"Let's stop worrying about people's rights." Sadly there are dozens of junctures in American history from which that shameful quote might spring. It could date as far back as 1798 when President Adams signed the Alien and Sedition Acts, making it illegal to criticize the U.S. government.
They worship at the high altar of football. They're everywhere. I don't give a fig about football, but the cult surrounds me. In the offseason, the devotees were stomping the floor over Tom Brady and a football's air pressure. They demanded to know my opinion on the matter. That I had none amazed them.
For most of us, Golden Triangle Regional Airport is a convenient alternative to flying out of Birmingham.
Some things just leave you speechless.
In the wake of the horrors in Paris, it only made sense to change the focus of Saturday night's Democratic debate from economic issues to national security, as CBS News did.
It began with a career day presentation by a student at Starkville High School, soon became an online petition to demand the teacher of that class be returned to the classroom and today is the subject of an investigation by the Starkvile-Oktibbeha Consolidated School District.
Like most people, I'm thinking of the terrorist trauma in Paris, though with a somewhat different perspective.
Sometimes events happen that are so horrific, so shocking that we find it difficult to process. The Paris terrorist attacks, which left 129 dead, many more injured, and the rest of the world unnerved, is the most recent example.
Many French people referred to the January attacks on the offices of French satirical weekly Charlie Hebdo and other sites as their 9/11. As awful as that time was, it was not a 9/11.
Among the presidential candidates of the Republican Party and their foreign policy leaders on Capitol Hill the cry is almost universal: Barack Obama has no strategy for winning the war on ISIS.
I am in my quiet spot on this earth today, but thinking only of another place, another country, a good friend.
The rains came down and the floods came up, and I did not complain. The kittens played on the porch to avoid wet grass on their feet, gardenia leaves brushing their faces, and dripping rain on their soft kitten fur.