When I first heard Herman Cain call his tax plan "9-9-9," it sounded like something I might have heard a fraulein tell me years ago when I was a GI in Germany: "Nein, nein, nein!"
CNBC's Maria Bartiromo: "Do you think it's right that Boeing has to close down that plant in South Carolina because it's non-union?"
Is the United States in decline? With protesters in the streets, Washington in gridlock and our economy on life support, it's easy to understand why the question is being asked a lot these days. But, as an old saying goes, where you stand depends on where you sit.
WASHINGTON -- If you were Herman Cain, what would you do?
It's a simple-yet-intriguing idea: a web site that allows presidential candidates from across the country -- and politicians vying for a host of other races, too -- to simply and unequivocally state their positions on important issues so that voters can know exactly where they stand.
It's been nearly two weeks since Halloween.
To this point in the 2012 election cycle, the Republican contenders have been all bark and no bite when it comes to the nation's energy future. President Obama's approach, however, hasn't been much better.
WASHINGTON -- Herman Cain searched his memory for details about what might have caused a woman in the 1990s to accuse him of sexual harassment.
You might wonder how KershawHealth meets the health and wellness needs of our community. After all, creating a healthier community is an integral part of our mission. How do we provide the education, support and activities that will accomplish this worthy goal?
President candidate Herman Cain came to Washington to talk about his tax plans but ended up talking about sex. Welcome to the life of the top-tier candidate, Mr. Cain.
Beginning in the 1830s and continuing to about 1980, the railroad was a very important component in the "warp and weave" of the nation's fabric. During this period the railroad was one of the chief transporters of passengers, mail, and goods used in America.
I admit it.
Random thoughts on a brilliant fall afternoon:
WASHINGTON -- Herman Cain's craggy-faced Chief of Staff Mark Block took a drag off a cigarette, blew smoke at the camera and sent the political class into coughing fits.
An outraged liberal group has called for MSNBC to fire Pat Buchanan for what it calls "white supremacist" views. I'd rather leave Pat and his views free to discredit themselves.
After I wrote a column last week detailing my secret dream of becoming a symphony conductor, my friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County called me.
WASHINGTON -- When postal worker Doug Hughes -- otherwise known as the gyrocopter dude -- landed his gizmo on the West Lawn of the Capitol, he wasn't worried about being shot down, he says.
In what could be considered an extension of my column from last week, which was about the misuse and abuse of government programs such as "food stamps," EBT cards and welfare, I've been giving the matter a lot of thought on a broader scale.
It is often said South Carolina is a big small town where everyone knows everyone else. And if we don't know someone personally, then it's usually "I know who they are."
WASHINGTON -- Here we go. If you're a woman who might prefer someone other than Hillary Clinton as the next president of the United States, you're a self-loathing, anti-woman traitor.
By now, everyone has weighed in on the various police transgressions all over the country.
Much has been made in the last few years about the disconnect between children and nature. Richard Louv popularized the issue in his best-selling book, Last Child in the Woods. While the trend isn't necessarily intentional, it cannot be ignored either. The awareness we are attached to something more is a key component to our continued existence upon Earth. Fortunately, I think the roots of this respect are already planted in the passions of the most perfect people, our children.
Who would have thought a goofy looking guy with bad teeth from Britain named John Oliver could make us laugh so hard about the insanity of American government excesses, healthcare bureaucracy and even something as seemingly boring as net neutrality?
To be honest, I was more than a mite worried. I was plenty worried. My husband, raised not in the South or in the country, wanted a chainsaw. The one farm accessory which has brought down many a man. From an early age, I was taught respect for that chewing, sawing, respect-for-no-man power tool.
I was extremely pleased earlier this year to be invited with school board Chairman Ron Blackmon to participate in the Kershaw County Council planning retreat. It was a very informative experience for both of us. At the retreat, I was asked to outline what I see as the school district's most critical challenges. I've since been asked by several other groups to do the same presentation, so I thought what I had to say might be of interest.
If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
WASHINGTON -- Americans, perhaps more than anyone, worship the future and resent the past.
I read with great interest last week news reports about a lawmaker in Missouri proposing tighter restrictions on what food products would be allowed to be purchased using an Electronic Benefits Transfer (EBT) card. The EBT card is the modern-day equivalent of what is commonly called "food stamps," and is a government-provided program for people of lower income to acquire food. EBT cards have a benefit amount credited to them each month and at the store function the same as a debit or credit card.
Springtime in the South comes with a guarantee of two things: great clouds of pollen and azaleas in full bloom. Springtime in the golf world means it's finally time for the Masters. My husband, an avid, albeit average golfer, was glued to the television when the Masters was being played. It was nirvana for him when his spring break fell during Masters Week. He could watch it every minute it was on the air. Of course, he was watching and appreciating the game of golf. I, on the other hand, was gawking at the golf course at Augusta every ...
You think you're alone on the highway. You're sure of it -- not a soul in the rear view, not a glimmer on the horizon. Not even a billboard or bridge abutment.