slum

i never can seem to translate what is in my head after visiting a slum. a true, third-world slum. the sights and smells and naked babies and starved dogs and sweat and raw sewage and shacks and the most impacting thing.

hope.

By PHIL VALENTINE

Blighted. That could very well be one of the most powerful words in America today.

Some clown named Andrew Klavan has an essay at the conservative New York City Journal chock full of his insights into family, media, and culture. Predictably, in telling us what’s wrong with all the above, he mostly just tells us what’s wrong with Andrew Klavan.

Yesterday ended the month with the fewest Coalition casualties since nearly the beginning of the war in Iraq.  There were only about 20 combat-related deaths during the whole of May.  Hopefully portending even better things to come, only about five of those deaths occurred during the final two weeks of the month.

Sometimes you get North Dakota or a slum in the third world and sometimes you get a condo on the beach in Florida.  I just go where Jesus sends me, you know?  It’s up to the Big Guy.  I try not to argue.

I’m headed out the door - literally in a few seconds - to catch a flight to Florida where I’m speaking at a Spring Break retreat to a bunch of college students.  I’ll have my own little condo thing with Wi-Fi. And I hear there’s a beach and ocean and sand