Americans praise civility, but we constantly reward rudeness. That annoying fact of life helps to explain why the blessings that Rush Limbaugh brought to the Republican base recently turned into a curse.
This coming Saturday, publisher Mike Mischner, Localife/West Wateree Chronicle Editor Keri Todd Boyce and I (and our families) will attend the S.C. Press Association's (SCPA) winter meeting. If we're very lucky, we might pick up a few awards. At the very least, we'll enjoy a lovely meal, a very nice hotel and one of the better beaches on South Carolina's coast.
Some might call Rush Limbaugh the "slut" after his mediocre apology to keep advertisers in bed with him after the Sandra Fluke debacle. Eight of his sponsors have walked out the door unsatisfied with the conservative talk show host's remarks.
My, my, isn't Rush Limbaugh getting contrite now that his advertisers are abandoning him?
Speak no ill of the dead. So goes a saying from ancient Greece. I must beg for an exception in the case of the late Andrew Breitbart. Like Donald Trump, Breitbart had his sweet and gentle side, but that's not what made him interesting.
WASHINGTON -- Dear Mitt: Consider me a neighbor leaning over the picket fence. You have a picket fence, don't you? An ivy-covered wall? Fine, I'll get a ladder.
Localism is trending today in the realms of food and finance. The institution of the local community newspaper is also popular, but it wasn't blogged into being - it was born long before videos started going viral. Major-metropolitan newspapers may be a slowly dying breed, but community newspapers prove that American journalism is alive, well and living in the rural areas, small towns and suburbs of our land.
WASHINGTON -- Who'd have thought that Rush Limbaugh would become the great uniter in this divisive political season?
Life often becomes so hectic that an individual would like to hide. Walt Disney's movie gave a hint with the lyrics "Everybody needs a laughing place to go, ho, ho." If someone can have a laughing place, he certainly needs a hiding place when no laughter exists. Such a place is possible. All an individual needs is the ability to leave his body while still standing in line or facing a tirade of some sort. Of course, the individual must be able to reenter reality and have some gist of what has occurred there. I have long had a ...
Add Olympia Snowe's name to the list of senators exiting Washington D.C., in 2012. The moderate senator from Maine announced last Tuesday that she will not be seeking re-election to the Senate where she has served for nearly two decades.
One of the holiday gifts I received this past season was a bundle of five books -- the first five books in George R.R. Martin's ongoing fantasy saga A Song of Ice and Fire. People are getting to know the books thanks to the HBO series named after the first book, "A Game of Thrones."
Who would have guessed that President Barack Obama's call for more college opportunities was secretly a liberal indoctrination plot?
With the warm afternoon sun glistening on her silver hair, she sat in her rocker on her front porch reading her Bible. At other times, a flock of grandchildren gathered around her rocker for ghost stories which, when remembered later at bedtime, caused them to shiver and tightly gather the covers around their necks or cover their heads completely.
Several weeks ago, the untimely death of a well-known singer caused a media frenzy of sorts and snared the attention of many. Most of us saw at least one report relating to the death of Whitney Houston and the apparent basis of her demise. In fact, I believe it safe to say, the majority would agree Ms. Houston's death was a sad and senseless loss of life for such a young and gifted performer. Few would debate this veracity. However, in this case, for reasons unknown, there appeared to be a penalty for the fame, fortune, and talent; tragic ...
The Academy Awards show has come and gone.
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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