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As I've documented in the past, many leftist teachers teach our youngsters to hate our country.
Many reporters caught up in the bizarre world of official Washington have written extensively on political tactics and implications of the so-called government shutdown and disastrous launch of HealthCare.gov. Typical was a New York Times headline that blared ''Republicans, Sensing Weakness in Health Law Rollout, Switch Tactics.''
It's really hard to hear people sometimes, isn't it?
I've written extensively over the past several weeks that we, the voters, need to be vigilant and suspicious of the current political atmosphere.
My sister recently had surgery for a deviated septum and came home with splints up her nose and a bandage designed by an architect. A couple of days later, her 4-year-old grandson walked in the door, took a look and said, "Looks like you had a bad day." Indeed.
When our oldest child was an infant, I talked to her nonstop. It was an ongoing monologue, a narrative of her life in progress. Topics included what we were doing, where we were going, what I was dressing her in, what the weather was like and what was happening next.
I've reached an age of almost knowing about life. Sometimes, I still believe I know nothing, yet I know more than I did the day before yesterday.
I called Junior E. Lee, general manager of the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Co., located in Greater Garfield, Ga., to see what kind of reactions he was getting from the public to the recent shutdown of the federal government.
My husband loves watching the Cooking Channel. He often tries some recipe he has seen or asks me to look it up on the Internet and print it out for him.
Shortly after the end of World War II, a pair of allergists gave some medication to a patient suffering from hives. Surprisingly, the patient reported her lifelong battle with carsickness had disappeared. After follow-up testing, Dramamine quickly became standard issue for fighting motion sickness.
Last week's column discussed the political tradeoffs made by black politicians and civil rights organizations that condemn whole generations of black youngsters to failing schools (http://tinyurl.com/6mmlsf). Similar political tradeoffs in labor markets condemn many blacks, particularly black youths, to high rates of unemployment and reduced economic opportunities. Let's look at this, starting with a few historical facts.
Candidate debates have created many memorable moments in American history, many of them arising from the televised debates of the 20th and 21st centuries.
The news this week of two arrests in the case of a 12-year-old suicide is a reminder of how middle school drama can go awry.
Five years ago, my husband and I moved to Covington. My only knowledge of Covington was that the TV drama "In the Heat of the Night" was filmed here. I watched that show at every opportunity; I even came to an auction of articles from the show once.
Out of the corner of my eye, as I was passing a television, I saw a plane fly into a building. The sound was not on, and I thought, it must be a small plane and a small building. An errant pilot or a plane with failing equipment apparently had crashed when it intended to land.
Nancy Schulz is many things to many people. We know her first and foremost as District 3 commissioner on the Newton County Board of Commissioners. The lone female voice, she's serving her second four-year term.
It is flattering to have readers tell me I should run for public office. There are also an equal number of adoring fans who say I should stick my head in a bucket of tar. But that is a topic for another day.
September is an awkward month. Students are back in school. In some cases, they have been back in school for over a month. Football Fridays and Saturdays are in full swing. Winter clothes are in the stores. My younger daughter reported that she wanted to buy a pair of shorts for her grammar school-aged child, because it would be too hot to wear jeans or pants for at least another month. She went to at ...
Irene Burquest facilitated the role of women in the military, serving as a recruiter and publicity guru during World War II with the Women's Army Auxiliary Corp - WAAC (later called WAC).
If liberals and the despitefully misguided and uninformed were as smart as they like to think they are, they would have a better way of showing it. One avenue of showing it would be to have cogent, reasoned debate. But cogent, reasoned debate is not reflexively calling anything they do not like and/or have not heard before a lie; it's not blaming George Bush, for everything including the seven-year locusts; and it isn't blaming white ...
Here's a question: What is the true test of one's commitment to freedom of expression? Is it when one permits others to express ideas with which he agrees? Or is it when he permits others to express ideas he finds deeply offensive?
Back in the mid-seventies, my Uncle Jack took me "window shopping" at a huge car auction out in the Georgia countryside.
How about a big, juicy, rib-eye steak for dinner Thursday night? Plus home-cooked sides, sweet tea, and even some delicious dessert, all for only $15 flat. That's right-- no taxes or tips necessary! It's a meal you can't beat, and a great crowd to boot. The Piedmont Cattlemen's Association is one of our largest donors each year, and Thursday night's dinner and auction is its major fundraiser for local youth programs. The silent auction begins ...
Good parents eventually learn that lines in the sand are useful only if enforced. Inevitably, red lines will be stepped on or, more often than not, jumped over. If the lines have no meaning, children will realize that their parents are full of bluster and either lack the ability or the determination to carry through with punishment.
Our friends had a wonderful home in the country nearby. Everyone loved to go there. The property dropped gracefully away from a pasture with road frontage down several descending levels until it reached its lowest point, another open pasture. Just where sky-scraping hardwoods grew that divided the property, front from back, their home was nestled. On their screened back porch, we would sit looking out into the treetops.
Rats! As if creating this profound and pithy prose each week weren't hard enough, now I have discovered a legislator with a sense of humor. The apocalypse is upon us. As those of you who have followed this space over the years know well and those of you who are new to it will soon discover, I feed on the humor-impaired like a possum on a sweet potato, especially puffed-up politicians. I enjoy pricking their ...
It's my turn to have my ladies' bridge club this month. There are eight of us, and we meet one evening a month at someone's house.
Race-mongers and those who use color of skin as a cudgel to silence any and all criticism of Obama should be forced to answer the following questions:
This week begins my 34th year serving on George Mason University's distinguished economics faculty.