Blog & Mablog
A podcast by Canon Press
683 Episoade
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Shall I Explain What’s Going On? No, Seriously . . .
Publicat: 10.03.2025 -
Empathy Blues
Publicat: 05.03.2025 -
The Modern Nation State
Publicat: 04.03.2025 -
So Jeffrey Epstein Was a Jew . . .
Publicat: 04.03.2025 -
Christian Nationalism, Kash Patel, and the Bhagavad-Gita
Publicat: 26.02.2025 -
The Hatriarchy, the Machismosphere, and Misbehaving Anons
Publicat: 25.02.2025 -
IQ and the Flynn Effect
Publicat: 21.02.2025 -
On Getting In Between the Hogs and the Bucket
Publicat: 21.02.2025 -
On the Deification of Diseased Daydreams
Publicat: 12.02.2025 -
In Defense of Worldview Thinking
Publicat: 10.02.2025 -
Moonbats and More
Publicat: 03.02.2025 -
Tri(tr)umphant: Seven Observations on the Festivities Related to Round Two . . . So Far
Publicat: 29.01.2025 -
Epistemological Impudence and the Post War Consensus
Publicat: 28.01.2025 -
The Principle of Pursuit, the Trump Reprieve, and the Place of New St. Andrews in All of This
Publicat: 22.01.2025 -
How Boomers Rule
Publicat: 20.01.2025 -
Skeery Scary Skeery
Publicat: 16.01.2025 -
The Revenge of the Blue Collar White Guy
Publicat: 14.01.2025 -
A Christian Take on Conspiracy Thought
Publicat: 11.01.2025 -
Where Dank Right Reviling Goes
Publicat: 06.01.2025 -
The American Social Imaginary
Publicat: 02.01.2025
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.
