Fred Clark

There's an old, semi-sweet anecdote about George Orwell and Henry Miller that reminds me why I prefer reading Orwell to Miller.

“What the world needs now is another folk singer like I need a hole in my head,” David Lowery sang , 30-some years ago.

(Originally posted in July, 2005.) Left Behind, pp. 126-129 Charter pilot Ken Ritz promised to fly Buck Williams to New York City, or as close as he can land.

I've been re-reading Gray's famous "Elegy" lately partly because the poet has a similar name to a teammate of mine -- a member of my night crew at the Big Box who has worked with me for the past three years.

I had also hoped that the white moderate would reject the myth concerning time in relation to the struggle for freedom.

We could settle a lot of philosophical and theological arguments by simply commissioning more comprehensive polls.

“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid.”

The upshot of this is that today, most “fundamentalists” are “evangelicals.” And, because that subset is larger and louder, most “evangelicals” are “fundamentalists.”

This is the fascist death spiral of right-wing populism—a disaffected, economically insecure electorate that will not spend the next four years

(Originally posted in August, 2005.) I want to explore a theory about the theological foundations of Bad Writing and, in particular, Bad Evangelical Writing.