This was shared on Facebook - it’s beautiful! My friend Kerri Grote died this morning. While I am still processing, I wanted to share the words she left to be read upon her passing. Life is short. I hope they bring you perspective, inspiration and healing like they did
When Narcissists Collide: A Love Story in Decline Well folks, grab your popcorn and your emotional support tax returns, because the bromance between Donald Trump and Elon Musk just took a turn worthy of a Real Housewives reunion brawl—with fewer sequins, but significantly more delusion. Let’s set the
Let’s get one thing straight: when a pregnant woman shows up at the emergency room bleeding, seizing, or in unimaginable pain, she doesn’t need a theology lecture, a waiting period, or a phone call to a politician. She needs healthcare. Immediate, unimpeded, medically sound emergency care. But as
Dear Friends, It’s no longer hiding in shadows. It’s not whispering in online forums or lurking on the fringe. White Christian Nationalism is now fully out in the open—and it’s sitting in the Lieutenant Governor’s office in Indiana. This is an emergency. Let’s start
Starring Kristi Noem, Local Boy Jefferson Shreve, and a Cast of Thousands Who Pretend to Work for You! Well folks, gather ’round the freedom fryer and let me tell you about the latest performance art piece from your friendly neighborhood Republican representatives. No, they’re not writing critically needed legislation
To the Honorable Speaker Mike Johnson, The word on main street across America is that despite being a constitutional lawyer -- with a prestigious degree from the 84th best law school in the United States -- and working in “The People’s House”, at the sole discretion of The People,
That’s it for today! Enjoy your day!! I’ll be back tomorrow after I recover. Julie Bolejack, MBA
Well bless my incense and pass the popcorn, because June 14, 2025, is shaping up to be the most gloriously unhinged spiritual-political mashup since the Crusades met cable news. That’s right, folks — in one corner, we’ve got Pope Leo XIV, Chicago native, White Sox ride-or-die, and spiritual shepherd
Let’s have a little Saturday truth talk — with coffee, conviction, and just a dash of righteous fire. You may have noticed that Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion — or DEI, for short — have suddenly become dirty words in certain political circles. Overnight, they’ve been branded as some kind of sinister
More Presidential Pardons this week, so we’ll revisit that topic. !!THIS IS NOT NORMAL!! Welcome back to the Trump Pardon Sweepstakes, where the rules are simple: * Did you storm the Capitol? * Say nice things about “the big guy”? * Write a fat campaign check or suck up on Truth Social?
As witnessed by Julie at the 69th running of the Indy 500 There are a few things you expect to see at the Indy 500: tire smoke, shirtless men slathered in questionable SPF, a sea of checkered flags, and at least three different kinds of deviled eggs before noon. What
With his latest deranged outburst disguised as a “holiday message,” Donald Trump once again desecrated a solemn American occasion. And no, it wasn’t spontaneous. It was deliberate. It always is. After watching this grotesque pattern repeat enough times, I think I finally understand the cynical political arithmetic he’s
Dear West Point Class of 2025, You deserved better. You deserved a ceremony that was about you. About your sacrifice, your discipline, your grit, and your unwavering commitment to country and service. Instead, you were handed a lecture on “trophy wives,” a crass punchline from a man who seems to
It’s Memorial Day. And no, it’s not just the unofficial start of summer, a mattress sale extravaganza, or a reason to overcook burgers in your neighbor’s questionable grill. It’s the day we pause — or at least should pause — to remember the men and women who gave
Well folks, it’s Race Day Sunday and YES, this is my 69th Indy 500 — and YES, I will be saying that fact all day long until someone hands me a plaque or at least a deviled egg with a sparkler in it. You only live once, and sometimes, you
Welcome to the final Saturday in May — that magical moment when the garden is out of control, your stress levels are tied to the performance of men in shorts, and you’re still trying to emotionally rebound from the other guy in shorts — Felon 47 — who somehow hasn’t yet
In case you’ve been too busy paying $6.79 for a bag of grapes to notice, the U.S. economy is doing that hilarious little trick again where the numbers look shiny—but somehow your wallet feels emptier than your hope on tax day. And yes, I have thoughts.
The bond market doesn’t like Trump’s “big beautiful bill” for the same reason your accountant doesn’t like it when you max out your credit cards to throw yourself a going-away party you can’t afford: it reeks of fiscal recklessness. Here’s why the bond market is
Habeas Schmabeas—Just Deport ’Em All, Right? Dear Friends in the Resistance (and accidental subscribers from South Dakota), This week, in our ongoing series “The Collapse of Competence: Live from the Trump Regime,” we bring you Kristi Noem—Governor, dog executioner, and now Secretary of Homeland Security—struggling heroically to
Economics is a favorite topic of mine. Let’s Talk About What That Downgrade Really Means—And Who Pays for All This. On Friday, Moody’s stripped the United States of its last perfect Aaa credit rating—something we’ve held since 1917. It’s more than a symbolic slap.
Dear Friends, You might not know it by name, but sacred geometry is something you’ve been in relationship with your entire life. It’s there in the petals of a rose, the swirl of a seashell, the curve of a river, and even in the pattern of a pinecone
Well, folks. Grab your calculators and throw them directly into a bonfire, because apparently math is canceled under Trump’s economic policy. This week, in what I can only describe as a masterclass in economic delusion, Donald J. Trump suggested that Walmart—you know, that mom-and-pop startup valued at $500
This week in Indianapolis, I had the pleasure of witnessing something truly special. Hélio Castroneves—four-time Indy 500 champion, Dancing With the Stars winner, and eternal ray of Brazilian sunshine—stepped onto the oval at the age of 50 with the same gleam in his eye that made us fall
Well, that was a fun little democracy we had. Blink and you missed it. You see, in the new and unimproved second term of Donald J. Trump, facts are no longer pesky little things to be dismissed—they’re crimes. And telling the truth? That’s straight-up treason. Just ask