George Neumayr (–2023)
Autore di No Higher Power: Obama's War on Religious Freedom
Opere di George Neumayr
Etichette
Informazioni generali
- Nome canonico
- Neumayr, George
- Nome legale
- Neumayr, George
- Data di morte
- 2023-01-19
- Sesso
- male
- Nazionalità
- USA
- Nazione (per mappa)
- United States of America
- Luogo di morte
- Côte d’Ivoire, Africa
- Causa della morte
- malaria
- Attività lavorative
- journalist
- Organizzazioni
- The American Spectator
- Breve biografia
- George Neumayr is co-author of the national bestseller No Higher Power: Obama’s War on Religious Freedom. He is a contributing editor to (and former executive editor of) The American Spectator. He was op-ed editor for Investor’s Business Daily and has written on politics and religion for many publications, including The Washington Times, The Daily Caller, National Review Online, Human Events, New Oxford Review, and The Guardian. He is the former editor of Catholic World Report and a former media fellow at Stanford’s Hoover Institution.
Utenti
Recensioni
Why a second Obama term could spell the end of Catholic hospitals and the court-martialing of Christian military chaplains
How the Obama administration is stripping conscience protections for pro-life doctors and nurses—forcing them to either assist in abortions or quit medicine
How the Obama administration sought to ban Bibles from military hospitals and prohibit invocations of Jesus Christ at military funerals
Why even Justice Elena Kagan—an Obama appointee to the Supreme Court—was shocked by the Obama administration’s dictating employment policy at a Lutheran church
How Obama is defying federal law in the Defense of Marriage Act
How liberal Christians like Jim Wallis have acted as useful idiots for Obama’s war on Christianity—and how the Catholic Left in Chicago actually helped pay for Obama’s training as a disciple of the radical Saul Alinsky
Why the Obama administration coddles Islam while actively discriminating against Christians and Jews… (altro)
How the Obama administration is stripping conscience protections for pro-life doctors and nurses—forcing them to either assist in abortions or quit medicine
How the Obama administration sought to ban Bibles from military hospitals and prohibit invocations of Jesus Christ at military funerals
Why even Justice Elena Kagan—an Obama appointee to the Supreme Court—was shocked by the Obama administration’s dictating employment policy at a Lutheran church
How Obama is defying federal law in the Defense of Marriage Act
How liberal Christians like Jim Wallis have acted as useful idiots for Obama’s war on Christianity—and how the Catholic Left in Chicago actually helped pay for Obama’s training as a disciple of the radical Saul Alinsky
Why the Obama administration coddles Islam while actively discriminating against Christians and Jews… (altro)
Statistiche
- Opere
- 4
- Utenti
- 45
- Popolarità
- #340,917
- Voto
- 3.8
- Recensioni
- 2
- ISBN
- 16
“Pretend you’re good at it.” is my new mantra.
I needed to take a minute to sleep on how to review this one, because I was a ball of emotions after reading it. If you are following my reviews, yes, I am reading this backwards. Reading publications backwards is so great because you know where they are, and get to see where they grew from as a person and a writing.
Anyway. Last night while I was pondering over what to write as a review we were watching tv, and it was like 2:30 in the morning. Nicholi wanted to switch from Frasier and we couldn't decide what to switch to, and I was like we need a show that puts you to sleep. And he was unamused. But I was like we could put it in the corner, take it out when it's time for bed. Which just confused him more. So I added, it needs to be scared. Which caused me to laugh uncontrollably as I tried to tell him, that it needed to be scared because when we pull it out of the corner it knows you're going to fall asleep in it, so it needs to try it's best to keep you away because no show wants to be someone's fall asleep while watching it. But I don't think he understood because I was laughing so hard and he gave me the annoyed sigh, and said something about wasting five minutes. In that moment I realized that I am furiously happy.
Even when my depression and anxiety have taken over my mind completely and I am doing my best to not show everyone that I am falling apart, I have figured out the few random things that make me laugh hysterically. And I can be in that moment in spite of my demons trying to tell me that I'm not worthy of that single moment of happiness.
Us: 2, demons: -1. Because they should get points taken away when they try and "wreak havoc in our minds", not given to them.
