683 Episodes

  1. Christian Nationalism Basics

    Published: 12/31/2024
  2. Coming Up on Forty Nine

    Published: 12/18/2024
  3. To All the Dank Anons . . . Shall We See You Anon?

    Published: 12/17/2024
  4. A Lop-Eared Son of a Sea Cook

    Published: 12/11/2024
  5. That Hellcat (((Esther))) and Haman, the First Martyr of Noticing

    Published: 12/10/2024
  6. 7 Opportunities in the Trump Reprieve

    Published: 12/5/2024
  7. And a Well Done for Abigail

    Published: 12/3/2024
  8. Americanitas

    Published: 11/28/2024
  9. A Wide-Ranging and Long-Awaited Interview

    Published: 11/26/2024
  10. A Neo-Nazi Godsend

    Published: 11/21/2024
  11. Application, Allergies & Anaphylaxis

    Published: 11/19/2024
  12. How Feminumbulum Got Into Everything

    Published: 11/14/2024
  13. Just a Slaughterhouse

    Published: 11/12/2024
  14. Wimpathy

    Published: 11/7/2024
  15. Blue Ruin, Black Redemption, Golden Glory

    Published: 11/5/2024
  16. Dead Mackerel By Moonlight

    Published: 11/1/2024
  17. A Stretch of White Water Ahead

    Published: 10/30/2024
  18. A Sexual Marketplace

    Published: 10/28/2024
  19. Trump Winning, Trump Losing, and Other Ends and Odds

    Published: 10/24/2024
  20. A Bit of Help for Those Worried About the Election

    Published: 10/21/2024

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The point of this podcast is pretty broad — “All of Christ for all of life.” In order to make that happen, we need “theology that bites back.” I want to advance what you might call a Chestertonian Calvinism, and to bring that attitude to bear on education, sex and culture, theology, politics, book reviews, postmodernism, expository studies, along with other random tidbits that come into my head. My perspective is usually not hard to discern. In theology I am an evangelical, postmill, Calvinist, Reformed, and Presbyterian, pretty much in that order. In politics, I am slightly to the right of Jeb Stuart. In my cultural sympathies, if we were comparing the blight of postmodernism to a vast but shallow goo pond, I would observe that I have spent many years on these stilts and have barely gotten any of it on me.