Nationally-syndicated columnist William Murchison has been a professional journalist since 1964. William Murchison's career began with two years at the Corsicana Daily Sun, followed by seven years with the now-defunct Dallas Times Herald. William Murchison is the former senior columnist with The Dallas Morning News. Murchison's newspaper column has been nationally syndicated since 1981.
Murchison has written three books: Those Gasoline Lines and How They Got There (co-author), Reclaiming Morality in America, and his latest, There's More to Life Than Politics.
Murchison also serves as contributing editor with The Lone Star Report, editor for Foundations (the largest traditional publication in the Episcopal Church), contributing editor for Human Life Review, and corresponding editor for Chronicles.William Murchison is also a regular contributor to National Review, The Wall Street Journal, Policy Review, The American Spectator, and First Things.
A Corsicana native, Murchison received his bachelor's degree from the University of Texas at Austin and his master's degree from Stanford University. William Murchison is married and has two sons.
Here's how it stands with Western civilization -- what's left of it, I mean -- insofar as various Westerners are concerned.
Well. I really can't believe I am saying this. The U.S. Supreme Court is poised to tell us what marriage means. Not speculate; not explain. Tell: as in, "Wipe that smile off your face and listen to what I'm telling you."
Andrew Jackson was sort of a rough-and-tumble president, undoubtedly, but the United States, in the 1820s and '30s, was sort of a rough-and-tumble country. Notice how refined and civilized we've gotten since then, to the point that a coalition of lady activists is ready to pull President Jackson's mug off the $20 bill, substituting -- well, that's yet to be decided.
I'm. Just. So. Excited. That. Hillary. Clinton. Is. Ready. To. Be. My. Champion.
We learn, from a squint-eyed investigation by major functionaries at Columbia University's Graduate School of Journalism, that Rolling Stone magazine's bulging-eyed, 9000-word article, "A Rape on Campus," doesn't wash. A "journalistic failure that was avoidable," the investigators called the article, which purported to tell of a 2012 gang-rape at the University of Virginia, involving fraternity members and a female student.
In the political game -- humanity's reward for forbidden fruit chomping in the Garden of Eden -- all disagreements concern power: Who's No. 1 around here; who gets the final say-so.
Cinematically, as well as politically, we are sort of in a John Wayne moment: which is where Ted Cruz comes in.
Maybe the question is, who'd want a degree from a university whose administration, on learning of a frat-boy incident on a bus, behaves as though God had personally dispatched the whole academic bureaucracy to wreak revenge.
One vast, towering reason for Barack Obama's victory over John McCain in 2008 was the widespread expectation that an articulate and half-black chief executive would help the country overcome at long last its racial anxieties.
I really wouldn't care myself but for the appearance of a book about the university's apparent subservience to athletics and the dough that athletics brings in.
A number of maxims surround the practice of war.
Not that Texas -- very much a part of our fallen, post-Edenic world -- is without its modern challenges, including deficiencies in the public schools and the persistence of poverty amid plenty: the same challenges, come to think of it, facing Congressman Hastings' Florida. To say nothing -- in variant degree -- of progressive paradises such as California, New York, Illinois and Massachusetts, where enlightened opinion would shut down quickly enough any crazy, Texas-like adventures in the spread of freedom.
Back in the '90s I bantered once or twice with Karl Rove. It had to do with the Bush boys, George and Jeb.
"I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And let me remind you also that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtu
" I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And let me remind you also that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue."
A grand misconception is embedding itself in the public brain: To wit, the Supreme Court soon will clue us in to the true meaning of marriage.
"The West," as we pleasantly call the tatty, post-Cold War remnants of Western civilization, got off its numb if still-hifalutin bottom Sunday and took to the streets of Paris in defense of -- well, its life, its future, the future of everything in life that matters.
Politicians do politics because they can't help it.
Bethlehem. Ah. Yes. There we were as a matter of fact, and not many weeks ago, either. Also at Nazareth. Also -- of course -- at Jerusalem, where everybody goes who goes to the Holy Land, with a sense of immense events and occasions to be taken in, the more so as Christmas draws near.
Among the journalistic takeaways from the late Congress' death frenzies is the equivocal plight of the two parties -- the grown-up deal makers in both cases squeezed by hardcore, do-it-our-way extremists.