OK, people: chill out. Breathe. Relax.
Has the tea party peaked? Republican lawmakers affiliated with the upstart anti-tax movement scored big in the nerve-wracking debt-ceiling debacle, but the victory left enough hard feelings to feed the movement's ultimate downfall.
Unless you've been burrowed in a hermit's hole somewhere for the last few years, you know that there has never been a more volatile time for businesses.
Republicans in South Carolina may soon be in line for a love affair with Texas Gov. Rick Perry. That is, if he decides to run for president. So why would South Carolina voters like him? Well, for one, he's not Mitt Romney. Perry is a cotton farmer's son who speaks with a ton of Texas twang, while Romney is an Ivy League-educated "Yankee" from Massachusetts.
This session the South Carolina General Assembly addressed redistricting, the process of reconfiguring election districts that is required every ten years in order to reflect population changes reported in the latest U.S. Census. It is a painstaking task to ensure that state legislative and congressional districts are equal in population, guaranteeing each person's vote is equally represented in the state legislature and in the U.S. House of Representatives.
A "sugar-coated Satan sandwich." That's what Rep. Emanuel Cleaver, a Missouri Democrat and chairman of the Congressional Black Caucus, called the bipartisan deal to raise the debt ceiling -- as he announced he was voting for it.
Once upon a time I wrote fiction. No, C-I critics, I don't mean any of my articles. Those are about real life, real people, real events.
It is only in comparison to today's Republican Party, divided between its old-school establishment and its Tea Party zealots, that today's Democrats look unified.
I got a call from a school board member recently asking what to do when her board goes into executive session and then talks about things that cannot legally be discussed there.
I am not ashamed to admit that, at the instant the ref blows his final whistle and the scoreboard flaunts her last digits, a palpable degree of sadness, of disappointment comes over me like a dark cloud stealing the sun's warmth on a winter day. Reality sets in. Football season is over. The rivalries and intensity, the festivities and friends, the tradition -- all will be missed until next season. And I'm not alone. For many, it's about playing the game but, in more, watching the game. The game, defined one way as "a physical competition conducted according ...
Last year, I wrote a column defending MTV's popular reality show, "Teen Mom."
Back when I was in journalism school -- in the days when Gutenberg was still trying to figure out movable type and four guys named Matthew, Mark, Luke and John were just starting to jot down their thoughts -- we were always taught to be subtle when writing opinion pieces.
Last time golf fans saw Tiger Woods at a PGA event he couldn't make it to the final round at the Players Championship in Ponte Vedra Beach, Fla. Set to make his comeback this week at the Bridgestone Invitational in Akron, Ohio, Woods has had two months to recuperate from that forgettable performance at the Players and will now try to return to that championship-winning mindset that defined his game for so long.
Fragging: "To intentionally kill or wound (one's superior officer, etc.), esp. with a hand grenade."
Anders Breivik, the far-far-right-wing monster charged in Norway with the biggest mass murder by a single gunman in modern memory, reminds me of how often delusional minds hate others for what they really see in themselves.
I completed my bachelor's degree the first week of August, so I was thrilled to snag a job at the Chronicle-Independent a little more than a week later.
Tax inversions. Double Irish with a Dutch sandwich. Spinning off tangible assets into real estate investment trusts. Son-of-BOSS shelters.
It has become somewhat of an art for me, that of studying Southern culture and deciphering what makes us different from others as well as downright peculiar among ourselves.
Our family has spent many a pleasant summer day with several families from the Dillon area and the experience is always enjoyable and the manner in which they address their friends, neighbors and kinfolk is like taking a step back in the "Old South." Everyone seems to have a prefix or you are a tourist just stopping by.
There is no longer any doubt that America still has a long way to go before it can say that it has grown beyond the prejudices and fear and tragic cycle of action and reaction when it comes to relations between blacks and whites.
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.
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