I learned the hard way in my corporate life never to underestimate the power of grass-roots organizations. They are always the last to blink in a fight. I have the scars to prove it.
The kinder words I've heard from gleeful Democrats and longtime loyal Republicans about the 2008 performance of the state legislature and its key leaders range from disgust to outright outrage. I rank it closest to disgust.
Most responsible are the key leaders, Lt. Gov. Casey Cagle and House Speaker Glenn Richardson. Neither would compromise when compromise was necessary. Each tried to undercut the other in their obvious quests for the GOP gubernatorial nomination in two years, putting political ambition ahead of their bigger responsibility to govern effectively. One result could be calls for U.S. Sen. Johnny Isakson to ...
What are we going to do with Jimmy Carter? The man has gone from being a joke to someone who is suddenly very unfunny.
Americans who are concerned about the decades old illegal immigration crisis, and perhaps confused about solutions, have only to look to Arizona and the neighboring Mexican state of Sonora to understand the obvious: Enforcement works.
As former state Attorney General Mike Bowers used to say, "Dirt shows up more on a white hat."
For my 80th birthday, my second daughter gave me a cruise of the western Caribbean for the both of us. The tour had an inauspicious beginning, and a chaotic end.
The presidential race is sucking up all the available oxygen these days. Hillary, Obama and McCain are everywhere. Their every utterance is hashed over by the media and the water cooler crowd alike, and it's likely to stay this way until November.
What did you do on Sept. 11, 2001 when you realized Islamic terrorists had slammed airplanes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, killing thousands of innocent people?
Years ago, when my Manhattan brother-in-law was single, he discovered the ultimate chick magnet: a dog.
Let's hear a thunderous round of applause followed by an ear-splitting rebel yell for House Speaker Glenn Richardson. He is clearly the winner of the 2008 legislative wars.
State Democratic Chairman Jane Kidd ought to be commended, not ridiculed. She hears opportunity knocking for her party, and she wants to take advantage of it.
OK everybody, give me a break. If I have done something wrong, it is not my fault. I'm not trying to make excuses for irritating the bejeezus out of you, but I just can help myself. If you must know, I am sleep-deprived. Me and Hillary.
No good deed goes unpunished. When Gov. Sonny Perdue convened a meeting at the state Capitol last November to pray for rain, a lot of snooty-noses scoffed. Not me. I told my friends they had better find their umbrellas because the governor had asked none other than Dr. Gil Watson, the World's Greatest Preacher, to intercede with God and send some H2O to Georgia.
As promised last time and remembering my "Oglesbyism" that one must start from where we actually are, not from where one might prefer to be, let's talk turkey about Iraq.
Today, this Ides of April 2008, one of Ben Franklin's two certainties - death and taxes - arrives: The tax collector comes a tapping, not so gently rapping, rapping at our chamber door.
Remember the story of "The Little Engine That Could?" That could well describe the city of Dalton, a town of some 34,000 nestled in the corner of Northwest Georgia not far from the Tennessee line.
When George Orwell first coined the phrase "Big Brother is watching you," he knew what he was talking about.
It has been just over two months since I wrote a column about Georgia Power, the Public Service Commission and the construction of two additional nuclear reactors at Plant Vogtle. I can hear President Ronald Reagan's voice now: "There you go again."
Can it be? Is it September already? One of my favorite tunes, "September Song," was written by Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson for a Broadway musical in 1938 called "Knickerbocker Holiday." The lyrics could apply today to the current political season in Georgia - "For it's a long, long time from May to December, but the days grow short when you reach September."
First-world problems. You know what they are. We all have them. They're the issues confronting and irritating those of us living in wealthy, industrialized countries that would leave people in the third world either scratching their heads in bewilderment or shaking them in disgust.
There was a time when general election campaigns didn't "officially" get underway until after the Labor Day weekend.
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