NYC used to be built by dreamers. Now it’s going to be drained by demands. The Makers—those who fund the city—will flee. The Takers will arrive with open hands and no plan to contribute. When the backbone leaves, the burden breaks everyone.
RiddlesComments Off on Random Riddle: Upon the Wind
Nov062025
From wood it’s made,
From string, it’s made,
It floats upon the wind.
It’s made by one,
It’s made by many,
From hands and mouths, it spins.
A score without a game.
A staff not for the lame.
With seven letters tamed.
With five letters named.
JokesComments Off on Joke Of The Day: Lumber Penance
Nov062025
A man with a nagging secret couldn’t keep it any longer. In the confessional, he admitted that for years he had been stealing building supplies from the lumberyard where he worked.
“What did you take?” his priest asked.
“Enough to build my own house and enough for my son’s house. And houses for our two daughters and our cottage at the lake.”
“This is very serious,” the priest said. “I shall have to think of a far-reaching penance. Have you ever done a retreat?”
“No, Father, I haven’t,” the man replied. “But if you can get the plans, I can get the lumber.”
A nation isn’t conquered by armies anymore. It’s done slowly, from the inside, by those who write the laws and control the culture. They don’t need to break down the gates when they’re already in charge of the institutions. The surrender is silent.