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.
A prime reason for subscribing to the New York Times -- a cultural misdeed for which I regularly beat my breast -- is that of tapping into the Times' tips concerning what real, bona fide Forward Thinkers are thinking at a given moment. Like now, when opinion leaders are lining up to assure us the return of Robin Hood economics is way overdue.
So "Racism" once more stalks among us! The Obama administration and its congressional minions are in full-court press style on the topic.
"Lib-er-al adj. 1. a. Not limited to or by ... authoritarian attitudes, views, or dogmas ... b. tolerant of the ideas and behaviors of others; broadminded ... "
Brains? Sure, we value brains in our Important People: a law degree, maybe; a much-followed Twitter account. A capacity for 12-hour days and shared household duties; the ability to "lean in" without getting leaned on.
What a joy to find the New York Times editorial page staff on duty whenever a tough moral question arises, such as, "Can the U.S. government require business owners claiming religious liberty privileges to fund contraceptive care for employees?"
I bring up the '70s -- of god-awful memory -- as much to nourish hope as to enlarge perspective on current events in the world and the nation along with it.
"Stand with Rand" -- a nice, snappy exhortation for sure; comparable, in rhythm and energy, to "I Like Ike."
Well, we saw it coming. But wait, that's getting it backwards. We ought to have seen it coming. And we didn't -- "we" as a collective: we, the American people acting in our sovereign capacity as voters.
Big Labor took a roundhouse punch on the chin a week or so ago, and the ringside clatter made it sound as though nothing much had changed in America since the days of John L. Lewis.
Gee. Gosh. And my, oh, my, as my grandmother might have exclaimed in wonder and awe. All we need to know about global warming is what John Kerry tells us?
This isn't exactly a new topic, I regret to say. For weeks there's been national conversation -- and the requisite component of shouting -- over the Obama White House's determination to stream the legislative music of its choice.
A drug is by definition a remedy, a treatment, a hoped-for cure. Something's the matter, or anyway not as good as it ought to be. Here, a bit of this will fix you up ...
The thing about Mike Huckabee is that the uproar he occasioned over federal provision of contraception reveals the depth and extent of modern America's moral/cultural dysfunction.
The Little Sisters of the Poor, a 175-year-old Catholic order of nuns that cares for the elderly poor, believes itself to enjoy a constitutional right to exemption from a federal mandate hazardous to the order's self-understanding.
Retired Defense Secretary Robert Gates breezed back onto the national scene last week by speaking his mind.
With the 50th anniversary of the war on poverty at hand, the New York Times undertook a guided tour of the vast and murky battlefield, offering a surprising -- for the Times -- admission.
And so with ukuleles and autoharps, and cheers and groans, Americans usher Obamacare onto the public stage, knowing -- with hope, with disgust, with fear, with acceptance -- that the thing is here to stay, in the way all government programs, once enacted, hang around like a deadbeat brother-in-law: chain-smoking, impossible to get rid of.
What a great tool for promoting your religion -- a mid-winter feast where everybody eats copious amounts of food, receives interesting gifts and hears or hums constantly your theological message.
The minimum wage fracas emerging in politics highlights the mother of all political fracases: the one titled, Who Gets What?
The late, great Milton Friedman used to say, there's no such thing as a free lunch. The ancient Romans had another pointed saying: "Quod erat demonstrandum," meaning, roughly, remember now what I told you, doofus?