Scott K. James - Thoughts: Recent Episodes
Scott K. James
There is no shortage of charities – what I call “Dot-Orgs” and 501C3s ready to take your money. My tone is not meant to be cynical, just factual. Many worthy charities identify a need that should be met and then endeavor to do so. I was honored to be invited to the Jobs of Hope […]
Spring is here. Duh. So I guess a spring cleaning wild-hair kicked in. Not in the house, but on this website. I made a post a day or two ago and I just didn’t like how it looked. So I changed it. Not the post, the whole darn site. Look, I’m no designer. But I […]
I love Abraham Lincoln. He’s on my Top 5 POSTUS list. So maybe I’m a bit too triggered on this one. On Saturday, the Twitter account @FordsTheatreNPS, the official account of the Ford’s Theatre National Historic Site, which is part of the National Park Service, tweeted… Um. Not too sure what to think. “A useful, […]
Just because I love this guy and we all need a little escapism every now and then. Thank you, Arnold!
I hate making “no-duh” statements. So, to say a trillion is a lot is, well, no-duh. But the way the President and congress kick around trillions like its monopoly money, well, it bothers me. Because a trillion is a lot. The way these clowns are printing it up, I think, at this point, Monopoly money […]
Gees, and you didn’t even die and have your identity stolen by the left. Seriously, you have two votes. I’ve said it for years – America votes with its pocketbook – and we should! Why are you spending money with massive corporations that don’t support your values?! Why do you give big tech – big […]
I did it this morning at 2:00 when I woke. I did it at 3:30 when I got to the radio station and again at 7:00 when I got to the county. I flipped the switch – illumination! It’s cathartic. Symbolic. Metaphorical. Both physically and psychologically, things are revealed. I can now SEE! I can […]
I grew up in LaSalle, Colorado. Then – population 1,280. Now – population 2,346. Five miles south of Greeley. One hour north of Denver. It was then, and still is, the quintessential small farm town. Growing up, I remember riding through town in the front seat of mom’s ’69 Chevy Malibu (a car that would […]