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.
It grieves me to hear people complain about all the "crooked politicians" in our government. I have spent much of my adult life around the political arena and, popular though it may be, the perception that our public officials are generally a bad lot is incorrect.
Do you know this phrase? "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori." It's Latin for, "it is sweet and glorious to die for your country," and was written circa 23 BC by Roman poet Horace in his "Odes." British poet Wilfred Owen borrowed the line in 1917 as the title for this must-read poem:
We're told Ronald Reagan won the Cold War by driving the Soviet Union into bankruptcy. Now the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are pushing the U.S. in the same direction.
In all, I think I've been pretty lucky. Over the years, I've come across all sorts of people. Some were sweet, funny, endearing, brilliant, downright adorable. Some were rude, obnoxious, creepy and offensive. Only on a few occasions, though, have I come across someone who I felt was absolutely evil.
When I was young, I was often embarrassed because I didn't have material things, items other children and their parents could afford. After becoming a mature adult interacting with other adults about childhood, I learned the difference between a house and a home. The first instructions a child should be taught in the home are values, respect and compassion for others as well as themselves. Children need love, safety and nurturing from parents to feel secure and valued.
"There was nobody there to tell", said an elderly victim of the abuse she received from her caregiver.
"I really thought he was going to change this time", comments a victim of domestic violence.
When Republicans first took control of the Georgia House and Senate and the governor's office, I was concerned. Too buttoned-down and serious, I said. They will go to the Capitol, cut taxes, make government smaller and more responsive, jerk their Democrat colleagues around a little and then go home, get re-elected and start the whole thing over again. Not an ideal scenario for someone who makes a living poking fun at politics and those who practice the world's second-oldest profession.
I underestimated them. Turns out Republicans are more cantankerous than a junkyard dog. They haven't done anything ...
Bring back the guys in the smoke-filled rooms. They knew how to pick candidates who could win the White House.
If you had told me a year ago that Gov. Nathan Deal would essentially be tied at this point in his re-election campaign with an inexperienced Democratic legislator, I would have asked if you were smoking some of that stuff that is now legally on sale in Colorado.
Anyone with a sense of history who has watched the fascinating new Ken Burns documentary on PBS, "The Roosevelts: An Intimate History," may have experienced a sense of déjà vu during episode six, which chronicles the tumultuous events of 1939-44.
I have one of the most interesting jobs in the world. One day I am advising world leaders on the nuances of international monetary policy. The next day I am consoling a distraught reader who thinks I need to "look within myself spiritually."
Over the past 10 years, Georgia has served as the location for a wide-ranging experiment in economic theory.
Until I heard her speak at a benefit luncheon, I thought Ronda Rich was a bit of an empty-headed lightweight. I was wrong, wrong, wrong, and she has become one of my must-read columnists.
The Woman Who Shares My Name instructed me that this week's column was to be about positive things. She says she is tired of bad news and thought you felt the same way.
I don't pay a lot of attention to football. Even though I was a proud Red Elephant during the heyday of Bobby Gruhn and Tommy West, I just never caught the fever. Four years at the University of Alabama during the reign of Bear Bryant did nothing to pique my interest. Since I married a man whose football apathy mirrored my own, there was never an incentive to learn or follow the game.
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