Do Something Sacred

  When I went to Vietnam the one thing that disturbed me was the way the Vietnamese exploited their own children for the sake of a dollar. I encountered girls as young as 7 or 8 out on the streets of Saigon (nobody but the press calls it Ho Chi Minh City. HCMC ┬áis a [Read More…]

Our Daily Bread

  You’d think by now I’d be accustomed to the way that consumers can corrupt Christianity but then, again, I’ve always been a slow-learner. I’m pretty sure this isn’t what the Bible means by Daily Bread but Burnt Impressions is less concerned with the ethics behind hawking Jesus, and far more interested in making dough. [Read More…]