My name is Marius!
Oh? You find it strange, do you, that a dark-skinned boy in this Judean outpost would boast a Roman name? Well, let me tell you, my friend, the explanation is simple enough. You see, my father was a Centurion, or I should say, one of three Centurions, for they all kept my moth...
Joe Baker had known a few hellions in his time. After all, you didn’t run a Boys & Girls Club for ten years without tangling with the very best. But he had to admit that a pug-nosed redhead by the name of Danny McLeod was one of a kind.
For openers, the kid had elevated profanity to a fine art o...
One bright morning in September, one of America’s towering landmarks would be leveled by an international terrorist sect, an invader that had been sheltered by one rogue state and tacitly supported by others, an invader that had made a mockery of our sense of decency and, indeed, taken every tactica...
A prominent segment of America?s twenty and thirty-somethings can be likened to intellectual and emotional androids, conditioned to be correctly liberal in all things. They have long since dropped the torch of freedom. Theirs is not to reason why on any issue, but to regurgitate the fantasy-based va...
Most of us are familiar with the minstrel shows of the nineteenth century, those tasteless displays of humor-in-blackface that would distort public perception of African-Americans for generations to come.
While the minstrels themselves may have faded into history, they have left enduring footprint...