Schedule
Past
- Shroyer Interview
Future
- Betting w/ Barnes
Book Recommendation: Why Nations Fail https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12158480-why-nations-fail?
Art of the Day: Night Warning, a poem by my sister referenced in my eulogy.
Tears are falling
From Heaven tonight
Cry for the homeless
Cry for the finite
Listen to the silent
Prodding to unite
In the pale moonlight
For death will have come
And gone at midnight
Stop while you can
Look for the light
Don’t sell your soul
For your birthright
Whispering Angels
Say Goodnight.
Wisdom of the Day: "Just Martha It." Coworkers of my sister, Martha.
The Library
- RFK Hearing: Democrats Destroy Themselves
- Tulsi challenges Deep State
- Kash’s cinematic debut
- Nominee success
- DOJ FBI firings
- Peace possibilities
- Trump alternatives
- Democratic disarray
- Education disaster
- DEI died
Top 10 Cases TBD Sunday
- FBI Frameup
- FISA Unconstitutional
- New Orleans Sued
- 2nd Amendment Win
- Bureaucrats Sue Trump
- Democrats Sue Trump
- Sanctuary City Sued
- Right to Teach at Beach
- AI Copyright
- Porn Copyright Trolls
Closing Argument: My Eulogy for My Sister
- Martha was the best of us, and always will be. My Whispering Angel is gone, but lives on in all that knew her.
- I lay on the couch uncontrollably in distress when my sister Martha came into the living room. She asked what was wrong. I explained my life was over. She inquired gently why. I explained that the love of my life, Amy Davidson, was leaving. As she consoled me, she reminded me of critical context: I was 8 years old. As my young mind pondered it and reflected upon her proverbial wisdom, I realized maybe she was right; maybe my life wasn’t over quite yet.
- I owe my success in life to her. As a teenager, she went to bat for me, believing in me beyond my own self-belief. She lobbied David Brock, of the candy company, to enroll me at the elite local private school as an 11thgrader with a full scholarship. I only found out later no student had ever been given a scholarship so late at the school. But her insistence couldn’t be denied, and she got me that scholarship. Unsurprising since as a five-year old, her little notes left in my Dad’s shoes to stop smoking convinced him to stop, likely extending his life by a decade or more, and giving me the chance to know him before his passing when I was 11. She then made a desk for me out of plywood and file cabinets, though no one knew her to be a carpenter by trade. It’s still my favorite desk to this day. I only survived because of her. After my Dad died, she went to work on double shifts and triple shifts at difficult jobs to make sure we could afford to stay in the home we lived.
- She knew this community well, often gave me feedback on issues and topics, and truly appreciated this community’s concerns for her. A few months back, as she lay in a hospital bed aware she may not make it much longer, she took the time to call me as I lay in a hospital bed to encourage me. That is who she always was: encouraging us to seek the better angels of our nature, to care for family, to look out for friends, and to be our best selves. Her incorrigible smile put your heart at ease. Her coworkers turned her name into a verb: to solve a problem, to help someone in distress, to champion a cause against long odds – that was to “Martha” the problem. “Just Martha It.”
- She was the best of us, and always will be. My Whispering Angel is gone, but lives on in all that knew her. Remember the next time you face distress, difficulty or long odds, to Just Martha It.
