By this time next week, Super-Duper Tuesday will be over. Twenty-four states and American Samoa will have staged presidential primaries or caucuses on the same day. We will be able to measure statistically just how dumb Democratic voters are in Georgia and across the country.
The current election process for our next president has almost overwhelmed me with too many debates, too much mail, phone calls, relentless newspaper and television coverage.
This is my last column before the day of actual voting in the presidential preferential primaries. To meet deadlines, it's written before the South Carolina and some other important primaries. By the time you're reading this, many may already have voted. I'd promised the results of my pre-vote winnowing of candidates for both parties.
I've written it many times, and even though I occasionally stray, I still maintain the lottery is a voluntary tax on stupidity.
Excuse me for bringing up a sore subject again, but it has been almost three years since someone who looked an awful lot like Brian Nichols overpowered a deputy at the Fulton County courthouse in March 2005, took her gun and the lives of four innocent people -- a superior court judge, a court reporter, a deputy sheriff and, later, a federal agent -- before surrendering.
Can Sen. Barack Obama be elected president? Are you talking to me?
Trust me, says candidate No. 1. I will tell you the truth.
Everybody needs a hero - someone who inspires us and makes us think beyond where we've been comfortable in the past.
Evangelical Christians such as me might do well this election year to remember the biblical admonition to render unto Caesar that which is his, and to the Lord that which is His.
The assassination of Benazir Bhutto in Pakistan and the huge turmoil that has torn that country apart has prompted me to think about the consequences of death and dying on the political process.
The year 2008 has begun very much like 2007 ended: still populated with too many humorless liberal weenies, narrow-minded Bible thumpers, state flaggers who couldn't find the 21st century with a calendar, rude cell phone yakkers, poor service in two languages -- depending on which button you push -- and other assorted irritants.
I happen to be the mother of a child who loves to write. She's 13 and spends a couple of hours each day doing some sort of writing: short stories, poems, blog entries, essays. She's even completed a few chapters of a book.
It isn't often the day this column appears on Christmas Day. I wish each of you a merry Christmas and a happy 2008. May it bring to you more than you ever expected, perhaps at least partly in unexpected ways.
A culture can be defined by the secrets it keeps from its children. Primitive tribes had ghosts and demons that danced around ceremonial fires when the elders called on them. At puberty, the male initiates learned that those freighting figures were actually their fathers and older brothers, but the truth was kept from the women and children.
Two weeks ago Congress raised automotive fuel efficiency standards from 25 mph to 35 mph. Big whoop de do!
There's an old joke that goes, "a bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove that you don't need it."
As of this writing, six world powers have reached an agreement with Iran that would prevent that country from developing nuclear weapons.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
When it comes to holidays, I've always preferred Thanksgiving to Christmas.
Last week, family and friends gathered in the small town of Chattahoochee Hills, south of Atlanta, to celebrate a life well-lived. Our late grandson, Zack Wansley, was honored at the dedication of "Zack's Glade," a pristine and picturesque piece of Cochran Mill Park near where he died while training for the Atlanta Marathon in 2008.
Ruth Parsons is not a lady one can easily say no to. She called out of the blue one day to ask if I would speak at the ecumenical Thanksgiving Day program she was organizing at Lanier Village Estates, a retirement community in North Hall County.
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