This book hit me harder than [b:Broken|54305363|Broken (in the best possible way)|Jenny Lawson|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1597856341l/54305363._SY75_.jpg|84739109], and I think it's because this one is more focused on her struggles with depression and anxiety. For the first time, it really felt like someone understood what living with anxiety is like. I cried so much more while reading this once, just for the fact of being validated in my struggles. The way she can put mental illness into words that others can understand is awe-inspiring.
You will love this book if you love her blog. If you are a weirdo. If you suffer from depression or/and anxiety. If you need to escape into someone else's life for a bit? Whatever sinks, your submarine, I'm not hear to judge.
Quotes I want to remember:
"I wish someone had told me this simple but confusing truth: Even when everything’s going your way you can still be sad. Or anxious. Or uncomfortably numb. Because you can’t always control your brain or your emotions even when things are perfect. The really scary thing is that sometimes that makes it worse. You’re supposed to be sad when things are shitty, but if you’re sad when you have everything you’re ever supposed to want? That’s utterly terrifying."
"It is an amazing gift to be able to recognize that the things that make you the happiest are so much easier to grasp than you thought. There is such freedom in being able to celebrate and appreciate the unique moments that recharge you and give you peace and joy. Sure, some people want red carpets and paparazzi. Turns out I just want banana Popsicles dipped in Malibu rum. It doesn’t mean I’m a failure at appreciating the good things in life. It means I’m successful in recognizing what the good things in life are for me.”
“To all who walk the dark path, and to those who walk in the sunshine but hold out a hand in the darkness to travel beside us: Brighter days are coming. Clearer sight will arrive. And you will arrive too. No, it might not be forever. The bright moments might be for a few days at a time, but hold on for those days. Those days are worth the dark. In the dark you find yourself, all bones and exhaustion and helplessness. In the dark you find your basest self. In the dark you find the bottom of watery trenches the rest of the world only sees the surface of. You will see things that no normal person will ever see. Terrible things. Mysterious things. Things that try to burrow into your mind like a bad seed. Things that whisper dark and horrid secrets that you want to forget. Things that scream lies. Things that want you dead. Things that will stop at nothing to pull you down further and kill you in the most terrible way of all … by your own trembling hand. These things are fearsome monsters … the kind you always knew would sink in their needle-sharp teeth and pull you under the bed if you left a dangling limb out. You know they aren’t real, but when you’re in that black, watery hole with them they are the realest thing there is. And they want us dead. And sometimes they succeed. But not always. And not with you. You are alive. You have fought and battled them. You are scarred and worn and sometimes exhausted and were perhaps even close to giving up, but you did not. You have won many battles. There are no medals given out for these fights, but you wear your armor and your scars like an invisible skin, and each time you learn a little more. You learn how to fight. You learn which weapons work. You learn who your allies are. You learn that those monsters are exquisite liars who will stop at nothing to get you to surrender. Sometimes you fight valiantly with fists and words and fury. Sometimes you fight by pulling yourself into a tiny ball, blotting out the monsters along with the rest of the world. Sometimes you fight by giving up and turning it over to someone else who can fight for you. Sometimes you just fall deeper. And in the deepest, night-blind fathoms you’re certain that you’re alone. You aren’t. I’m there with you. And I’m not alone. Some of the best people are here too … feeling blindly. Waiting. Crying. Surviving. Painfully stretching their souls so that they can learn to breathe underwater … so that they can do what the monsters say is impossible. So that they can live. And so that they can find their way back to the surface with the knowledge of things that go bump in the night. So that they can dry themselves in the warm light that shines so brightly and easily for those above the surface. So that they can walk with others in the sunlight but with different eyes … eyes that still see the people underwater, allowing them to reach out into the darkness to pull up fellow fighters, or to simply hold their cold hands and sit beside the water to wait patiently for them to come up for air. Ground zero is where the normal people live their lives, but not us. We live in the negatives so often that we begin to understand that life when the sun shines should be lived full throttle, soaring. The invisible tether that binds the normal people on their steady course doesn’t hold us in the same way. Sometimes we walk in sunlight with everyone else. Sometimes we live underwater and fight and grow. And sometimes … … sometimes we fly.”
Notes: HP mentions.… (altro)