Preston’s Blog

Yesterday, I went to the garage to find a zip-tie. I stopped to stare at my mountain bike—orange frame of aluminum and composites, blue wheels, Crank Brothers hubs. I suspect my last ride has occurred.

I noticed my left foot felt weird. Within an hour or so, my pain levels skyrocketed. I lost much of my left foot’s function. Soon, my left leg and hip were involved.

So, what posture do we adopt when the world goes bonkers?

It’s called the Equality Act. There is nothing equal about the bill-set-to-become law.

Is there any benchmark? Any standard? This is a crazy storm? I need an anchor.

In four or five weeks, after I’ve cleaned up the kitchen, and drunk my bourbon, I will place my gathered materials before me on my desk and cry unintelligible sounds before God-my-maker. What is there to say? To do? My heart will confess my sin, forced though it is, as my soul wretches in shame at what I’m required to do.

The national debate over abortion centers on two perspectives: 1) Is it a woman’s right to have an abortion? 2) Is the fetus a pregnant woman carries a human being or a lump of tissue?