Welcome to my lab, everyone. Today, we’re looking at the work of Harris and DeGiorgio, two scientists who decided to tackle the messy world of "shared selective sweeps." To help me make sense of it, I’ve brought out my favorite high-tech plaything: the Design Biology Forensic Evaluation Protocol (DB-FEP). I know, the name is a mouthful. It sounds like something a robot would use to audit a toaster, but it’s actually my secret weapon for sniffing out whether a scientific paper is "Pure Fact" or "Science Fiction with better math."

So there I was, just thinking as usual. Then I started to see some patterns in the world today that paralleled history. So I just had to run a thought experiment to see what was going on. The cleanest way to read 1925–1935 is like this. In 1925, it appeared to stabilize after World War I, while in 1935, it appeared to break down. In 1925, Europe still had the “Spirit of Locarno" [1], Germany was being pulled back into diplomacy, and the Kellogg-Briand Pact of 1928 reflected real hope that another great war could be avoided. By 1935, that hope had been shattered by the 1929 crash (America is almost $40 trillion in debt), the Depression, tariff retaliation, Japanese (Japan is rising to meet Chinese aggression) expansion in Manchuria, Hitler’s consolidation of power (the coming rise of an Antichrist in Europe, maybe?), and Mussolini’s (Putin invaded the Ukraine) invasion of Ethiopia.

Scenario 3: Sharia Law Imposition – "The Caliphate Awakening". Echoing Iran's Islamic Republic formation and France's radical Jacobin phase. Backdrop (Overthrow Phase, 2035): Immigration tensions and cyberattacks weaken the U.S. A fictional Islamist network, the "American Ummah Alliance," led by Imam Rashid Al-Hadi (an exiled scholar returning like Khomeini), exploits the chaos. Alliances with disaffected communities lead to uprisings in key cities. Government falls after sieges of D.C. and military splits; Al-Hadi declares an "Islamic Federation," promising divine justice.

Migration in America has always been a sacred act of survival — from the Great Migration to today’s border crossings to the quiet exodus of LGBTQ+ people fleeing hostile states. This piece traces how the Episcopal Church moved from standing over Black migrants to learning how to stand with those on the move today, including the Motahari sisters and others detained in the past year. It asks what memory demands of us now: whether we will let the stories of women who carried these movements become maps for justice, or whether we will confuse naming the damage with repairing it. Three migrations, one longing — to live, to be safe, to be welcomed. Tradition Remixed invites us to remember differently and move with the people still on the road.

To kick off March, I’m revisiting the core purpose of the Wheelchair Detective series. This entry reflects on the diverse realities of the cerebral palsy spectrum—acknowledging that while we each think and react to the world as individuals, we are united in our mission to shed light on those who are most vulnerable. I also share a preview of an upcoming deep dive into the tragic case of 13-year-old Cristina Pangalangan, which I will be featuring later this month as a testament to why awareness and vigilance are so critical.

Why do Atheists and Materialists always run away? TJ Berens either asked or answered this question on Quora. “What evidence establishes the human-chimp divergence date, what generation time applies to the hominin lineage, and what total number of generations T do those two values produce? TJ is an Aerospace Defense Consultant.

Cultural Sociologist, Institute for Urban Culture “The rise in feminine visibility isn’t just about fashion. It’s about a generational renegotiation of masculinity. Our 2026 data indicates that over 60% of young Polish men have experimented with gender-nonconforming elements in style. That’s historically unprecedented in this country.”

A wise mother beamed with pride as her daughter graduated with honors. "You've earned this," she said, slipping a simple, tarnished ring onto her daughter's finger.

On this day (24 February) in 1570, Pope Pius V excommunicated Elizabeth I of England. He was trying to make a political point and shore up the Roman Catholic Church in Great Britain. Instead his actions birthed the via media and allowed a tradition rooted not in uniformity but in common prayer to flourish. In pushing Elizabeth out, Rome gave Anglicanism room to breathe. For anyone who has been misunderstood, pressured to choose a side, or told they do not belong, the middle way offers another path. It invites us to honor what has been lost, to guard the sacred interior with gentleness, and to trust that clarity can emerge even without certainty. The middle is not weakness. Exile is not abandonment. It is the quiet space where courage takes root and where God still meets us.

