Helen’s Razor and the Tragedy of Idiotic Choices
I feel like there is a certain comfort in believing in malevolence. To think that some cabal of conniving overlords is plotting the slow erosion of our…
September 26, 2026
The Organization Is the Grant Proposal
September 25, 2026
The Cultivation of Discernment
September 20, 2026
At This Point, Prepping Means Community Building
September 13, 2026
The Diary of Anne …
September 10, 2026
Creditism Wasn’t the Mistake. Centralizing Credit Was.
September 9, 2026
Relational Wealth; How Wealthy Are You?
August 30, 2026
The Road to Perdition
August 30, 2026
Are You Compassionate?
September 26, 2026
The Organization Is the Grant Proposal
September 25, 2026
The Cultivation of Discernment
September 20, 2026
At This Point, Prepping Means Community Building
September 13, 2026
The Diary of Anne …
September 10, 2026
Creditism Wasn’t the Mistake. Centralizing Credit Was.
September 9, 2026
Relational Wealth; How Wealthy Are You?
August 30, 2026
The Road to Perdition
August 30, 2026
Are You Compassionate?
I feel like there is a certain comfort in believing in malevolence. To think that some cabal of conniving overlords is plotting the slow erosion of our…
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There are books that enter the public square with a quiet nudge, and there are books that kick the door wide open. G. Edward Griffin’s The Creature…
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There was a time when the answer to nearly every human problem was money. Need a roof? Pay someone. Need food? Pay someone. Need to feel less…
The kings are dead, but their castles remain. They hover above us, not in stone fortresses but in glass towers and on distant servers, humming with the…
The wind blew cold from the west and I sat in the coffee shop staring out the dusty pane at the people moving in their little blinks…
There were towers in the city. Concrete towers. Glass towers. Towers that rose like teeth from the earth, biting at the sky. Some of them were crooked,…