On Free Speech, Strength, and the Quiet Work of Faith

This isn’t an attack piece. It’s an observation. I’m not saying one side is always right and the other is always wrong. Extremes exist on every side. My goal is to look at the differences in how we respond, what that reveals about us, and where we might find a better way forward.

When Jimmy Kimmel’s show was pulled after his comments about Charlie Kirk, a lot of people rushed to cry censorship and assault on free speech. That same chorus was mostly silent when conservatives like Sage Steele, Ilya Shapiro, Lara Logan, and others faced suspensions or firings for their remarks. Suddenly the principle is applied selectively. When it suits the narrative, it is a constitutional crisis. When it does not, it is simply “consequences.”

That inconsistency wears people thin. It is not about defending everything someone says. It is about calling out a double standard and asking why the rules change depending on the political team involved.

There is another difference worth noticing: how people respond. When conservative figures are canceled, the reaction tends to be quiet. Prayer. Reflection. Legal action in some cases. A painted rock on a campus. Even when that rock was vandalized at UNCW, there were no riots. That is not to say every conservative behaves this way. Extremes exist on every side. Conservatives, too, have had moments when anger turned destructive. January 6th is proof enough of that.

Contrast that with what we saw after George Floyd’s death. An understandable rush of outrage began peacefully for many, then in places it spilled into riots with widespread property damage and chaos. The media framed some of that coverage as “mostly peaceful.” But to be fair, anger spilling into the streets is not new, and not exclusive to the left. The LA riots of the 1990s after the Rodney King verdict showed how communities, often feeling unheard for decades, can erupt in destructive ways. Both then and now, the pain behind the anger was real, and so was the damage left in its wake.

I want to be absolutely clear: I condemn violence of any kind against anyone. Violence is never helpful. It never solves the underlying problems. It hurts communities, ruins livelihoods, and sets back the work of justice. Peaceful protest, accountability, and lawful action are the right tools. Violence is not.

And we need to remember none of this is new. Violence and upheaval have marked our nation’s history. Lincoln’s assassination. JFK’s assassination. The public outcry over the war in Vietnam. The protests and counter-protests around the Iraq War. Local violence and national disruption are not unique to this moment. The difference today is how quickly we hear about it and how instantly it spreads. In the past, it might take days or weeks for news to reach the public. Now, it takes seconds. Social media pours gasoline on every spark.

That speed changes everything. It shapes how fast people get outraged, how quickly someone is “canceled,” and how little time we give for facts or reflection. And it doesn’t just affect politics; it’s reshaping our kids. When their heads are buried in screens, every moment becomes urgent, every drama feels world-ending, and every post teaches them that likes and outrage matter more than truth.

This is where parenting comes back in. We need to pull our kids away from the endless scroll. Limit the screen time. Get them outside in the dirt. Bring them back to the kitchen table where real conversations happen, where respect is taught, and where they learn that life isn’t about chasing the latest uproar but about building character and living with integrity.

Think about the parents who turned their own son in. Imagine the strength that required. Imagine the heartbreak. They did what was right even though it would destroy them. That is the essence of responsible parenting. And it is what our culture is desperate for: parents who guide, correct, and raise children to be adults, not entitled tyrants.

But here’s the tension: quiet endurance has dignity, but silence also has a cost. If we never speak up, never show up, never cast a vote, we let louder voices decide the future for us. Strength isn’t just in reflection; it’s also in responsible action. That can look like parenting with courage, serving your neighbor, or yes, even showing up at the polls.

And this is where I land every time: we can’t fix this from the top down. Culture doesn’t change in the halls of power first. It changes in the heart. It changes in the home. And for me, it always circles back to faith.

The Bible isn’t meant to be skimmed like a headline. It takes time, study, and reflection. If we only ever read it at face value, we’d miss its depth and even twist it into harm. True understanding requires humility and a willingness to let it shape us.

Some people live out their faith loudly by preaching, singing, and proclaiming from the rooftops. Others, like me, walk it out more quietly. Neither way is wrong. What matters is that it’s genuine, that it leads us toward Christ, and that it helps us listen for that still, small voice inside us that whispers right and wrong.

