Here we are banning books about Rosa Parks                  while the Pastor dresses in drag on Sunday                  spewing a sermon of love that sounds...

Beneath the iron skies they stand with blood-stained hands and shifting sand. A truth etched deep within their gaze, forgiveness is not the warrior's praise. Their blades sing songs of darkened lore, each stroke a vow, each fight a roar....

Do you remember the days When you heard the radio play We are the world And  “One” on Bono’s tour   We just wanna have fun Was chased by I wanna dance with somebody Are those days done Hello anybody!   A Smooth Criminal was played all-day Now we have...