“Hey — I built a short online course, and I’m letting friends and family try it free before I open it to the public. I want honest feedback on clarity, pacing, and whether it fairly represents the opposing view. Can you spend 45 minutes this week, complete Module 1, and fill out a 5-minute feedback form? If you think something is weak or confusing, tell me. That helps. “Beta Tester Checklist” After Module 1, please send me: Where did you get confused (lesson name or timestamp)? What felt strongest, and why? What felt weakest or overstated, and why? Did the course represent the opposing view fairly (yes/no + example)? What should be shortened, removed, or rewritten? Would you recommend it to a friend (yes/no + why)? charles-mason-s-school1… https://charles-mason-s-school1.teachable.com/courses/enrolled/2938049

There is a person in my life whom I have known for many, many years. He (he does go by he) is someone who has always been at family holidays, dinners, things like that. He’s a very, very nice person, and we get along well. He’s from the generation before me, and I’m Gen X. Recently, he started showing up at dinner with fingernails painted a very eye-catching shade of metallic blue, a very nice pair of earrings, and a silk scarf. I will call him Rob, although that isn’t his name.

Lies erode trust and breed corruption at every level, turning individuals into fractured shells and societies into fragile facades. One small deception snowballs into systemic deceit, affecting mental health, relationships, and entire generations.

The Reverend Pauli Murray knew the wilderness long before Lent ever asked us to enter it. Her life—misnamed, delayed, resisted—mirrors the wilderness stories we hear on the First Sunday in Lent (Year A): eyes opened to the consequences of consciously choosing knowledge and making culture (Genesis 3:7), the ache of hiding and the relief of being seen (Psalm 32), the long arc from trespass to grace (Romans 5:12-19) and Jesus’ own clarity forged in the desert (Matthew 4:1-11). This Tradition Remixed reflection traces how Murray’s vocation, her delayed recognition, the stalled release of her commemorative quarter and the witness of My Name is Pauli Murray reveal a church still wandering in its own unfinished wilderness and the grace that persists anyway.

This article examines the moment in long-running narratives when the protagonist stops being the center of power—not through failure, but because the surrounding system no longer needs them. As institutions and processes stabilize, individual agency is absorbed, delayed, or reframed into symbolic relevance rather than real influence. The hero remains visible but no longer decisive. Fiction uses this shift to reveal where power actually resides: in systems that convert disruption into procedure and resistance into management. The article argues that the most destabilizing act is not escalation, but refusal—stepping outside the role the system expects. When stories end without victory, it’s not narrative failure, but an honest admission that systems persist long after heroes stop mattering.

At Lab/Shul's annual Purim fest, where I would perform at House of Yes, where, during coivd19, instead of the Megillat Esther, they focused on the story of Ishstar, and its Mesopotamian origin, inspiring Queen Esther. I was dressed all in blue, and represented the 3rd level, aka the Throat Cahkra, and I decided to lip sync to a parody of Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive, which I wrote. After I sang, I will Surchair, I recited another original poem.

A first definition rubric with a preregistered test plan So, those of you who have been following my writing have seen my effort to reveal the truth about what Real Science is and what is just the false faith of the global institutions. Well, now I have another tool. As some of you know, I have been looking for Real Science. To that end, I created the Design Biology Forensic Evaluation Protocol and then refined it into the Forensic Evaluation Protocol to move beyond biology. So, here we are. I am now combining FEP with a Discourse Analytical Tool. You see, peer review often succeeds or fails on language. Reviewers were tasked with reviewing the claims, tone, certainty words, and how an author handles pushback. They also read the data and the methods. This article turns that “language sense” into a repeatable tool. It adds a discourse layer to FEP, making weak reasoning easier to spot and fix.

🔥🐎 Year of the Fire Horse Energy In the spirit of the Chinese zodiac, the Year of the Horse symbolizes drive, ambition, and forward movement — but the Fire Horse takes it to another level. It represents bold action, passion, and refusing to stay stagnant. No hesitation. No playing small. Just momentum. If you had to move like a Fire Horse this year, what would you finally chase without fear? Drop it below. Let’s spark something powerful together. 🔥

Exploring the Lord’s Prayer and Bad Bunny’s Halftime performance at the Super Bowl (2026). The Our Father is among the most widely known and said prayer in Christianity. A Tradition Remixed reflection about how hearing or saying the Padre Nuestro in Spanish affects how we engage with it.

One: the man is wearing a black wife-beater style shirt. He has reddish hair and dark black skin. There’s a rifle in his hands. It’s aimed at me, at my face. He says “Die white devil”, and then lowers the gun, pointing the barrel at the ground. His choice, a moment where he decided whether I lived or died.

I'm not sure how much I still agree with this story, it's from a long time ago - but the idea about rejecting labels is still solid When I was young I knew a guy who decided that “gay-bashing” was fun. Most of us didn’t know that about him. He was sort of on the periphery of our group. By the time we found out there was no reason for any of us to do anything about it. He’d already received an appropriate reward for his efforts. He tried to beat up the same guy twice and the guy slammed his car into him. Nobody visited him in the hospital. I ran into him many, many years later. I didn’t know who he was. Once he introduced himself I made some noises and then moved away…