Blog & Mablog
A podcast by Canon Press
677 Episodes
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IQ and the Flynn Effect
Published: 21/02/2025 -
On Getting In Between the Hogs and the Bucket
Published: 21/02/2025 -
On the Deification of Diseased Daydreams
Published: 12/02/2025 -
In Defense of Worldview Thinking
Published: 10/02/2025 -
Moonbats and More
Published: 3/02/2025 -
Tri(tr)umphant: Seven Observations on the Festivities Related to Round Two . . . So Far
Published: 29/01/2025 -
Epistemological Impudence and the Post War Consensus
Published: 28/01/2025 -
The Principle of Pursuit, the Trump Reprieve, and the Place of New St. Andrews in All of This
Published: 22/01/2025 -
How Boomers Rule
Published: 20/01/2025 -
Skeery Scary Skeery
Published: 16/01/2025 -
The Revenge of the Blue Collar White Guy
Published: 14/01/2025 -
A Christian Take on Conspiracy Thought
Published: 11/01/2025 -
Where Dank Right Reviling Goes
Published: 6/01/2025 -
The American Social Imaginary
Published: 2/01/2025 -
Christian Nationalism Basics
Published: 31/12/2024 -
Coming Up on Forty Nine
Published: 18/12/2024 -
To All the Dank Anons . . . Shall We See You Anon?
Published: 17/12/2024 -
A Lop-Eared Son of a Sea Cook
Published: 11/12/2024 -
That Hellcat (((Esther))) and Haman, the First Martyr of Noticing
Published: 10/12/2024 -
7 Opportunities in the Trump Reprieve
Published: 5/12/2024
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.
