Ol’ Tin Cup

I saw it again this morning—a protester in $180 athleisure, hoisting a “NO BORDERS” sign outside a neighborhood wrapped tighter than a Vatican vault. The kind of zip code where you need a retinal scan to borrow sugar. It’s always the same song with these folks: open the floodgates, let the world in, humanity has […]

My boy’s in high school now, God help him. Came home talking about “decolonizing calculus,” which sounds less like math and more like a ransom note from the teachers union. Kid can’t balance a checkbook or find the square root of nine, but he can crank out a ten-page essay on gender roles in The