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The Charlie Sheen meltdown

David Epps's picture

Late night comedians and a number of news agencies have had a field day with the public self-destruction of actor Charlie Sheen. Millions of people have watched Sheen’s explanations, rantings, and antics on TV and on the Internet with unbridled amusement. The problem is this: It’s not funny.

Several years ago, Sheen’s father, Martin Sheen, endured public anguish and humiliation as he announced that his son had a drug problem. It was obvious that the elder Sheen was in tremendous pain watching his talented son destroy himself and crush those who loved him most. Read More»

Self-induced stress

Rick Ryckeley's picture

It’s difficult to be me. Trust me; I know. Sometimes I’m exhausted at the end of the day just from all the worrying. Some call it self-induced stress. I just call it worrying.

And just when and where did all my worrying start, you might ask? Well, none other than Old Mrs. Crabtree’s third-grade class at Mt. Olive Elementary School. Read More»

Our troops deserve better from us

Terry Garlock's picture

There is a bill pending in the U.S. House of Representatives, passed by the Senate, declaring March 30 to be “Welcome Home Vietnam Veterans Day,” and similar efforts are under way in a few states. This is in recognition of the lousy treatment given to troops returning from Vietnam four decades ago. Read More»

Now playing: War Number 3

Cal Thomas's picture

Libya’s recently resigned ambassador to the U.S., Ali Aujali, is optimistic about the outcome of the bombing of his country. He tells me he thinks dictator Moammar Gadhafi will be ousted, that free and fair elections will be held and that a new government will be pro-Western.

From his lips to Allah’s ears.

Given the history of the Middle East, such a notion requires greater faith than that possessed by the holiest of holy men. Read More»

The Duct Tape Chronicles

Ronda Rich's picture

In digging through the material remains of what I consider to be my heart’s one and only home, I have smiled repeatedly, even chuckled out loud on occasion, at Mama’s thriftiness.

Some might call the evidence of what I have found “stinginess.” A few would say she was being a good steward of whatever dollars she scrounged together. Those of her own ilk – the Scotch-Irish – would say either that she did them proud or admit that she was a bit “quare.” That’s what the eccentric Scotch-Irish call each other when they think one of ‘em is odder than the rest. Read More»

About time – Ding-dings and Bong-bongs

Sallie Satterthwaite's picture

When I search files looking for a ragtag of information I need for a column, I frequently find something I don’t even remember writing. I have all sorts of ideas, and the sudden discovery of notes or references may give me a start. Or not.

I’ve mentioned the tyrants that live in our house. Clocks. Real clocks, mechanically driven by weights or springs, not electric or battery-driven. Purists cringe to hear someone call an electronic device a clock. Read More»

Union parasites and government employees

David Epps's picture

Not long ago, several people were spotted at a Tea Party rally carrying signs that were anti-union. The signs read, “Time to Stop Union Parasites,” and “Unions Greedy Socialists.” There also seems to be an attitude developing, among some, that government employees are somehow undermining the fabric of American society. Read More»

No good deed...

Rick Ryckeley's picture

They say that no good deed ever goes unpunished. Now I know Mrs. Newsome, my fifth-grade English teacher, already has her red pen out ready to write at the top of my paper, “Just who are they? Can you cite an example of they?”

I really don’t know who “they” are, but them folks are right. No good deed ever goes unpunished. And yes, I can cite an example, Mrs. Newsome. Just lend me your ear. Read More»

Exposed: National Pathetic Radio

Cal Thomas's picture

If the resignations at National Public Radio continue at last week’s pace, there may be no need for Congress to defund the aging dinosaur, because there will be no one left there to turn the lights on. Read More»

Mamas and their babies

Ronda Rich's picture

One morning when I went for a run, the good Lord blessed with such a joy, though simple that it was.

A week earlier, my nephew, Rod, had brought two cows and their newborn calves to put in my pasture. He had put them in the corral at the barn for a day then released them into the pasture. For the next several days that came and went, the mamas and their babies had stay put on that side of the small river, though they have much less room to roam. Read More»