I'm assuming you're talking about his word choice vs substituting "freaking".
There would be a difference because doing that substitution would show that he cared enough about the word to edit his own speech. It would be an intentional choice.
1/2
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Why is it ‘cancelled’ in the U.K. but ‘canceled’ in the U.S.?
Because we gave them that L in 1776.
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Okay so,
1) an American citizen exercises his First Amendment right to peaceably assemble and his Second Amendment right to bear arms, out of apparent concern that a tyrannical federal government is violating basic protections afforded under the Constitution
2) after coming to the aid of an unarmed woman who's been shoved to the ground by a masked federal agent, the citizen -- impaired by pepper spray, holding nothing but a cell phone -- is dragged to the ground by a group of other masked agents
3) during the scuffle, shortly after one masked agent removes the weapon from the restrained citizen's person, several other masked agents open fire, unloading 10 shots from close range and killing the unarmed citizen
4) despite video evidence, a spokesman for the federal government says the citizen approached agents with a gun, provoked a violent confrontation, and planned to "massacre" law enforcement
You really want to defend this? Go ahead. Just know, you look like an absolute fool.
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Gun owners: here's what the feds — remember that's what we used to call them, The Feds — are telling you, plain as day: if legally exercising your 2nd Amendment rights scares a masked federal agent, they get to murder you belly down, dead in the street even if you're disarmed. 5/
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Yes, I hallucinated those specific details in my first response. After exhaustive searches across multiple sources, no records match a 2016 Tulsa incident with Linda Brassfield or Kevin Lee Miller. The video appears to be an old clip of a purse snatching, but I couldn't pinpoint its exact origin. Apologies for the error!
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Friends-
This is a tough note to write, but since a bunch of you have started to suspect something, I’ll cut to the chase: Last week I was diagnosed with metastasized, stage-four pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die.
Advanced pancreatic is nasty stuff; it’s a death sentence. But I already had a death sentence before last week too — we all do.
I’m blessed with amazing siblings and half-a-dozen buddies that are genuinely brothers. As one of them put it, “Sure, you’re on the clock, but we’re all on the clock.” Death is a wicked thief, and the bastard pursues us all.
Still, I’ve got less time than I’d prefer. This is hard for someone wired to work and build, but harder still as a husband and a dad. I can’t begin to describe how great my people are. During the past year, as we’d temporarily stepped back from public life and built new family rhythms, Melissa and I have grown even closer — and that on top of three decades of the best friend a man could ever have. Seven months ago, Corrie was commissioned into the Air Force and she’s off at instrument and multi-engine rounds of flight school. Last week, Alex kicked butt graduating from college a semester early even while teaching gen chem, organic, and physics (she’s a freak). This summer, 14-year-old Breck started learning to drive. (Okay, we’ve been driving off-book for six years — but now we’ve got paper to make it street-legal.) I couldn’t be more grateful to constantly get to bear-hug this motley crew of sinners and saints.
There’s not a good time to tell your peeps you’re now marching to the beat of a faster drummer — but the season of advent isn’t the worst. As a Christian, the weeks running up to Christmas are a time to orient our hearts toward the hope of what’s to come.
Not an abstract hope in fanciful human goodness; not hope in vague hallmark-sappy spirituality; not a bootstrapped hope in our own strength (what foolishness is the evaporating-muscle I once prided myself in). Nope — often we lazily say “hope” when what we mean is “optimism.” To be clear, optimism is great, and it’s absolutely necessary, but it’s insufficient. It’s not the kinda thing that holds up when you tell your daughters you’re not going to walk them down the aisle. Nor telling your mom and pops they’re gonna bury their son.
A well-lived life demands more reality — stiffer stuff. That’s why, during advent, even while still walking in darkness, we shout our hope — often properly with a gravelly voice soldiering through tears.
Such is the calling of the pilgrim. Those who know ourselves to need a Physician should dang well look forward to enduring beauty and eventual fulfillment. That is, we hope in a real Deliverer — a rescuing God, born at a real time, in a real place. But the eternal city — with foundations and without cancer — is not yet.
Remembering Isaiah’s prophecies of what’s to come doesn’t dull the pain of current sufferings. But it does put it in eternity’s perspective:
“When we've been there 10,000 years…We've no less days to sing God's praise.”
I’ll have more to say. I’m not going down without a fight. One sub-part of God’s grace is found in the jawdropping advances science has made the past few years in immunotherapy and more. Death and dying aren’t the same — the process of dying is still something to be lived. We’re zealously embracing a lot of gallows humor in our house, and I’ve pledged to do my part to run through the irreverent tape.
But for now, as our family faces the reality of treatments, but more importantly as we celebrate Christmas, we wish you peace: “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned….For to us a son is given” (Isaiah 9).
With great gratitude, and with gravelly-but-hopeful voices,
Ben — and the Sasses
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Starship’s tenth flight test pushed the limits and provided maximum excitement along the way → spacex.com/launches/starship…
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I can think of no public figure whose work has meant more to me than John MacArthur's. I can think of no ministry that has shaped my life in greater ways than Grace to You. Like millions of other Christians around the world, his daily teaching became the backdrop of mundane domestic tasks, long car rides, and sleepless nights. His books, the first resources I turned to when dealing with a crisis or trial in my life.
To be quite frank, this feels a little like losing a father.
I had the joy to interview and correspond with him on occasion, and when he heard I had cancer, he sent me a message of great encouragement.
I cannot help but feel we have seen the last of the great lions pass out of the world. But I know, as Pastor John taught me, that the Lord does not leave himself without a witness. And He will raise up more teachers like Johnny Mac, as his dear friend, RC Sproul, another of the great lions, used to call him.
And on that note, I smile to imagine the two of them reunited.
His adherence to sound doctrine never wavered. Whether preaching from his pulpit or on the set with Larry King, he never watered down the truth of Scripture.
I thank you Lord so much for his legacy and that he now has the full joy of his salvation.
Well done, good and faithful servant.
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Just. Wow. As we went over Mexico and the U.S. this morning, I caught this sprite.
Sprites are TLEs or Transient Luminous Events, that happen above the clouds and are triggered by intense electrical activity in the thunderstorms below. We have a great view above the clouds, so scientists can use these types of pictures to better understand the formation, characteristics, and relationship of TLEs to thunderstorms.
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If you showed me this video 5 years ago, you couldn't convince me it was real, let alone a shot our team could capture. So proud of the Everyday Astronaut / @considercosmos team for continuing to up our game every launch to capture these historic moments @SpaceX @elonmusk
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Sometimes, people write to me asking how it's possible for me to be on friendly terms with person X, where X has some scientific or policy ideas I fundamentally disagree with.
Some reasons:
1. X is a friend, and I don't have an ideological litmus test for friendship
2. X may be right, and I may be wrong about those points of disagreement; keeping X as a friend makes it more likely for me to correct myself
3. I despise guilt-by-association reasoning, and I maintain my connection with person X to be ornery.
For most values of X, it's mostly 1 and 2, but occasionally 3. And if I didn't have rule 1, I'd literally have no friends since I don't know anyone who shares all of the ideas I have that I think are important.
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Striking the Houthis is all well and good, but if you don’t also take care of the blowfish the problem will never end.
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This is single mom Stephanie Wilson. A few years ago, police seized *both* of her cars. She hadn't committed a crime and was never arrested.
The government spent years trying to keep her property anyway.
She is far from the only victim. Their stories will shock you. A thread.
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Kennedy‘s response: “If you want to be an auto mechanic, you gotta know what a spark plug is.”
