The health care rollout is an enormous political gift that may lead the Republican Party to win control of the Senate in 2014. But, as President Barack Obama's health-care law collapses, the GOP should avoid the temptation to promote its own top-down solution as an alternative.
Have you put into context what the Republican Party is doing to Tea Party people and every other group that dares to represent the interests of the people?
You know they're coming. There's no place to run, there's no place to hide, and they'll come whether you're ready or not.
Whether we like it or not, November is the start of all those family get-togethers. It's off to grandmother's house or to visit the new in-laws.
Last week, family and friends gathered in the small town of Chattahoochee Hills, south of Atlanta, to celebrate a life well-lived. Our late grandson, Zack Wansley, was honored at the dedication of "Zack's Glade," a pristine and picturesque piece of Cochran Mill Park near where he died while training for the Atlanta Marathon in 2008.
According to some estimates, there are more than 100 million traffic signals in the U.S., but whatever the number, how many of us would like Washington D.C., in the name of public health and safety, to be in sole charge of their operation?
Americans are pragmatic, not ideological.
Editor's note: Columnist David McCoy is taking a break. This column was originally published in July, 2011.
Is it possible that people are so addicted to skin color that they refuse to acknowledge the most obvious indications that something is wrong? The answer, of course, is "yes, many are."
Autumn has always been a transitional season for me. As a child, I saw it as the time when the carefree days of summer changed to conform with the structure and requirements of school. The same held true through college and graduate school.
TO: UGA PRESIDENT JERE MOREHEAD RE: WELCOME ABOARD Dear Dr. Morehead: Congratulations on your investiture as the 22nd president of the University of Georgia. I wish I could be there for the ceremony Nov. 19, but I have a long-scheduled conflict on that day. Otherwise, I would be there barking "Woof! Woof!" to show my pleasure in having you officially recognized as the leader of my beloved alma mater. This solemn occasion probably doesn't lend ...
It's been almost five years since I started Pecan Pie for the Mind, and I've finally succumbed to the classic "writing about writing" device that so many use to rattle off a quick column.
Washington's political class fundamentally misunderstands the role of politics and government in American society. They act as if government is the central force in American life and that its decisions guide the course of the nation. In historical reality, societal trends embrace new technology and the deep currents of public opinion lead the way. Government follows along a decade or two behind.
In years gone by, a woman in America who wasn't married between ages 18 and 25 was known as an "old maid."
I have some good news and some bad news. I read in the paper recently about a proposed venture to send people to Mars. The good news is that it will be a one-way trip. The bad news is that the launch isn't scheduled until 2022, meaning anybody dumb enough to consider the idea of going to Mars and staying there will be hanging around for another nine years on our planet and lowering the collective IQ for the rest of us. Bummer.
This has been the wettest spring and early summer that I can remember. Or maybe it just seems so because we had gone previously through about five years of drought.
Sixty-four percent of Americans say that it's possible to have an honest discussion about race in America. I would like to believe that, but I am skeptical.
If you try hard, you might recall the beauty of a bright blue sky studded with big, puffy white clouds, both missing for weeks. But look around and revel in the rainbow of colors that summer brings, rain or shine: lemony daylilies, rosy crepe myrtles, shiny red tomatoes, bold yellow squash, massed purple petunias and verbena, golden marigolds, the look-at-me colors of Gerbera daisies, inky blue blueberries, the quietly alluring pink, blue and lavender of ...
Currently 20 of the 100 U.S. senators are women, as are 78 of the 435 representatives, for a grand total of 18 percent of congressional seats.
After much posturing, the General Assembly passed a sleeves-out-of-their-vests piece of legislation on lobbying reform in the last session and wants us to believe it has answered our concerns. Not so.
My two weeks of grandchildren-sitting are over. I have about gotten my house back in order. There are still a few things I cannot find, but I am sure I will soon run into them. I have changed all the beds and washed and dried loads of laundry. The golf cart is having a well-deserved rest. I was beginning to wonder if it would survive. The four grandchildren like to ride it around and around ...
I had a bit of time to burn last week and wasn't totally sure what I'd do with my short taste of freedom, so one of my friends asked, "Don't you have a 'Honey Do' list?"
As if more evidence were needed about the tragedy of black education, Rachel Jeantel, a witness for the prosecution in the George Zimmerman murder trial, put a face on it for the nation to see.
By now, you may have seen the news that I will run this fall for a seat on the Covington City Council. That means this will be my last column … for a while.
Donald Trump's tweet Tuesday of this week puts it all in perspective, "@realDonaldTrump: With Spitzer & Anthony Weiner running for office, New York is pervert central! Pathetic."
If you were SPAM, you'd be 76 years old this year, and plenty of jokes suggest that what comes out of a can of SPAM is about that old.
There is no way I could produce such pithy and thought-provoking essays each week without the help of my columnist commandos.
My Macon granddaughters are still with me this week. This week they and my two Covington granddaughters are attending Art Camp on the square at the Southern Heartland Gallery.
Recent opinion polls demonstrate a deepening distrust of the federal government. That's not an altogether bad thing.
When Americans celebrate Independence Day on July 4, we commemorate the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. In reality, the declaration wasn't the spark that lit the fuse of the American Revolution; the first shots were fired in Concord and Lexington more than a year before.