In a previous column, I referred to the Mississippi Legislature as a "festering pile of stupid." Upon reflection, this was not an accurate portrayal. As the 2013 legislative session draws toward a merciful end, I am reminded daily that there is a more complete description of our state leaders: "A devious, festering pile of stupid."
Google has started a big "Go Paperless in 2013" campaign. Paper, they say, is bad for the environment. It's high time someone called bovine manure on this. Trees are organic. Trees are renewable. Tree farms reduce CO2. There are more forests in Mississippi than there were at the turn of the century.
The Supreme Court began hearing arguments Monday in two landmark cases which could impact how states and the federal government interpret marriages. I am optimistic laws can catch up to our nation's changing viewpoint on same-sex marriages, but I'm also certain federal protections are sometimes needed to ensure equality.
A week from tomorrow will be the opening of the annual Columbus spring pilgrimage. Although the first pilgrimage was in the spring of 1940, a Columbus tour of homes actually started a year earlier.
I ran my hand over the book cover which I'm in the habit of doing. A pretty cover attracts me. The book featured delicate anthropomorphic characters framing a drawing of a kindly man wearing an oversized purple shirt, a garden hat; he was leaning on a long stick and holding a sunflower. Bumblebees bumbled all around him. I'm afraid I might be one of those people who judge a book by its cover.
About 50 people crowded into the Grill Room at Lion Hills Golf Club Thursday for the latest episode of the Columbus Exchange Club Candidates Forum, which those in attendance will recall as "The 57 minutes of my life I really, really wish I had back."
The Great Festering Pile of Stupid, sometimes referred to as the Mississippi Legislature, will soon end its 2013 session.
The first day of spring. My favorite month, April, is just around the corner. Now we just need one big gullywasher to get rid of the pine pollen. Normally, spring gives me a strong sense of rebirth and renewal, but this spring I seem surrounded by moments crystallizing the passage of time.
Wednesday is the first day of spring, that time of year when most of us do with joy what we will be complaining about having to do come summer.
People always say that you can't get something for nothing but that's not true. Not at the library.
"Nanny government" is inconsistent with conservatism. Or it was. Maybe not anymore.
A word of advice: When the revolution comes, make sure Tina Perry is on your side. In the meantime, I'm glad she's on ours. This past week Tina hardly had time to note the passing of her 30th anniversary at The Dispatch. There was, after all, a paper to get out.
Seeing the Tombigbee River filled with March rains brings to mind days long past when high water meant it was time to ship cotton to Mobile by steamboat.
We hear a lot of people say, "I don't pay attention to politics." And, to that, I answer, "Then you get what you deserve." I am not a political reporter. I am not even a real reporter. I am just an opinion columnist who is lucky enough to have a forum for my rants and observations.
I attended my first Public Service Commission (PSC) hearing last week. I was not impressed.
The art of writing involves showing rather than telling. The novice will write about a person being tall or beautiful or angry. The great writer will create a image of those qualities in the reader's mind. Readers don't want to be told; they want to see.
Suppose President Obama was in a room with Mississippi Gov. Phil Bryant. Suppose they had time to kill and no one to talk to except each other. Would they have common ground for chit-chat? Yes. In a word, they agree wholeheartedly on "transparency."
The little church in the Prairie, Shaeffer's Chapel, had their annual Seniors Appreciation Banquet -- not seniors like high-schoolers, but seniors like seniors. The preacher shared with the crowd, "Honor your father and mother so that your days on the earth may be long."
My last job before returning to Mississippi was a gig as a graveyard-shift janitor at a 55-plus living facility in Mesa, Ariz., called Venture Out. It was the sort of job you would expect a convicted felon who had gone from one minimum-wage job to another since being released from prison would have.