My invitation isn’t to take my word for it, or anyone else’s. It’s to open the Bible and get in the Scripture yourself. Sit with it. Wrestle with it. Reflect honestly. Let it speak not just to the world around you, but to the world within you. Because until hearts are changed, no policy, no protest, and no cancellation will ever fix what’s broken.

The Drift (and Other Glamorous Tales of Being a Functional Adult)

It’s that weird part of summer when everything slows down, most of us are ready for fall, but nothing really stops. The news cycles aren’t as exciting, Congress bails, and social media goes into its quiet-quit era. Everyone’s on vacation or talking about needing one, and I’m over here applauding myself for remembering to brush my teeth before noon.

In this silence, however, my brain turns up the volume.

Let’s be clear: I’m not in crisis. I’m also not in the “sure, let’s schedule drinks next week” frame of mind. I know how to look like I’m functioning. I smile, I say I’m “just tired,” and I power through the day like a Temu Roomba that just keeps bumping into furniture and hoping no one looks too closely at the floor.

I see the rut. I feel it. I know it’s there. I’ve turned it over and over and over again in my mind. I even have these little flashes of motivation where I think, “I should really do something about this.” And then I don’t. Not because I’m lazy (though I absolutely am when the mood hits) but because I’m just…worn out. Like mentally reheating the same leftovers and wondering why they don’t taste good anymore.

It’s honestly kind of cruel to be this self-aware and still stuck. I’m not spiraling, I’m stagnating with full consciousness.

I know what the internet tells me: Romanticize your life! Drink lemon water! Buy a new planner! Manifest your best self! I’ve read the posts. I’ve saved the reels. I’ve bought the overpriced pens. I still forget what I’m fixing halfway through the day and end up folding socks like I’m solving a mystery.

And the truth is, the rut isn’t even loud. It’s not chaos or breakdowns, it’s just quiet. Just an undercurrent of meh that slinks across the days.

It looks like dishes that get done eventually.

Like crying in the shower because it’s the only place no one expects anything from you.

Like realizing your idea of “doing something for yourself” is sitting in your car in total silence for six minutes before walking inside.

Also, it’s July 27th, and I just took down my Fourth of July decorations. I’m calling that an accomplishment. It’s giving “patriotism meets procrastination,” and honestly? It kind of slaps. I actually invented procrastination. Did you know that?

So no, I don’t have a plan. I don’t have a color coded path to what’s next. I have a half-finished to-do list, a weird urge to cry every time I see a back-to-school ad, and a browser tab open for zinc supplements I will never purchase.

But I wrote this. I showed up. I said it out loud.

And if you’ve been feeling some version of this quietly stuck, low-key numb, weirdly aware of your own inertia, know you’re not broken. You’re not lazy. You’re not alone. You’re just human in a weird season. And this too shall pass.

I’m not here with answers. I’m just here too.

And maybe, for today, that’s enough.

Tomorrow can deal with itself.

Probably poorly, but with deodorant on. Progress. A win is a win.

Dignity, Distraction, and the Lights Going Out

While you were doomscrolling…

This week: a bold immigration reform bill from Rep. María Elvira Salazar, another round of Epstein drama, and a grim update on the U.S. power grid. We’re mad, but are we focusing on what actually sustains a functioning country?

1. A Bipartisan Policy Worth Paying Attention To

The DIGNITY Act (H.R. 4393), introduced by Reps. Salazar (R‑Fla.) and Escobar (D‑Texas), does what few bills do: couples real border enforcement with a structured, earned path to legal status. No blank checks. No free rides. And no federal benefits while enrolled in the program. Educate yourself here if you’re interested.

Bill summary – National Immigration Forum

Full text on Congress.gov

Here’s the shiny parts of what it proposes:

  • Funds tech, barriers and manpower to keep the border secure
  • Creates a renewable 7-year “Dignity Status” requiring tax restitution, work history, background checks, and no access to federal welfare
  • Provides a long-term pathway to citizenship (only after a second “Redemption” phase)
  • Funds the program through fines and fees, not new tax dollars.

