A government that lives within its means enables families to live within theirs. Our state government spends too much, delivers too little, and answers to everyone but Coloradans. If elected as your governor, that ends immediately. I will conduct a full line-by-line audit of every agency to uncover waste and corruption From there, I'll impose annual zero-based budgeting to prevent continued abuse of your funds. It's time for real policies that help everyday Coloradans, not insiders. Your input matters. Visit Victor2026.com & let us know: – what can we do to serve you?

A quick story for the non-Christian or Christian-curious women observing the hyper-patriarchal accounts on X: I recently gave a presentation. Per usual, I came down hard on no-fault divorce, gay marriage, IVF, and all forms of surrogacy. My delivery often stands in stark contrast with other female panelists who are more nuanced, and who offer (appropriate) qualifiers like, "This might be hard to hear but it's important to consider another perspective…" I wrapped up my presentation with, "I know activist-Katy can be a little intense, so thanks for bearing with me." This is what one of the (masculine, theologically-astute) male organizers sent to me afterward. He-not the misogynists-represents the kind of men that a full-counsel-of-scripture Christianity will produce. The kind of men you follow not because you're forced to, but because they lead so well that you want to.

Too bad this wasn’t available at morgues ✝️

UATX will never charge tuition. And we will never take government money. Here's why. Graduates spend decades shouldering debt for hollow credentials. This debt influences every decision they make: What job to take. Where to live. When to marry. When to have children. Some will never start that company. Never take that risk. Never build what they were meant to build. Meanwhile, universities take billions of subsidies from Washington while hoarding billions in endowments. And every year, they raise tuition. Universities get richer. Students get poorer. America gets weaker. Every breakthrough — every invention, every industry, every new frontier — began with a handful of extraordinary individuals free to take extraordinary risks. Washington led men into battle at 22. Carnegie was building his steel empire by 30. Meriwether Lewis charted the American West in his twenties. Sam Colt patented the revolver at 22. Palmer Luckey sold Oculus at 21. Patrick Collison founded Stripe at 22. Michael Dell began his computer business at 19. Fred Smith launched FedEx at 29. None of them spent his twenties paying off student loans. Thanks to a $100 million gift from Jeff Yass — the largest donation since UATX was founded in 2021 — we're breaking the chains. His gift marks the launch of a $300 million campaign to build a university that sets students free. Our bet: Create graduates so exceptional they'll pay it forward when they succeed, financing the tuition of the next generation. When our students build important companies, defend our nation, advance scientific frontiers, build families, and create works that elicit awe, they'll remember who made their excellence possible. And they’ll give back. Other Americans will take notice. Those who believe in unleashing American talent will invest in creating more of it. Every other college gets paid whether students succeed or fail. At UATX, if our graduates don't become essential to American excellence — and if their work doesn't inspire others to fund this mission — we're done. Every dollar raised, every professor hired, every course taught must produce extraordinary graduates — or we fail. We've designed our own constraints: no room for bloated bureaucracies, no frivolous departments, no administrative empire-building. Our survival depends on one thing only: graduating leaders free to pursue American greatness. The University of Austin rejects the credentialing cartel. We admit purely on test scores, rank every student, and fail those who can't cut it. The nation's brightest are coming to Austin — transferring from Carnegie Mellon, turning down UChicago, leaving Columbia — to wrestle with great books, master AI and data science, and start real companies on campus. They're choosing a university dedicated to excellence instead of collecting hollow credentials elsewhere. Jeff Yass has shown us what betting on America’s future looks like. Now we invite you to join him.

Of all three books I've written, this one is my favorite.

To all the parents of deconstructed kids. I see you. God sees you. You are not alone. He has not forgotten your child. He has not abandoned you. He is working all things together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28) The devil is a liar. Hold on to this.

Speaking tonight at Edgewater Christian Fellowship in Grants Pass, Oregon. Any men in the area welcome to join us! (It's a Game Changers men's event.)

We should all ponder deeply the offense of our own sin. I deserve nothing but hell and the full brunt of God's wrath. Because of this, I am so deeply and immeasurably grateful for the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross. Thank you, Lord for saving a sinner like me.

