It’s been too damn long since I’ve opened up on these pages. It’s funny how time flies, isn’t it? I get distracted—life happens. My “day job” as a Weld County Commissioner keeps me more than busy. It’s a job I dearly love. I love serving and defending the people and principles of Weld County. But this year, this legislative session, has been something else entirely. It’s been particularly hard—bordering on evil. Seriously. It’s all spiritual warfare, after all.
From SB-003 infringing on your God-given right to protect yourself, to HB-1312 whittling away at your God-given right to raise your kids as you choose, this legislative session has danced a little too close to the demonic for comfort. And yet, these pages have stayed relatively silent.
“I’m busy” is an easy excuse. A good one, even. This website is just a hobby—a creative outlet, a place to think out loud. And since January 6th, I’ve been pouring a lot of my extra energy into “The Scott and Sadie Show,” a project I started with my friend Sadie. Three hours a day, sucked out of the schedule. And it’s been well-received, for which I’m thankful.
But if I’m honest—and that’s why you’re here reading this—I’m struggling to find real fulfillment in this online reprise of our old radio show. It’s fun, sure. It’s familiar. But deep down, I know I’m called to something different. Something more.
I’m called to communicate with you about the issues that are affecting your life—ones you may not even know about, because the Colorado Legislature chips away at your freedoms under what seems like a collective shrug from “Normie Colorado.” And it’s bothersome. Because it’s dramatically impacting your life, your family, your future. Whether you notice it or not.
So I find myself drawn back to this blank page. Back to this inherent need to communicate. To tell the truth, as best I can.
As “The Scott and Sadie Show” has gotten off the ground, we’ve had conversations with a couple of different radio groups. One group wasn’t interested in Scott and Sadie as a package deal, but they were interested in me—specifically in political commentary. That excites me.
Because Colorado desperately needs a Paul Harvey. A voice of pragmatism and common sense. Now, I’m not saying I have one one-thousandth the talent of that legendary broadcaster—but I do have an overwhelming desire to speak Colorado common sense to Coloradans who desperately need to hear it. People who need to wake up, re-engage, and reclaim their state.
Nothing may come of these radio conversations—and that’s okay. I trust God, always. His plan, not mine. But I do know this much: I feel a strong pull to wake up these pages again. To dust off the podcast microphone that’s been silent for months.
Because it’s time.
And maybe that’s fitting. After all, it’s spring.
Within days, the farmers will be out planting. That brilliant, emerald green of spring is starting to come alive everywhere you look. Things are new. Renewed. Reborn.
I woke up at 3:15 this morning—on a Saturday, mind you, dammit—to the sound of a bird singing through my slightly cracked window. A simple thing. But somehow it hit me hard.
And what I heard wasn’t just a bird. It was this quiet, unmistakable voice in my heart: “The birds aren’t afraid to raise their voice—the one I gave them. Why are you afraid to raise the voice that I gave you?”
God has a funny way of reminding us about the gifts He’s given. And He expects us to use them.
It’s spring, and He makes all things new. The world is waking up—and it’s time for me to do the same.
Thanks for being here. Thanks for letting me find my voice again.
Let’s get to work.
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