This is thoughtful, balanced legislation. Even if it doesn’t pass, it proves that serious ideas still exist, and are worth rewarding. It’s almost like adults created it.

2. The Epstein List: Accountability or Distraction?

Let’s be honest: I’m nosy. I want the names. If Trump is there, I want to know. If Schumer or the Clintons are there, I really want to know. If anyone used access and wealth to exploit children, the public has a right to see them held accountable.

But at some point, we have to ask what we’re actually doing with this story.

Right now this feels less like a pursuit of justice and more like a nationwide obsession with scandal-as-sport. We meme it. We speculate.

We’ve all got something we care more about than average. That’s fair. But when the same scandal holds our attention for years, and without movement, we start losing perspective. Especially when it crowds out the quieter crises already taking root around us.

3. The Crisis Nobody’s Watching

Meanwhile, back in the real world, our electrical grid is limping toward collapse.

A recent report from the Department of Energy warns that blackouts in the U.S. could increase 100-fold by 2030 if no action is taken (DOE source). Some locations could see over 400 hours of outages per year, just as AI data centers, crypto farms, and EV demand begin to spike (E&E News).

And for those clinging to green energy as the silver bullet, we’re just not there yet.

Solar panels don’t install themselves. Wind turbines need diesel-powered cranes. Backup battery storage isn’t scalable enough for base load. Even your electric car plug-in depends on fossil fuels somewhere in the chain. Go figure that irony, right?

Think of it this way: we’re plugging in more and more appliances (EVs, AI servers, smart homes) but we haven’t upgraded the breaker box since the ’90s. Remember what I said about upgrading phones?

With close ties to the electric co-op community, I see this crisis up close. These workers aren’t just flipping switches. They’re holding up a system that most Americans don’t think twice about…until it fails.

So while we’re squinting at Epstein court docs like it’s the Da Vinci Code, I’m over here asking “who’s planning to keep the lights on”?

Caring about Epstein’s victims isn’t optional. Neither is caring about immigration reform. But if we don’t care about infrastructure, nothing else works. You don’t get legal hearings, accountability, online outrage (or groceries) without power.

Want to go deeper?

Full DIGNITY Act bill text – Congress.gov Bill Summary – National Immigration Forum DOE Resource Adequacy Report ASCE Infrastructure Report – Energy Section (PDF)

Grief, Politics, and the Glovebox Rant

Texas is underwater, the internet is unhinged, and Elon wants to start a party. Let’s unpack that.

I had planned to jump in with thoughts on the passing of the Big, Beautiful Bill, but the tragedy unfolding in Texas is heavy on my heart. It wasn’t that long ago Hurricane Helene brought flash floods and devastation to the western part of my home state of North Carolina. People are still recovering, so this one hit a little too close.

I cannot begin to fathom what the families in Texas are going through, and I’m thankful I can’t. Losing a loved one is devastating at any time. But for a parent to lose a child is a pain no one should ever have to endure. And when I say no one, I mean regardless of race, religion, or political affiliation.

Unfortunately, I’ve seen too many comments (like those from Sade Perkins and Christina Propst) that are vile, reprehensible, and completely out of line. The families living through this nightmare are at their lowest point. To suggest they deserved it because of how they voted, or because a girls’ camp was supposedly for “white-only Christians,” is beneath basic human decency.

This is the problem. When did disagreement start requiring cruelty? When did compassion become optional?

Merriam-Webster defines a natural disaster as “a sudden and terrible event in nature (such as a hurricane, tornado, or flood) that usually results in serious damage and many deaths.” Can we let that definition marinate for a second?

Do you hear yourselves when you suggest that voting for Trump means you voted for FEMA cuts, and therefore you caused the deaths in a flash flood? Or that if the missing girls were a different race, no one would be searching? I can’t wrap my head around it. Natural disasters happen every day around the world. Are you blaming voters in Japan for earthquakes? Who are you pointing fingers at when a volcano erupts in Indonesia?

This is the time to take off the boxing gloves. Or better yet just be quiet. There’s no benefit in turning grief into a campaign soundbite. Can tragedies spark important policy conversations? Sure. But right now, while families are mourning and children are missing, is not the time. Why does that even need to be said?


