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  Mmmmhhfff, yuck—that decidedly past-prime odor enveloping life in hyper-woke, hyper-amped 21st-century America! What in the world could it be? What in the world could it not be, I meekly inquire about the cow pasture we have come, curiously, to call our culture: a name... Read More →

  The little girl broke free from her parents and made a beeline for the foot of the Cross. She couldn’t have been more than four years old, but she clearly knew where she wanted to be. Standing in the chamber in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem, while the Greek... Read More →