And we were born to bring it. — History has seen an endless slew of revolutions, but I know only two acknowledged times of Renaissance. Noting these, I see a pattern that must soon repeat. I was born to bring it on, but first, I’ll point it out. Dark Age + Plague = Renaissance In the 1300s, it was the literal Dark Ages that…

Would that they were real. Would that more among us would aspire to their zeal. — They called me Father Solomon back in southern Miss. Never made the priesthood, but folk were sure I would. “I can’t wait to hear you preach!” our principal proclaimed. Maybe that was prophecy, but no one said I’d be Catholic. Truth be told, I chafed at the thought of leading…

As we have before. We will play to win the day and end the age of war. — A Classical creation myth recounts the tale of grand divines who reigned before the venerated Olympian gods. Their king feared his ending, so he feasted on his young until a feat of cunning freed them all to mount a holy coup. This was not the first time the old gods…

A tragedy of trickle-down truth. — The Netflix dramedy Don’t Look Up has inspired quite a lot of takes since crashing onto our screens in late 2021. The best of them commiserate with the film’s beleaguered leads, but in doing so, they tend to repeat the leads’ mistake. I indulged the same deception not too long…

Let us catch you up. — In 2016, the Russian Regime struck a decisive blow against the plutocratic power some still call “United States.” Without a single shot fired, they hobbled and humbled their rival realm by placing an ally to their interests in the Oval Office. Of course, there was no backlash as there’s no…

A reprieve from corporate propaganda — I’ve been a loyal anime fan for as long as I can remember. From Mississippi minor to Florida fanatic — through the trials between and since — I’ve always had the solace of shonen to keep me fighting forward. …

And three proposed responses — There have been times throughout my life — some of them shockingly recent — when my first thought on waking each day is, “Dammit! Still alive.” It’s a feeling I share with those behind whole genres of humor, whose punchlines echo Squidward’s deadpan, “Too bad that didn’t kill me.” Our…