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.
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.
There were some important political lessons that should have been learned from last week's runoff election.
The criteria for a failed state are pretty specific: Loss of authority over the use of force, loss of the authority to make collective decisions, inability to provide public services, and the inability to interact with the international community.
In 1997, Gov. Zell Miller appointed me to fill a vacant seat on the five-member State Ethics Commission and then reappointed me to a full term where I served until 2002. It was a rewarding experience and I am proud of the good things we accomplished at the commission.
In less than two weeks I'll celebrate my 60th birthday. Just for giggles, I perused some 60th birthday cards and, well, the outlook suddenly seems sort of grim. The creepiest of all pictured an empty deck chair on an emptier beach and contained these heartwarming words: "A sunrise is beautiful but so is a sunset. /For turning 60 today don't harbor any regret. / The autumn of your life will be so serene./ You will be the happiest that you have ever been."
In less than a month, students will be reporting for fall semester classes at the public colleges that make up the state's University System.
"I have gotten bad news and am much the worse for it.
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