Again ... another mass shooting. Again ... the shooter is killed. We will never know exactly why he did this awful thing. Apparently he was mentally ill, but that alone is not an explanation.
Dear Syrian rebels: I thought I'd take a minute to correspond with you as you resume your efforts to overthrow Syrian dictator Bashar Assad. You are no doubt disappointed that the United States government chose not to come to your aid as promised. There is a good reason and that is my purpose in writing you. Although I am not an official of the United States government, I am part of a group known as We the Unwashed. Put the blame squarely on us.
In many states, one of the top policy objectives is to provide a K-12 and college education for as many people as possible in the belief that a well-educated citizenry is good for a state's future well-being.
It is flattering to have readers tell me I should run for public office. There are also an equal number of adoring fans that say I should stick my head in a bucket of tar. But that is a topic for another day.
Life is at times whonkeejawed. Now, this is a term I have heard my entire life. Only recently did I discover that not everyone is familiar with the word "whonkeejawed."
The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan have failed to produce stable democracies. Both nations are less stable and the common people there arguably worse off now than before our interventions. Americans are rightfully angry about the monetary, physical and emotional costs of these wars especially considering the outcomes.
When you find yourself stuck in a deep hole, the first thing you should do is stop digging.
"Am I my brother's keeper?"
Rats! As if creating this profound and pithy prose each week wasn't hard enough, now I have discovered a legislator with a sense of humor. The apocalypse is upon us.
When he was president, Ronald Reagan could often be heard urging his supporters to "stay the course."
Please indulge me a moment of introspection and feel free to think along with me. Chances are what I am going to say may apply to you as well.
Our state constitution and laws are embedded with provisions that have one simple purpose: to keep politicians and their cronies from looting the public treasury and leaving taxpayers with a mountain of debt.
Opinions - we all have them. I wish I could find some acceptable way to repeat the standard joke about opinions, but this is a respectable family paper. If you don't know what I am talking about, ask a friend.
If public education in Georgia doesn't have enough problems, there is now a high-profile ruckus between Gov. Nathan Deal and State School Superintendent Dr. John Barge. It has gotten so peevish that there is talk that the school superintendent may challenge Deal in the Republican gubernatorial primary next spring.
Public Policy Polling conducted a statewide survey in Georgia a couple of weeks ago to gauge public sentiment on the upcoming Senate and presidential races.
As predicted in this space a few weeks ago, there is compromise legislation pending in the General Assembly regarding the Common Core curriculum, the controversial program which seeks to establish consistent education standards across the country.
I came of age in the 1970s. Carole King composed the soundtrack to my early college years. And not just mine, it appears. Her 1971 album, "Tapestry" is, even to this day, one of the best-selling albums of all time.
It is getting more and more difficult to exclude people who may look or believe a little differently than you.
It was like deja vu all over again.
The Cherokee County Republican Party has a blurb on its website about Rep. Sam Moore, who won the 22nd District ouse seat earlier this month following the death of veteran lawmaker Calvin Hill. Among other tidbits about Moore are his hobbies, including this: "Playing jokes … watch out. You have been warned!"
It was a spectacle you seldom see during a legislative session.
At one time or another we've all received a survey from an organization or a political campaign.
This, as stated above, is an open letter to the person who stole my jacket. While I don't know who you are exactly, you know who you are (I hope), and if you are the person who stole my jacket and are reading this, this open letter is directed at you (or someone who knows you and will turn you in).
Let me run some numbers by you.
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