It’s time to make an official announcement.
After fourteen years of posts, the Caleb Coy Blog is now coming to an end.
It’s been a long journey, with its ups and downs and…welll… I have to say…
Happy April Fool’s!
It’s time to make an official announcement.
After fourteen years of posts, the Caleb Coy Blog is now coming to an end.
It’s been a long journey, with its ups and downs and…welll… I have to say…
Happy April Fool’s!
In 1096 the first Christian crusade was a mission to retake Jerusalem from the Muslims.
The first thing the crusaders did before leaving home was murder 2,000-5,000 Jews.
After 40 years of that forever war, the crusaders reached Jerusalem. They liberated the city by killing Muslims. And Jews. Literally a city founded by Jews, and the Christians killed them there to erect a “Christian” city. Because the Pope told them to.
And if 40 years sounds like a forever war, guess what. There were three more crusades over the course of 200 years. Many Jews, Christians, and Muslims died, and during none of that time did Jesus come back.
850 years after the first crusade, Germany would exterminate even more Jews, after boldly claiming that they were the third iteration of the great empire that started the crusades. And they couldn’t have done it without recruiting masses of Christians invested in their country’s GDP. And they executed Christians who spoke against them.
Proponents of any “Holy War” from Western Christians against the Middle-East today who believe that violence must be done in order for Jesus to come back—damn your religion to hell. It is not that of Christ. You don’t care about Jews, and you don’t get to pretend that you care about Jews. You welcome the slaughter of anyone, even your own kind, in order to force Christ to come back. People like you are the anti-Christ.
Curse your rhetoric and your trash calls for patriotism and faith, you who pretend to care about Israel, but provoke wars that will slaughter Israelis, as well as Gazans, Iranians, and others. People in far lands are not tools for your dreams of cheaper gas, climbing portfolios, and fast-returning you-shaped saviors.
Oh, and those “Christian” crusaders. Yeah, they also killed fellow Christians. In Europe. Constantly. For political reasons. They attacked Constantinople for political reasons. They no interest in Gospel. Faith was just a tool to accomplish violence for kings.
The meek shall inherit the earth. It’s best go move out of their way while you still have a chance to become them.

It Was Never The Ukraine
I
The first I’d heard of it was a report
of a missionary we’d funded in 1993
to the Ukraine, one of those
lands between Europe and Russia—
are they still Soviet?
We referred to it as Russia but not quite, Russia
sort of, like ghosts invaded a thicker
land. Pale people, as in the photographs,
like us but not, decades behind, unibrows
and windbreakers and woven attachments
on their blouses—is there a cow that won’t
milk at all? kind of place. We lent a missionary
to the region, the subregion, that
portion, a satellite of some swelling realer place.
II
I saw the missionary on a newspaper in 2005.
Only it was Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
taped to a bulletin board with a note:
“Is our missionary a terrorist?”
as a joke, perhaps. The missionary laughed.
He looked like a photograph of Ahmadinejad.
III
I never forgot the missionary’s face resembling
Iran’s president, and now cannot unsee the face
of Ukraine’s president. We sent no man
from the America, he did not look like
the chief executive of the Iran.
But why, after having gone and returned,
did he never tell us not to say the Ukraine?
And I know the heart and the face of the man who
taped the clipping, and can see him shrug
at Putin’s prerogative, at what we call what don’t care to see being.
It was never right, but it was the right. The hatred. The ignorance.
I am tired of every the that there is.
Yes, the Mormonites seem to have some misgivings about the portrayal of their religion and its leader in the hit Netflix series, American Primeval. Continue reading
Your family always votes for this person.
Your family always votes for their opponent’s party, and you want to spite them.
Your spiritual advisor told you and a bunch of other people it was your duty or calling to vote for this person.
A celebrity you really like endorsed this person.
A celebrity you really don’t like endorsed their opponent. Continue reading
Readers, I want to thank you for reading this blog for over a decade. I started this blog in 2012. Originally it was a blog about being a father, but I realized the platform could be useful, and so I kept at it for twelve years.

I’ve covered topics from religion, to politics, to parenting, to literature, to the different ways to describe Tom Waits’s Voice.
In all this time, the blog, of course, has been free. And I intend it to stay that way.
And while I believe in free resources and I don’t like asking for money, I’d like to give readers an opportunity to support the work of this blog. Writing takes work. And when it comes to doing research, that work can sometimes take hours.
Not to mention that I’ve had work published outside this blog, and believe it or not, some journals don’t pay their contributors. But I try to provide links to them anyway.
So if you have found this blog enjoyable, useful, or even tolerable throughout the years—or maybe you just feel the urge to support another “starving artist” in this world— today you have the opportunity to give a little something to help support that work. At your discretion.
So if you feel so inclined, here are three venue options through which you can support a hard-working writer.
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God bless you all. And God bless Robin Hood!

Even more than last year. I’ve been really at it in the satire field. Meanwhile, some fiction, poetry, and non-fiction continues to appear. I appreciate all the reader support during this time.
This month I have a new short story appearing in Mystery Tribune online:
Click here to read “Cherokee Knives”
And this month’s satires:
It’s Me, First Watch: Stop Referring To Me as the Instagrammer’s Cracker Barrel in Greener Pastures
I, Herman Melville, Ask That You Please Stop Teaching My Bloated Whale Encyclopedia to High Schoolers in Jane Austen’s Wastebasket
Album Names For Your Dad’s Bluegrass Cover Band in Weekly Humorist
It’s a new month, and summer has been productive. Here’s an update on the writing that’s been coming out from Caleb Coy Industries—a thing that I just made up.
My latest personal essay out in Change Seven. “Neighbors Now” Take a look!
My first publication in a sci-fi journal, 365 Tomorrows. A flash fiction piece called “A Thousand Tiny Steps” Take a look!
A short article, “What Kurt Vonnegut Taught Me About Writing For a Living” in Writing101
And here are some of the recent satires:
“Help Me: I Am Vehicle Illiterate” in MuddyUm
“I, Male Director of This Film, am Excited to Flesh Out This Female Character, Who is On Screen For Three Minutes” in Greener Pastures
“A Sitcom In Which Putin and Trump Share a Prison Cell, Starring Only Actual Things They’ve Said”
in Doctor Funny
“German Words For Complex Emotions You Didn’t Know About” in Slackjaw
“T.S. Eliot Reviews The Little Mermaid” in MuddyUm
“National “Weed Your Garden Day” Is Now National “Weed Garden” Day” in The Haven
“Diaries of a Dying Jellyfish That Has Just Been Discovered By Two Third Grade Boys”
in MuddyUm
“We’ve Run Out Of Ways To Make a Message Self-Destruct” in MuddyUm
“Other Things To Try In a Small Town: A Tourism Guide” in The Haven