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In the swirling vortex of our modern predicament, where truths are twisted and moral compasses spin wildly, the hour for passive observation has eclipsed. We stand at the precipice of a new dawn, one where the call to action resonates deeper than the hollow echoes of complacency. This isn't just a summons to awaken; it's a battle cry for a revolution in thought and deed. As a soldier, I’ve marched through the harrowing sands of conflict and emerged not just with medals, but with sca...
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Navigating Love's Cosmic DanceIn March I turn 45, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of reflection, my thoughts spiraling back to a time when my soul danced in harmony with another's— my first wife. God I love her still. It's been a staggering 22 years since our paths veered into separate sagas, yet here we are, floating in the vastness of singledom, our hearts still echoing each other's beats across the void. The fact she's held onto my name, like a tattoo on the so...
Fletcher ChristianRedefining Faith: The Evolution Beyond Abrahamic Traditions
In the swirling vortex of our modern predicament, where truths are twisted and moral compasses spin wildly, the hour for passive observation has eclipsed. We stand at the precipice of a new dawn, one where the call to action resonates deeper than the hollow echoes of complacency. This isn't just a summons to awaken; it's a battle cry for a revolution in thought and deed. As a soldier, I’ve marched through the harrowing sands of conflict and emerged not just with medals, but with sca...
Fletcher ChristianYahweh: The Angry, Jealous God Child
A bit is Sunday School here so bear with me. Context. Context. Context. When examining Yahweh in the Old Testament, a pattern emerges of an angry, jealous deity using violence and fear to control His chosen people. This starkly contrasts with the loving God often depicted in modern fundamentalist beliefs. The Wrathful Actions of Yahweh 1. Jealous and Violent: • Jealousy: In Exodus 20:5, Yahweh warns of punishing children for their parents’ sins—a sign of a possessive, controlling figure. • Vi...
Fletcher ChristianEchoes of Us : Navigating Love's Cosmic Dance
Navigating Love's Cosmic DanceIn March I turn 45, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of reflection, my thoughts spiraling back to a time when my soul danced in harmony with another's— my first wife. God I love her still. It's been a staggering 22 years since our paths veered into separate sagas, yet here we are, floating in the vastness of singledom, our hearts still echoing each other's beats across the void. The fact she's held onto my name, like a tattoo on the so...
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Let’s get something straight: I’ve been behind that counter. I’ve done the retail hustle, hopped from one store to another, kissed corporate ass to get flown out to The Buckle in Tampa for some half-baked “opportunity,” where they dangle “swag” in front of you like it’s a perk instead of a leash. I’ve worn the “teammate of the season” badge—twice, in the hay day of FUBU, pearl snaps and Maddens mind you. I was so good at slanging jeans to moms my buddy Josh scribbled “Milf King” on a homemade award just to get a laugh. And all that while I was a goddamn youth pastor. Talk about contradictions. I know what it’s like to feel the grind, to be measured in meaningless metrics, and to see every soul that sets foot through the door get tagged as a “consumer” the moment they cross the threshold. It’s a rigged narrative, spun up by some coked-up C-suite suits who want nothing but your wallet on their plate.
And here’s the nasty little secret nobody wants to say out loud: that “consumer” mindset is what lets these psychos put profits over people’s lives. It’s what lets some bloated healthcare CEO shrug off a few deaths because, hey, if the revenue stream’s still good, who gives a damn about the bodies stacking up out back? That’s the real face of the consumer model, folks: the idea that as long as we keep gobbling up their bullshit, they can keep raking in the cash, human cost be damned.
Well guess what—I’m not their consumer. I’m their fucking nightmare.
Let’s get something straight: I’ve been behind that counter. I’ve done the retail hustle, hopped from one store to another, kissed corporate ass to get flown out to The Buckle in Tampa for some half-baked “opportunity,” where they dangle “swag” in front of you like it’s a perk instead of a leash. I’ve worn the “teammate of the season” badge—twice, in the hay day of FUBU, pearl snaps and Maddens mind you. I was so good at slanging jeans to moms my buddy Josh scribbled “Milf King” on a homemade award just to get a laugh. And all that while I was a goddamn youth pastor. Talk about contradictions. I know what it’s like to feel the grind, to be measured in meaningless metrics, and to see every soul that sets foot through the door get tagged as a “consumer” the moment they cross the threshold. It’s a rigged narrative, spun up by some coked-up C-suite suits who want nothing but your wallet on their plate.
And here’s the nasty little secret nobody wants to say out loud: that “consumer” mindset is what lets these psychos put profits over people’s lives. It’s what lets some bloated healthcare CEO shrug off a few deaths because, hey, if the revenue stream’s still good, who gives a damn about the bodies stacking up out back? That’s the real face of the consumer model, folks: the idea that as long as we keep gobbling up their bullshit, they can keep raking in the cash, human cost be damned.
Well guess what—I’m not their consumer. I’m their fucking nightmare.
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