The Gospel of the Crumbs

I was sitting in a diner off the Ike recently, watching a man in a grease-stained union jacket argue with a fellow in a crisp button down.  They weren’t arguing about the score of the game or the price of a ham sandwich. They were arguing about “identity”, who’s taking whose “spot,” who’s “woke,” and Read More …

The Gospel of Gold and Gadgets

There is a particular brand of comedy being staged in the higher echelons of our society, and though I am told it is a drama, I simply cannot stop laughing through the tears.  We find ourselves trapped in an era dominated by a “Technological Totalitarian State”, a delightfully sterile phrase for what is essentially a Read More …

The Gospel According to San Jose

There was a time when the architectures of greed were at least pleasantly straightforward.  One could stroll down to the riverfront, observe the soot-choked brick factories, and point a gloved finger directly at the man with the loudest watch and know exactly who was shortening his lifespan for a nickel.  It was a dreadful arrangement, Read More …

The Neon Mirage

We have traded the smoke stacks for server farms, and the assembly line for the algorithm.  We feed our thoughts into glowing glass rectangles, hoping for a connection, but the only thing we receive is a beautifully engineered echo chamber delivered specifically for us through the magic of that algorithm. The tools have changed, but Read More …

The Gospel According to the Garment District

There is a distinct, suffocating modern aroma that smells remarkably like a blend of freshly minted crypto, expensive cologne, and the distinct, stale scent of a Sunday pew that hasn’t seen an honest tear since the Eisenhower administration. We are currently expected to bow our heads to a rather peculiar trinity: Capitalism, Christianity, and Patriotism. Read More …

The Gospel According to Mar-a-Lago

One must admire the sheer, brassy architectural integrity of the modern conservative movement.  It takes a special kind of craftsmanship to build a cathedral out of gold-plated ego and then insist the Carpenter would have picked out the drapes.  We find ourselves living in an age where the “Blessed are the meek” crowd has been Read More …

The Ledger vs. The Lectern

https://talkbusiness.net/2025/08/acretrader-acquired-by-proterra-investment-partners/ Now, I’ve often observed that if you want to see a man’s true religion, don’t look at the leather-bound book he thumps on Sundays; look at his ledger on Monday morning.  It seems our modern Patriot Leaders have found a way to serve both God and Mammon, though I suspect Mammon is getting the Read More …