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In politics, the overwhelming trend is to pick a side and pick up a sword in an effort to avoid being inevitably devoured by both sides on any debate — it tends to be quite black and white. As a student of political science and philosophy, it’s more difficult for me to admit a lack of conviction at all than it is to declare defiance to my own political party or philosophical allies. That’s what makes this so difficult, yet so liberating.

I am confident that I don’t know where I stand on climate change.

I have read the studies, I have listened to the pundits, I have seen the charts, and I have heard the scientists. Between Al Gore’s inconvenient bloviating in the early 2000s and Republicans apparent blowing off of huge swaths of the scientific community, it’s difficult to find intellectual refuge on the topic. Both sides default to dogmatism — many Democrats view Republicans as being paid off by big oil, while many Republicans see Democrats view as an authoritarian scheme (or even some sort of plot devised by the Chinese government).


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My mother, Tamara, sometime in the late-1990s or early-2000s.

As “hospice” replaced “recovery” in conversation, the Earth seemingly slowed its rotation.

We tried to ask the hospice representative questions, as if they’d lead to favorable answers or perhaps alternative realities, but the truth felt so real in that moment that I could taste it in my mouth, I could hear it ring in my ears, I could see it in the carpeting on the floor. It was a moment I knew I would never forget.

My father — losing the love of his life — had a tougher time keeping his anger in check. He couldn’t understand why she was sent home from the hospital a week earlier despite not being in any state to return. He couldn’t understand why they couldn’t force medicine on somebody who was delusional and convinced that her hallucinations were real. My parents divorced when I was seven years old — and reunited when I was seventeen. Between those years, my father battled his own alcoholism, alongside an addiction to methamphetamine. He spent time living on the streets, in and out out of jail, and eventually, landed himself in prison. …


Chief Senate Counsel representing the United States Army and partner at Hale and Dorr, Joseph Welch (left), with United States Senator Joe McCarthy of Wisconsin (right), at the Senate Subcommittee on Investigations’ McCarthy-Army hearings, June 9, 1954. Let’s not do this again.

Conservatives are losing the battle with the next generation, and fear tactics aren’t the solution.

One must concede the simplistic beauty of a conceptual national commune — a society of men that need not and want not by design. I lay no blame at the feet of my millennial counterparts that have found philosophical refuge in such beliefs. Indeed, the American conservative movement has been quick to dismiss this subscription as the result of an endemic laziness or addiction to instant gratification, granting little (if any) consideration to what may be a well-informed train of thought. …

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Sage Naumann

Sage is a Colorado-based political professional, graphic designer, film photographer, web consultant, cigar aficionado, vaper, and conservative commentator.

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