WASHINGTON -- Politicians say the darnedest things, especially when their lips are moving.
How has an election year that was supposed to be all about economic recovery suddenly become all about sex? Critics blame the media. They have a point. The media keep reporting what the candidates are saying.
One of the tightropes politicians walk is finding ways to take credit for things that go right while blaming opponents for things that go wrong.
WASHINGTON -- You've likely heard by now that the presidential election may pivot on the unlikely "controversy" of birth control.
A bill that would allow South Carolinians to get copies of public documents faster and less expensively is heading to the full House of Representatives for consideration.
If Republicans are holding off for their Mighty Mouse moment, then they may be waiting for awhile. For those unfamiliar with the classic cartoon, Mighty Mouse is a heroic rodent in yellow and red tights who would take to the sky to the tune of "Here I come to save the day!"
It's OK to make fun of your own crowd, according to old wisdom, but nobody else's.
This past week the House of Representatives returned to Columbia following a week of furlough. Each week the House takes on furlough saves the state $50,000. The House will take two more weeks of furlough in April. The House has repeatedly passed bills to shorten the legislative session only for them to die in the Senate. The House has taken upon itself to effectively shorten its session through furloughs because House members believe that we can accomplish our objectives in fewer weeks and save taxpayer money.
A line in the Clarence Page column the Chronicle-Independent ran on Monday reminded me of several conversations I had in 2011.
Hello and Happy Friday! If you ever want time to fly by even faster, agree to write a monthly column in your local newspaper! Yes, it's that time again. Let's see what I have in my laptop for you this month.
Why do Americans so often vote against their own economic interests? Because money isn't everything. Values matter, too, especially when your values tell you that cuts in government spending won't bring new pain to hard workers like you.
As the price of gasoline approaches $4 a gallon -- with many saying it will reach $5 -- I was thinking recently of a column I wrote a few years ago during a similar spike in prices.
Next year may go down as the year of the steroid user for Major League Baseball's Hall of Fame. Three players whose careers were given a proverbial black eye for using performance-enhancing drugs will be on 2013's ballot.
WASHINGTON -- Can civility be saved?
Just recently, I was talking with a group of local citizens when someone mentioned the new street lights. In the past three years, the City of Camden has received and utilized grants in excess of $3 million for several improvements. A combination of grant funds and some tax dollars has been spent to move many electrical lines underground:
The laboratories of democracy are blowing up.
I have admitted in this column many times that I have become a "grumpy old man." Well, folks, here I go again. I often blame technology and the instant sharing of news and opinions on many of society's ills, and that's what I'm doing again today.
I have many colleagues who are of the turf persuasion and we have come to an understanding to agree to disagree. I think grass is a weed, they think a tree is a weed -- in nature the two aren't meant to meet. This is why only grass grows on the Great Plains and only trees grow in the forest. But since we aren't on the Plains or in the forest, we try and get plants to co-exist in arranged landscape designs we like to see.
Last week we spent a few minutes talking about being the best in the world in a particular field.
As the primary pundit at the "Harmony County Weekly Blister," I am frequently called upon to perform many tasks. So, besides winding up the cat and putting out the clock, I also write the advice to the lovelorn column entitled, "Ask the Stud Muffin."
I never played high school football. My glory days ended with the little league Lions and the gridiron of my youth is now a stand of depressingly mature pine trees across the old, worn foot bridge in Woodward Park. Like many, I now enjoy the pleasure of watching and cheering on younger generations and look forward to each new season as it plays out on our home field at Zemp Stadium. It is my opinion that we, as a community, should keep Zemp and prepare the old facility for the future.
WASHINGTON -- Lego's groundbreaking female-scientists set sold out almost immediately after it was released this month. But never fear, fans of feminist toys: A new Barbie doll, now in stock, is also shattering the plastic ceiling.
For the past couple of years, our district has designated one book for summer reading for secondary students. I've really liked this approach. It has generated a lot of enthusiasm and gotten entire families involved. This year's book, This I Believe II, is a collection of personal essays by a very diverse group of people, ranging from legendary cellist Yo-Yo Ma to author Studs Terkel. The book got me to thinking; if I was to write an essay about what I believe about education, what would I say?
Let me begin with full disclosure: I was born in Greenville and even though my family moved away when I was 5 years old, I still consider Greenville my hometown. And, as with a first love, one's hometown will always be something special. So it is with me and Greenville.
Some missing something or the other required me to prowl through closets at Mama's house. That's when I found it. I pulled it out and smiled broadly, warmed by the memories it evoked.
I am man enough to admit that I have cried more than once since the news broke that Robin Williams had died by what local officials said was suicide.
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