The audience got it right. The “how” is the hard part. There’s no one-size-fits-all answer. Every couple is different. But here’s the counsel Ryan and I often share. To the husband (if he’ll listen): He needs other men. Real ones. Men who pray, labor, study and joke shoulder-to-shoulder. So Ryan invites him into his world, coffee with brothers in Christ, men’s breakfasts, service projects, a softball team, anything that knits him into a circle of godly men who model what it means to “act like men” and lead with humility and strength. No man learns headship in isolation. He learns it by patterning himself after other men doing headship well. To the wife: His lack of spiritual zeal should never quench yours. Don’t dim your light to match his shadow. Pursue the Lord with your whole heart. Grow in wisdom and in the knowledge of Scripture. There are no downsides for your family in your biblical literacy—or better yet, biblical mastery. A spiritually sharp wife can be one of God’s greatest instruments in sanctifying a family. When you long for him to lead: Tell him ONCE, without bitterness or manipulation, that you yearn for him to lead you spiritually. Say it from the heart: that you don’t just want emotional and physical intimacy, but spiritual intimacy too. Then stop talking and start praying. Pray your guts out. Pray with a few other trusted women that the Spirit will awaken his soul. In my experience, there are two things move a man to reform: 1.Godly men he respects calling him to step up. (One of the many reasons God was wise to insist on male only pastors/elders.) 2.Consequences- Feeling the weight of his poor leadership when it hurts him and those he loves. How she should follow when he doesn’t lead: Leadership requires a follower. You can encourage him to step up simply by saying “yes” to non-essentials instead of contesting them. - Yes, we can visit your parents next month. - Yes, you can cut down that tree in the backyard. - Yes, I’ll trust your plan for this move or career change. (If those are bad ideas, let consequences reveal it to him.) That kind of trust builds confidence in him and peace in your home. But submission is not a blank check to sin. If he leads you into harm or rebellion against God, remember—Christ is your ultimate Head (Eph 5:23). You are not required to degrade yourself or enable sin: - No, you don’t comply with sexual acts that dishonor your body or God’s design. - No, you don’t conceal gambling losses or tax lies. - No, you don’t let secrecy or shame rule your home. Obedience to Christ outranks even submission to your husband. (Acts 5:29). The long view: I’ve seen women, through quiet strength and radiant holiness, sanctify their homes (1 Pet 3:1-2). Some have won their husbands without a word, by their conduct. But the answer is never for her to slow her pursuit of God. It is for him to start his.

Why Zohran Mamdani is more dangerous than you think:

DL Moody is said to have preached the gospel to 100 million people. And brought 1 million to Christ. One day a woman critiqued his evangelism method. Moody replied “I agree with you.  I don’t like the way I do it either.  Tell me, how do you do it?”  The lady replied, “I don’t do it.”  Moody retorted, “Then I like my way of doing it better than your way of not doing it.” A century later, the same spirit runs unchecked, eager to condemn the faithful builders, those actually fortifying men and women in truth and practice. Only now, the pews are digital and the critics have Wi-Fi. For every MacArthur, Stuckey, Dobson, Kirk, Mohler, or Pearcey, there are a thousands anonymous accounts dissecting their method without joining the mission. As Moody might say, “I like their way of doing it wrong better than your way of not doing it at all."

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If @Telegraph were to tell this story from the child’s perspective 25 years from now. I came into the world already loving someone I would never know. For nine months, I grew beneath the heartbeat of a woman named Carole-Anne, the only person who ever truly kept me safe. I didn’t know her name then, only the sound of her voice, the rhythm of her pulse, the warmth of her laughter. Even in the womb, I knew her. When she grew sick, when her blood pressure rose, when she was confined to bed and her body bled to keep me alive, I felt it all. We were one. And then, suddenly, after whispering something I don’t remember but that was infused with love and apology, she was gone. I was handed to strangers, carried across borders, and placed in the arms of people who had paid for me. I would never again know the woman who had been my first home. I later learned that my beginning had been a deception from start to finish. The couple she thought she was helping, Todd and Lisa, weren’t my parents at all. Lisa was pregnant with her own child, and I had been conceived with an anonymous egg and sperm from a man named Mark in England, the man who eventually paid $100,000 to take me home. I wasn’t adopted; I was acquired. Before that, I drifted in limbo, a nameless baby caught in a legal fight, sent to foster care while governments argued over paperwork. I imagine I cried for the voice I’d known, but she wasn’t there. Every time I began to attach, I was moved again. As a child, I sensed a kind of unease that no one around me could name. My mother, the one who raised me, loved me, I think, but with a sort of anxious pride, as if my existence had to justify something. When I asked why I had green eyes no one else shared, or where my red hair came from, the answers tightened the air in the room. “That doesn’t matter,” they’d say. “Do you know what we went through to have you?” The conversation always ended there, with guilt, as if I was wrong for asking questions that every human child asks. By my teens, I began to understand what they couldn’t admit, that I was not born from love, but from logistics. I had been conceived in a clinic, gestated by a woman who nearly died to bring me into the world, and traded for six figures. Every story about my birth was wrapped in euphemism, “helping a family,” “a gift of life,” but I could feel the shadow behind the words. I didn’t know who I was, only who I wasn’t. Now, at twenty-five, I know that my life began in a blur of toxic empathy and exploitation. I am a living example of what happens when procreation is outsourced and motherhood is replaced by money. I carry pieces of people I’ll never meet, a donor’s genes, a surrogate’s sacrifice, an agent’s lawyer, all stitched together into a single body that still aches for the mother I was denied.

We really need to wake up to the reality of radical Islam (which is another way of saying “consistent Islam.”) Yes, not all Muslims want to tax, enslave, or kill non-Muslims, but those practices are what is consistent with Islamic teaching.

The Crusades were a response to 400 years of Islamist aggression against Europe and Christians.

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