I am a lawyer specializing in litigation. I practice before all the courts in the state of California, including all four of California’s federal district courts. I have appeared before the California Supreme Court and am a member of the Bar of the United States Supreme Court. I am a member of the faculty of the University of California at San Diego and a temporary judge for San Diego County Superior Court. I am a 1985 graduate of the University of California at Berkeley (BA), and a 1988 graduate of the University of Texas Law School. I am also the founder and president of The Frances Kitchen Project, Inc., a 501c3 public charity doing humanitarian building projects for poor women and children in Mexico.
There you have my professional credentials. Now, let me tell you who I really am.
I am a husband of 28 years, a father of three grown daughters, and a man with many friends and a large circle of influence. I am a man of deep Christian faith — not just the church-on-Sunday-only variety — devoted to the Biblical principles that the strong should care for the weak, and those who can speak for themselves should also speak for those who are powerless to speak. I am deeply moved by the plight of the poor and disenfranchised, and I give my life to serve those whom I consider “the invisible people.” I am willing to go anywhere and do anything to be the hands and feet of Jesus. I am genuinely prepared to die for my faith if that is what God would have of me.
I am an independent conservative with libertarian tendencies who frankly loathes liberal progressivism. To me, liberalism is hypocritical, soul-crushing, perverse, and utterly incompatible with all that is life-affirming and good. (If this offends your sensibilities, I invite you to stop reading my blog and find some other way to occupy your time and mind.) I am naturally suspicious of government and I believe that the best government is that which governs least. My favorite founding fathers are Samuel Adams, Patrick Henry, and all the Anti-Federalsts.
I believe that America died when it reelected Barack Obama president on November 6, 2012. It is too late to “save” the nation. It is dead, it is gone, it is over. At the same time, however, I passionately believe that God has the power to “restore” nations, including America; i.e., to bring them back to life after they have died. And so I have committed to pray every day — and I invite you to do the same — that God will perform a miracle and restore America in accordance with the promise He made to His people in Second Chronicles 7:14: “Then if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves, if they will pray and seek me and stop their evil ways, I will hear them from heaven. I will forgive their sin, and I will heal their land.”
I love to write. I am not afraid or ashamed to share my opinions about life, law, politics, and religion. I have led an exciting, abundantly blessed, yet also deeply tragic life, as anyone who knows my story will attest. In my writing, I transparently share my life experiences and faith. I am acutely aware that my writing entertains and informs many, encourages and blesses some, and infuriates and offends a few. I am happy when my writing entertains and informs, profoundly moved when it encourages and blesses, and frankly unconcerned when it infuriates and offends.
I enjoy ethnic food, traveling to obscure places, and running marathons. I ride a 1982 GS1100G and my favorite article of clothing is a red poncho hand-made by a Native American weaver from the Mexican state of Oaxaca.
According to my wife Barbara, I am also a little crazy. I reluctantly agree.