The Death of the Conservative Christian Conscience
Mourned by scripture, survived by culture wars, the Conservative Christian Conscience passed quietly after years of rationalizing the irrational.
From gossip to gut checks, this is where the loudest voices in our heads publish.
Columns. Hearsay. Manalogue. College chaos. High school headlines. If it sounds personal or true, it probably is.
Mourned by scripture, survived by culture wars, the Conservative Christian Conscience passed quietly after years of rationalizing the irrational.
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Between the matching outfits, rehearsed chants, and ritualized violence disguised as bonding, he’s starting to question whether this is a social club or immersive theater.
After a long, quiet battle with social media, Common Sense has passed away. It is survived by its louder, less qualified cousins.
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I go to a mid-sized state university and recently discovered that one of my professors has been live-streaming our lectures on TikTok “to promote access and engagement.”
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