In this first-ever episode I am talking with my good friend Meagan Boulet, a high-schooler with an interest in law and economics. Please share this episode if you enjoy it. Thanks for listening!
An insane doctor in a stained, white lab coat stands before his worktable, on which is laid the gargantuan body of a hideous monster. He cackles madly as he pulls a lever down, and the grisly beast jolts and rises to stand on two green feet with bad toenails. The monster stares stupidly at the doctor for a moment, then utters three fateful words: "I. Kill. You." He beats the doctor over the head with a chair in less time than it takes to say, "unethical medical experimentation," and breaks a window to reach the outside world, where he will murder as many people as possible. This is not Mary Shelley’s story of Victor Frankenstein and his creature. There are three major differences between the modern stereotype and the original novel: the Creature’s appearance, nature, and the character of Victor. Big. Green. Smelly. Not the Creature. Shelley never referred to him as green. He is probably grayish, if he isn’t a human skin tone, since he was crafted out of pillaged pi...
Few of us expected Hurricane Helene to be as destructive as it turned out to be when it hit on Friday, September 27. In rural upstate South Carolina, many homes and businesses are still without power. There was a serious rush for gasoline for the next three days immediately following the storm. Trees lay across the roofs of some houses, and I’ve seen one house completely split down the middle by fallen timber. Those who weren’t prepared found themselves in long, wending lines for fast food at the few restaurants open. People need help. And in this unforeseen situation, it has been an unexpected joy to watch my community pull together. Perhaps you’ve heard about how rude, selfish, and sometimes violent people have been at grocery stores and gas pumps. After a natural disaster, when we feel desperate, it’s instinctive for us to only look out for “me and mine.” But there is a force of people determined to stay cheerful in adversity and to help others. This is kn...
The morning of Friday, April 13, my father and I went to the entrance of the Greenville Women's Clinic (GWC) in Greenville, SC with some folks from our church. That's the place where the most babies are killed in SC. The Piedmont Women's Center (PWC), a pregnancy medical clinic that stands for life, sits directly across the road. The contrast is stark. The GWC is surrounded by a tall, dark fence, and activists from both sides often stand at its entrance. The PWC is easily visible from the road - a comfortable looking building with a spacious porch along the front. It seems that a scared young woman would be likely to feel more comfortable going to one over the other. As soon as we arrived, I noticed the pride and BLM flags, signs saying "Honk for choice" and "abortion saves lives", and a woman in rainbow clothes. A few more pro-choice people showed up later. Children's music blared, with lyrics such as "There's two mommies in this family,...
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