I’m one of the last of a dying breed, an old-school non-conformist, forged in a time when common sense wasn’t considered hate speech. A Boomer, sure, but not one of those soft, sold-out types. I’ve lived through the gutting of America’s soul.  I’ve often been called an Outlaw more times than I can count, for having the audacity to still believe in God, in Truth and in the grit of the Founding Fathers’ vision.  Having been outspoken most of my life, I’ve never been one to shut up or sit down. But I’ve learned the hard way, conviction without truth is just noise. I’ve learned of the need to verify my convictions, so, I did the work. Dug deep. Questioned everything. I navigated through the comfort zones where too many Americans reside wrapped in comfort and willful ignorance, sleepwalking through a nightmare, pretending it’s a dream.

In this new America, people engrossed in their pursuit of happiness make the excuse they have no time to read. But there’s always time to scroll. To binge. To parrot talking points from some influencer or a tweet. They confuse apathy with tolerance, and stupidity with open-mindedness.  They unapologeticly dismiss their lack of knowledge and interest of the sobering issues shaping our world as a measure of tolerance. 

Racing towards oblivion, honest, hard-working individuals have all but forgotten our Christian roots, our Revolution, our duty. And when confronted with truth, most just scoff and say, “I don’t care if it’s true, I still don’t believe it.” That line? That’s the epitaph of a dying nation.

Bellybuttons. Everybody has one.
I’m just one man whose opinions have been filtered by Decades of walking through this world with my eyes wide open. And what am I witnessing in America is a horror flick come to life. Not the kind with monsters or ghosts, the kind with idiots, the offspring of self-imposed ignorance who ignore every warning sign until it’s too late. And just like in those B-grade movies, they all die. Not from monsters. From pride. From arrogance. From refusing to acknowledge what’s right in front of their face.

A Line in the sand.
“What you don’t know won’t hurt you” is a lie from the pit of hell. A deadly one. These words may be just my opinion, but if they rattle you a little, good. Maybe it’s time you decide where you stand because standing on the sidelines isn’t an option anymore. Not when your silence fuels the lies and propaganda spewed out by woke evangelists and cultural Marxists, consumed like dainty morsels among America’s youth. “You”, can no longer sit on the sidelines hiding your “light under a basket”, watching like a deer caught in the headlights a split second before it becomes roadkill. This young, unsuspecting generation, and their well-intentioned but ignorant parents are being desensitized, stripped of consciousness, and their ability to reason. 

MAGA, Build Back Better. This country doesn’t need more slogans.

It needs a gut-check, a shot in the arm. It needs a heavy dose of what Thomas Pain referred to as “Common Sense”, a shot in the arm of Truth, Virtue, and Information.

This website is that shot.

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Outlaw Ed