Inside-Out Morality: The Art of Public Shaming

  There I was, waiting for my order at Starbucks, minding my very own business when a fellow walked in with a girl. I smelled him before I saw him. Not that he smelled bad. He didn’t at all. It’s just that he must’ve used half-a-bottle of after-shave. He was tall and had a receding [Read More...]

Expecting a Political Messiah

TillDawn

  She sat in the pastor’s office, a blubbering heap. I just don’t know what we will do now, she cried. Pastor wasn’t quite sure what had prompted this woman’s breakdown. Was a family member sick? Were there marriage problems? Had a child gone prodigal? Gently, he inquired, What’s the matter?  Clinton won the election! [Read More...]


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