If I had family or friends anywhere near Ferguson, Missouri, I would offer two layers of advice.
From the Senate to the House to the broad vista of the states, the adrenaline of conservative victory is flowing mightily.
There is something uniquely jarring about a display of selfish insolence from someone who is so praiseworthy in other respects. Maddening traits usually come from maddening people, as their true character surfaces.
I should begin by offering praise to two gentlemen I am asking to stay out of the 2016 Republican presidential race.
As tensions grow between factions with different levels of concern over Ebola, a buzz-phrase has arisen: Ebola has no political preferences.
Reading the bio alongside Steven Buccis Daily Signal piece on the Ebola-inspired Liberia travel ban made me want to meet him and shake his hand.
Welcome to Dallas, where we begin the week wondering whether our Ebola Patient Zero will die, and whether others among our neighbors will then follow due to various failures in systems that should keep us safe.
It seems hard to imagine that there is a more important question than the effect Charlotte Clintons birth will have on the 2016 presidential race. But there is.
While Scotlands voters weighed whether to separate from the United Kingdom Thursday, another decision involved its most famous institution separating from 260 years of tradition.
As the occasional abuser will do, Ray Rice has done us a favor. He has given us the opportunity to engage in frank discussion on a topic too often hidden: the shocking number of men who beat the holy stuffing out of the women they supposedly love.
The folks at the Daily Kos must have grinned at their cleverness Wednesday, proud of a Jed Lewison story headlined: Hannity scores exclusive interview with bearded fanatic who declares: Convert them or kill them.
Here is a snapshot of a series of truly ridiculous things that happened in a small New England town this week, followed by an extended examination of how it represents a deep societal pathology.
A young black man dies from a police gunshot, and a community bursts into presumptuous anger as if it knows racism is afoot.
Call me crazy, but police in riot gear seem a thoroughly appropriate response to actual rioting.
The day we learned of the two American aid workers stricken with Ebola in Liberia, I started hearing from talk show listeners with a variety of views. Here in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area, there was particular attention to the Fort Worth church community of Dr. Kent Brantly, who has earned appropriate praise for his selflessness in traveling across an ocean to care for people in a cauldron of poverty no American has ever experienced.
There were two things Jesse Ventura was never supposed to win: the 1998 Minnesota Governor’s race, and his just-ended trial seeking a big payday from a hero’s widow.
There is no homework for a first book tour, no prep manuals, no mentoring. I’ve been hosting talk shows since Reagan’s first term and writing in various venues for nearly as long. But the exercise that has resulted in an actual book with my name on it has been an education of a wholly different type.
When this week began, it was hard to imagine a story knocking our collapsing borders from the front of our minds. But in the span of a few hours Thursday, two stories made us hit the pause button on the mounting and proper indignation over the organized (and often secret) government dumping of illegals in our midst.
I think the points have been made— Soccer is largely a tedious game featuring long stretches of uneventful play punctuated by the all-too-rare moment of scoring.
Let us begin with what should be an unnecessary assertion: Tolerance is good.