Blog & Mablog
A podcast by Canon Press
678 Episodio
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The Hatriarchy, the Machismosphere, and Misbehaving Anons
Pubblicato: 25/02/2025 -
IQ and the Flynn Effect
Pubblicato: 21/02/2025 -
On Getting In Between the Hogs and the Bucket
Pubblicato: 21/02/2025 -
On the Deification of Diseased Daydreams
Pubblicato: 12/02/2025 -
In Defense of Worldview Thinking
Pubblicato: 10/02/2025 -
Moonbats and More
Pubblicato: 03/02/2025 -
Tri(tr)umphant: Seven Observations on the Festivities Related to Round Two . . . So Far
Pubblicato: 29/01/2025 -
Epistemological Impudence and the Post War Consensus
Pubblicato: 28/01/2025 -
The Principle of Pursuit, the Trump Reprieve, and the Place of New St. Andrews in All of This
Pubblicato: 22/01/2025 -
How Boomers Rule
Pubblicato: 20/01/2025 -
Skeery Scary Skeery
Pubblicato: 16/01/2025 -
The Revenge of the Blue Collar White Guy
Pubblicato: 14/01/2025 -
A Christian Take on Conspiracy Thought
Pubblicato: 11/01/2025 -
Where Dank Right Reviling Goes
Pubblicato: 06/01/2025 -
The American Social Imaginary
Pubblicato: 02/01/2025 -
Christian Nationalism Basics
Pubblicato: 31/12/2024 -
Coming Up on Forty Nine
Pubblicato: 18/12/2024 -
To All the Dank Anons . . . Shall We See You Anon?
Pubblicato: 17/12/2024 -
A Lop-Eared Son of a Sea Cook
Pubblicato: 11/12/2024 -
That Hellcat (((Esther))) and Haman, the First Martyr of Noticing
Pubblicato: 10/12/2024
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.
