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ROBERT L. MARONIC: Pope Leo XIV Needs To Shut Up About The US-Israeli War Against Genocidal Iran – Part I

It is estimated that an unbelievable 30,000 to 36,000 teenage, young, and middle-aged protesters were shot dead with impunity or executed in the streets of Iran on January 8 and 9. The nationwide protests began incrementally and accelerated...

BECKY MAUPIN: Still Tired?

“There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be...

BOB BROWN: The Great Unhinging: A Clinical Emergency

We live in an age where the "tranquility of trivia"—a peace bought with endless, unimportant...

ROBERT L. MARONIC: The First Lady Of New York City Is A Vile Anti-Semite – Part II

According to the New York Post, Duwaji posted seventy times where she “took extreme positions against Israel and its supporters,” according to...

ROBERT L. MARONIC: The First Lady Of New York City Is A Vile Anti-Semite – Part I

I read a despondent article in The New York Post entitled, “Mamdani’s Wife Rama Duwaji Liked Post Calling Oct....

The Care and Tending of Our Hearts by Gary Robbins

I remember watching Oksana Baiul skate one night on TV about fifteen years ago.  An incredible figure skater, Oksana had won the World Figure...

Blood in the Valley: Traditional Knowledge and a Compelling Spring Wildflower

by H. Bruce Rinker, Ph.D. One of my favorite early-spring native wildflowers is bloodroot.  As the phoebe begins to sing and nest, the soil...

Walking Each Other Home

by Lucky Garvin I met her late in her life.  They had known about the mass in her belly for about a year.  `Only a...

Anthony’s Doughnuts

by Leigh Sackett My son has discovered the joy of cooking. He has always (like most children) loved mixing potions, but the wonderful local...

How to Raise Money for Good Causes

by Hayden Hollingsworth Money is on everyone’s mind these days and none more so than charitable organizations.  The federal government, every state assembly, and...

Just Another Night in Kharbarovsk

by John Robinson “NYSHA, NYSHA!” Osetta repeats again, her high-pitched wail directed toward the keyhole in the heavy, dented steel door. “NYSHA, NYSHA!” This has...