Now, shifting gears. Elon Musk appears to be testing the waters on a political party of his own. He posted this on X:

“Would you support a new centrist party that is not wedded to either the Democrat or Republican Party?”
@elonmusk on X, July 6, 2025

According to the poll that followed, 64% of over a million users said “yes.” Taking that at face value, and without knowing how many of those people are actual U.S. voters or even real accounts, I’m going to go ahead and say this probably doesn’t go far. We’ve seen this movie before. Third parties show up, flash for a minute, and fade out.

And honestly, I don’t think a two-party system is the issue. It’s the people who refuse to behave within it. (remember the rant I just went on?) This feels like a classic corporate tactic. Instead of dealing with the actual dysfunction, we just create a new “special projects” team and hope the problem moves over there quietly. Ignore it and maybe it will go away…


Now back to the BBB. If you missed it, it passed. And I’ll repeat what I’ve said before. Read it yourself. Don’t just skim headlines like “Millions to Lose Medicaid Benefits Under Trump’s Big, Ugly Bill” and call it a day. There’s nuance. There’s fine print. And a lot of the outrage relies on people not reading it at all.

Will some people lose benefits? Yes. Should they have had them in the first place? That’s debatable and worth its own conversation. Will there be collateral damage? There always is. But if we don’t make hard decisions now, cut where we should and fund what matters, we’ll sink the ship for everyone. And that includes me, come Social Security time.

Now for the part that may not sit well with everyone. I’m not mad about the changes coming to student loans and Pell Grants. Yes, they’re in the bill. And no, they’re not some act of cruelty. We should not have been handing out blank checks to fund six-figure degrees in fields that lead nowhere, then acting shocked when borrowers default. That’s not compassion. It’s bad math. And that irony is not lost on me with the push for higher education.

Borrow only what you need. Get a degree that leads somewhere. Go to work. Wait tables in the meantime. There’s no federal income tax on tips anymore.

Ceasefires, Side-Eyes, and the Big, Beautiful Bill

When last we spoke, Trump was dropping f-bombs on live TV. That was less than a week ago.
Read that again. Less than a week ago.

The mission into Iran was clearly just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to wins from the rest of the week. The good news? The ceasefire seems to be holding, and President Trump is heading into Independence Day riding a wave of victories.

With everything moving fast, here are a few headlines I think are worth commenting on:


Daddy’s Home

You knew I was going to start here. There was no way I wouldn’t.

Another line of cringeworthy awkwardness that ended up being hilarious. If you missed it (though I’m not sure how), NATO Secretary-General Mark Rutte referred to Trump as “Daddy” in response to comments the president made about the squabbling between Israel and Iran.

To paraphrase: Trump said, “They’re like kids in a schoolyard. Let them fight it out and get it out of their system for a bit. Then you step in and stop it.”

Insert Rutte’s comment here.

All of our inner 12-year-olds came out in that moment—and honestly, same.


The Big, Beautiful Bill

There’s a lot to unpack here, so I’ll keep it simple for now. Congress needs to pass it. These topics could (and probably will) be expanded on later, so consider this a first pass.

  • Medicare/Medicaid cuts – Am I concerned? No. Able-bodied individuals need to work. Period. It’s not the responsibility of taxpayers to fund a program riddled with fraud and overrun by people who just don’t want to work. I’ve seen firsthand how Medicaid gets abused—and it’s infuriating. These programs should be for people who actually need help, not those trying to “stick it to the man” while draining resources.
  • Immigration – Yes, I support additional ICE funding and finishing the wall. Name one other country where you can stroll in and overstay your welcome like we’ve seen here the last few years. You can’t.
    Do I think the pathway to citizenship should be easier? Absolutely. We’ve got the best intel and technology in the world—use it to weed out the bad actors faster and help the good ones get here legally.
    Do I love the “gold card” idea? Not really. “Bring us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses,” remember that? Yeah. That. And if you’re someone who doesn’t lean right, that’s okay. You don’t have to agree with every solution to acknowledge the problem. We should be able to talk about fixing a broken system without immediately being labeled one thing or another.
  • Air-traffic control – Yes. That’s it. Just yes. We upgrade our phones every two years—why is our air traffic system still running on technology from the Cold War era? Call me crazy, but I think the skies deserve an update.

