It had the potential for disaster. Continue reading →
Like it or not, the COVID-19 pandemic with its veiled threat of forced vaccinations, contact tracing, and genetically encoded vaccines is propelling humanity at warp speed into a whole new frontier—a surveillance matrix—the likes of which we’ve only previously encountered in science fiction. Continue reading →
They shot at him fourteen times. Continue reading →
The 2020 presidential election may be over, but nothing has really changed. Continue reading →
Republicans and Democrats alike fear that the other party will attempt to hijack this election. Continue reading →
The U.S. Supreme Court will not save us. Continue reading →
Once upon a time in America, parents breathed a sigh of relief when their kids went back to school after a summer’s hiatus, content in the knowledge that for a good portion of the day, their kids would be gainfully occupied, out of harm’s way, and out of trouble. Continue reading →
You can map the nearly 20-year journey from the 9/11 attacks to the COVID-19 pandemic by the freedoms we’ve lost along the way. Continue reading →
Backyard gardeners, beware: tomato plants have become collateral damage in the government’s war on drugs, especially marijuana. Continue reading →
And so it begins again, the never-ending, semi-delusional, train-wreck of an election cycle in which the American people allow themselves to get worked up into a frenzy over the misguided belief that the future of this nation—nay, our very lives—depends on who we elect as president. Continue reading →
This is a wake-up call. Continue reading →
For those old enough to have lived through the McCarthy era, there is a whiff of something in the air that reeks of the heightened paranoia, finger-pointing, fear-mongering, totalitarian tactics that were hallmarks of the 1950s. Continue reading →
The system is rigged. Continue reading →
You have no rights. Continue reading →
Keep swinging for justice and freedom: The legacy of Hammerin’ Hank Aaron
Posted on January 25, 2021 by John W. Whitehead
My father, a rabid St. Louis Cardinals fan, listened to virtually all their ball games on the radio from our home in Peoria, Illinois. Occasionally, we would drive the three hours to St. Louis to see the Cardinals play in person. Continue reading →