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Is it Journalism, or Just “Copy Pasta”?

I thought journalists dug for facts and chased the truth? Well, a massive chunk of what passes for “news” today is just churnalism, and it’s a sickness in the industry. It’s the business of “copy pasta.” Scouring other sites and…

Oktoberfest: A September Celebration?

Oktoberfest 2025 kicks off on Saturday, September 20th. The festivities officially begin at noon when the Mayor of Munich taps the first keg and proclaims the famous Bavarian phrase: “O’zapft is!” which translates to “It’s Tapped!” Why September? Here’s the…

Why an Open Government is a Good Thing

Stop being an apologist. This is not about red or blue. When a government is open and honest, a lot of good things happen for everyone. Keeps Leaders in Check: When politicians know people are watching, they’re more likely to…

The Real Power of a New Hobby

I suggested my wife and I try Dungeons & Dragons with a unique group: her friend’s English husband, Martin, and our Dungeon Master, Irene, who ran the game from Arizona while we played from Spain. After one awkward session of…

Are We Starving Our Children’s Potential?

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The information in this post is too important to ignore. If this resonates with you, please share it. Spreading this knowledge is a simple but powerful way to make a difference for children who need us. Hunger is the enemy…

Anointed in Victory, Exiled in Defeat

We quirky people have a strange but powerful way of thinking about luck. The same object we call “lucky” after a win is often blamed and discarded after a loss. The Swansonium Institute is a reader-supported publication. To receive new…

The Unspoken Cost of Heroism

Defining a War Hero A war hero is someone who demonstrates exceptional courage and selfless sacrifice during a war. They go beyond what’s expected, often risking or giving their lives to save others, win an important battle, or protect their…

When Fear Paralyzes, We Must Climb

It started like any other day, a simple trip to the shop, my mind wandering through the mundane rhythm of errands and hunger. But as I stepped back outside, that familiar beat was broken. A stranger’s motion, a glance toward…