This is a 940-page beast that’s being read aloud in Congress as we speak. If you want to experience the worst storytime ever, CSPAN has you covered. Or go to congress.gov and read through it yourself. Either way, it’s worth getting ahead of the game and educating yourself.


NYC Mayoral Race

I don’t live in New York City. I can’t afford it, and frankly, I’m not sure I’d like it anyway. I’ve visited once. It’s long been seen as the place to be once you’ve “made it.” A melting pot—which is great. We like folks from all walks of life… as long as they’re here legally and pulling their weight. Aka: paying taxes. Aka: funding all these “free” programs Mamdani is pitching.

Childcare, busses, grocery stores? It’s starting to feel like a presidential campaign—and news flash, even if he’s elected, he won’t have the authority to do half of what he’s promising. One could argue this is actually a gift to the Republican party. Kinda like when the Dems ran Hillary.

To be clear, I’m not saying Democrats don’t have good ideas. I’m saying some of the loudest ones aren’t offering practical ones. If you’ve ever felt politically homeless, you’re not alone. It’s possible to want safety, fairness, and fiscal sanity all at the same time.

My point is: America is watching. Most of us may not live there, but many would like to visit—and we’d prefer to feel safe doing it. If I get mugged, I doubt a social worker will be the solution in that moment.

So here’s a free tip for the Democratic party: if you want to hand Republicans the keys for the next 50 years, keep letting people like Mamdani and AOC lead your message.
The silent (yes, I know I’m not exactly silent) majority isn’t buying it. And while nobody loves a “lesser of two evils” situation, we’ll still show up—especially if it means voting against socialism in a hoodie.

He Dropped an F-Bomb, We Dropped a Real One, and I’m Still Team USA

So, Trump said fuck. Out loud (I’m a fan). On stage. Into a mic. And it almost grabbed more attention than the real bombs we dropped a few hours earlier. I happened to see it live, and later saw one commenter chimed in with, “Real good example for the kids.”

Whose kids are watching the news at 7:00 a.m. on a Tuesday, Margaret? Have you heard the music they’re listening to?

Let me say this plainly: I support Trump—and conservatives in general. Not 100% of the time, but a respectable 88–96%, depending on the issue. But I digress. I also reserve the right to call any of them out when needed. That’s how real adults behave. If you’re looking for a cult, I’m not into that sort of thing. And if you’re pretending presidents never curse, bless your heart.

I’m obviously not mad he said it. I’m not even surprised. It was the highlight of my day and put an exclamation mark on exactly how—and why—he got elected. Where else but the United States of America is a billionaire president more relatable to the average working person than half the career politicians who haven’t pumped their own gas since the 1980s?

What I am surprised by is how many people are more rattled by a word than they are by policy failures, open borders, or being told inflation isn’t real while staring at five-dollar eggs.

With all the noise and distractions out there, we’re still the greatest country in the world. Period. But somewhere along the way, common sense got labeled “radical,” and asking questions became hate speech. Two polar opposite ends—who make up maybe 15% of the population—started making decisions for the true majority, who are just trying to survive and are nowhere near at each other’s throats like they’d have you believe.

That’s not normal. And it doesn’t have to stay this way.

If you’re conservative, welcome. If you’re liberal, welcome. If you’re somewhere in between, rolling your eyes at both sides—pull up a chair. I’m not here to echo a party line. I’m here to say the quiet part out loud, wherever the truth leads.

So yeah, I’ll laugh when Trump lets one rip in a speech. I’ll roll my eyes when the left loses its mind over it. And I’ll keep believing that most Americans—left, right, or in between—are tired of being told what to think by people who can’t even tell the truth.

You don’t have to agree with me. But if you’re looking for a little honesty, some healthy skepticism, and the occasional well-timed eye roll—pull up a chair.

This party’s just getting started.