WASHINGTON -- The squabbling between political campaigns and the harrumphing of pundits were put in proper perspective at, of all places, the White House Correspondents' Association (WHCA) dinner -- the annual Prom on the Potomac where 2,000 or so media members and movie stars gather to honor the president and admire one another.
What could be more American than encouraging a robust debate on one of the most controversial issues of the day? The answer -- for some on the left, anyway -- is: lie about your opponents and make a pathetic effort to discredit them.
"In those days, the people of any means moved from Camden to Kirkwood in early summer and remained to a few heavy frosts," wrote Mrs. Alfred Doby reminisce in 1906.
Republicans are delighted to hear they scored better than Democrats and independents in a new survey of political knowledge. Fine. I'm sure Democrats would be just as boastful if their side scored better. Everybody in politics wants to believe that their side is brilliant and the others are a bunch of nitwits.
Every now and then, we clear out the cobwebs of our lives. My mother's been going through this for a while now and, as she did, came across this 25-year-old letter from me. It appears typed, since it includes hand-written edits in my handwriting. I thought it would be fun to share, since it not only offers me a bit of self-reflection, but a peek at life back in the '80s.
The students over at the University of South Carolina are raising cain because they don't like the graduation speaker who's been chosen to deliver the commencement address later this month.
President Obama "slow jams the news?" Is this a nakedly bold pitch for the youth vote or what?
I can hardly say this was a bolt from the blue. I mean I've always known this day would come. I've had a generous 17 years to prepare for this crossroad in my life. This should be an easy transition for all involved, right? Ok, maybe not exactly. Wow. Graduation announcements? Cap and gown? Excuse the cliché, but where has the time gone? The pace in which time flies by is alarming. And when I pause and reflect too intensely on the image of my oldest son graduating high school, it almost feels hard to breath. It's ...
So, we have one candidate who eats dogs and another who straps them to the roof of his car like a freshly cut Christmas tree.
WASHINGTON -- It was fun. It was odd. It was just a little bit ... unseemly.
As the campaign year heats up, the politics of umbrage already is in full swing. But some offenses are worth getting outraged about more than others.
I happen to think Kershaw County is a pretty great place to be. If I didn't, I probably wouldn't be living here.
What impact did Russian squirrels have on a particular profession?
You find them in all walks of life. They might be playing outfield for the Philadelphia Phillies (Shane Victorino). Or hosting the show "Dirty Jobs" for the Discovery Channel (Mike Rowe). Or founding Wal-Mart (Sam Walton). Or even becoming president of the United States (Gerald Ford).
NEW YORK -- I think it is fair to say that the shark has been permanently displaced by the dog.
Republicans seem ceaselessly enamored of litmus tests, but the newest one -- Do you believe President Obama loves America? -- makes birthers seem witty.
"Seriously, moron? How about just clean up the place already!"
On Feb. 5, around 1:15 p.m., students at the University of South Carolina (USC) received a text message warning "SHOTS FIRED" -- two words which would send chills and panic through the large campus that is home to nearly 32,000 students.
During those times when it gets positively frigid here in Kershaw County -- say, 9 degrees when I woke up Friday morning -- I often tell people, "This isn't why I moved down South."
One of my friends called the other. One of my best friends. There was both urgency and distress in her voice.
I'm reading that two boxers – Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao – have agreed to whomp on each other for $250 million.
WASHINGTON -- Channel-surfing the nightly cable news, one is reminded that certitude is the enemy of sanity.
It seems one of my favorite topics to write this column about each week is the news media. It's only natural I have a keen interest in the news; it is my chosen profession, after all.
We are working on a Boykin Spaniel exhibit at the Camden Archives and Museum. Our curator of collections, Rickie Good, is an avowed dog lover whose household is home to four big dogs. She is absolutely in heaven working on this exhibit. With thousands of photographs of Boykin Spaniels on disk at her desk, she declares each one she opens is the cutest. Choosing the puppies to be featured in the exhibit has been a joyful and overwhelming task for her. Listening to her talk to her computer companions has made me remember all of the canine buddies who have ...
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