad news, bunkie? Look out for your own with the dollar store sex toy challenge.

When the kids are away, dad and mom should make time to play.

When the kids are away, dad and mom should make time to play.

Church Sunday, to cleanse the palate of all that news, a fun way to make the most of your marriage:

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A year later, what’s the #Libertarian stand on the #PlannedParenthood videos? Blank out.

If you look into a mirror and discover a ghoul glowering back at you, what should you do? Ask @YaronBrook. He’s got experience with that kind of thing.

If you look into a mirror and discover a ghoul glowering back at you, what should you do? Ask @YaronBrook. He’s got experience with that kind of thing.

Church Sunday: A year after the Planned Parenthood videos, where do big-foot libertarians stand? Blank out.

I’ve written a ton on the subject. Who else has?

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Dallas = Orlando = Boston = Aurora: How ‪‎feminism‬ spawns spree-killers.

Attention-seeking time bombs...

Attention-seeking time bombs…

Comes this week yet another spree-killing, this time a massacre of Dallas cops. As the headline indicates, I think these guys are more alike than they are different, and their differences – Islam, race, sexual politics – come down to pretexts. They are attention-seeking time bombs.

Hence Church Sunday, a clip from last October: Spree-killers in six minutes: Under-fathered, over-medicated, involuntarily celibate and universally rejected. Feminism kills fatherhood – and under-fathered boys sometimes kill indiscriminately.

The saddest news of all? There are by now too many of these wretches to take note of or remember. Less a blaze of glory than a brief spark of ignominy, soon supplanted by the next flash in the pan. The pretext meant nothing all along, but in the end the act itself means nothing – nothing beyond the pain inflicted on innocents in a failed bid for notoriety.

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Freedom? From what? Pursue your own independence!

Church Sunday: “Devoured by local predators only!” is not a proud boast.

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Welcoming Sebastian: Birthing civilization anew with a brand new baby boychild.

If you can stick out your tongue at will, you can perform brain surgery. It’s all just a matter of learning how.

If you can stick out your tongue at will, you can perform brain surgery. It’s all just a matter of learning how.

Birthing a child is one of the biggest bets you can make on the future, a gamble my niece and nephew Maddie and Tim Brannum just took on in the form of a brand new baby boy named Sebastian.

I got to meet him last night, when he was about 18 hours old. An engaged and engaging mind. I got him to play a stick-out-your-tongue mimicry game, the youngest kid I’ve ever done that with. That’s voluntary muscle control plus interactive play, all-the-way human from the first bat of his eyelashes. Just as with older children learning to make hand signals, which we discussed a few weeks ago, if you can stick out your tongue at will, you can perform brain surgery. It’s all just a matter of learning how.

We take up the risks and salutary consequences of giving birth in this week’s Church of Splendor homily:

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In my high school comedy of manners, #Trump would be the goofy kid-brother stalking horse for #Cruz.

Who wants to buy ‘Frankenstein’ retold as a high school farce?

Photo by: Peter Stevens

From December 10, 2015:

Call this a movie treatment. I’ll flesh it out and make it farcical fiction when somebody’s check clears the bank. For now, the bare bones:

Act I: Donald Trump is looking for a way too goose his reality TV franchise when Ted Cruz comes to him with a bold plan: Trump is to run for President as Cruz’ stalking horse, yielding his support to him before the GOP Convention. Trump agrees on the condition that he can later repackage his campaign as television: Presidential Apprentice.

Act II: Trump clowns it up – since he’s making television – and Cruz clamps it down, acting like the Captain of the football team indulging his goofy kid brother. But where both expect the clowning to flame out in short order, instead it grows to a conflagration. And since Trump is built to believe nothing but his own bullshit…

Act III: Life will be what it turns out to be be, but imagination is what you want to have happen. That’s masturbatory, if all you’re doing is indulging yourself. But fiction can present a simulated future that spares you the pain of living through that reality.

So: Trump cannot prevail in this story, since he is an inherently tragic figure, the unloved love child of Aeschylus and Oscar Wilde.

Cruz should win in the end, given the idea of benedy, but since he is being creepily crafty in Act I, I will want to see him prevail by means of the moral improvement he masters in Act II.

That’s benedy as farce, and I can think of a dozen different ways to write it – with my favorite being as a high school comedy of manners.

Do send that check if you’d like to see more, but, in the mean time consider this:

What if this scenario is not fiction?

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For Father’s Day, here’s why fathers matter most: Doing the jobs only dads can do.

Screen Shot 2016-06-20 at 8.16.24 AMFathers should learn how to change diapers? No. Fathers are tasked to learn how to change the world.

Church this week:

It’s not defended in the video, but the argument undergirding this is that all of civility – the stuff of civilization – emerges from fatherhood.

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