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As Secularism and Islam continue to spread through our country like this unwelcome stain on my fresh dungarees, I can’t help but wonder: as a finely-mustached Christian Dad and avid bird watcher, what will I do if I lose all of my binocular privileges in prison? I fear this...
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I am most happy when I am sitting at my desk, drinking a Dixie cup overflowing with root beer, eating a heaping pile of pancakes, and playing with my The Sims family: the Jeffersons. This is my “Me time.” This is where I can be Teddy Cruz again, not...
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I’m a nice guy. That’s why I only play nice guys or slightly illiterate guys in my movies. I also don’t ask for much. Seriously though, aside from being served a piping hot breakfast every morning at 8 AM, there are very few official requests I have made in...
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The first time I realized that I got a sparkly, brand-new dad every morning, I must have been six or seven. My dad would always wake up covered in a thin varnish of wax, shining like a new pair of sneakers. He always had that “New Dad Smell,” and...
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It’s time for me to come clean — like those little knobs on my wife’s sock drawer that she polishes every night before bed. I must confess to you all that I’ve never used one of those self-inflating rafts. I’ve been living with this burden for upwards of forty...
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I used to spend hours upon hours wrestling with the concept of “Predestination.” If God had chosen me before the foundations of the earth, does that nullify my free will? Did I choose to believe in Christ, or is belief itself a good work that cannot be done apart...
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I’d like us all to reflect on the media’s obsession with Donald Trump, the “Human Clickbait.” We all know that a simple name-drop of Donald J. Trump, our 45th President of the United States, will immediately garner attention and clicks, and this unfortunately skews the motivation of the news media...
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He leaves his brown pew and meanders to the front of the church, head hanging low and disgusting sheets of paper oozing from his plain, old hands. The groans of the congregation turn to audible hum’s as he gathers his thoughts and raises the mic that is about to absorb...
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No matter what everyone says — my friends, my wife, my kids, my dogs, the tape I listen to at night, those stray cats, my yoga instructor, my reflection in the mirror — I’m going to give it the ol’ “JD Hall Best” and play a few snaps for the Atlanta...
As Secularism and Islam continue to spread through our country like this unwelcome stain on my fresh dungarees, I can’t help but wonder: as a finely-mustached Christian Dad and avid bird watcher, what will I do if I lose all of my binocular privileges in prison? I fear this...
I am most happy when I am sitting at my desk, drinking a Dixie cup overflowing with root beer, eating a heaping pile of pancakes, and playing with my The Sims family: the Jeffersons. This is my “Me time.” This is where I can be Teddy Cruz again, not...
I’m a nice guy. That’s why I only play nice guys or slightly illiterate guys in my movies. I also don’t ask for much. Seriously though, aside from being served a piping hot breakfast every morning at 8 AM, there are very few official requests I have made in...
The first time I realized that I got a sparkly, brand-new dad every morning, I must have been six or seven. My dad would always wake up covered in a thin varnish of wax, shining like a new pair of sneakers. He always had that “New Dad Smell,” and...
It’s time for me to come clean — like those little knobs on my wife’s sock drawer that she polishes every night before bed. I must confess to you all that I’ve never used one of those self-inflating rafts. I’ve been living with this burden for upwards of forty...
I used to spend hours upon hours wrestling with the concept of “Predestination.” If God had chosen me before the foundations of the earth, does that nullify my free will? Did I choose to believe in Christ, or is belief itself a good work that cannot be done apart...
I’d like us all to reflect on the media’s obsession with Donald Trump, the “Human Clickbait.” We all know that a simple name-drop of Donald J. Trump, our 45th President of the United States, will immediately garner attention and clicks, and this unfortunately skews the motivation of the news media...
He leaves his brown pew and meanders to the front of the church, head hanging low and disgusting sheets of paper oozing from his plain, old hands. The groans of the congregation turn to audible hum’s as he gathers his thoughts and raises the mic that is about to absorb...
No matter what everyone says — my friends, my wife, my kids, my dogs, the tape I listen to at night, those stray cats, my yoga instructor, my reflection in the mirror — I’m going to give it the ol’ “JD Hall Best” and play a few snaps for the Atlanta...
"Thanks a lot, Kirk." ...
Wow....