Having served on the Reader Advisory Board of the local newspaper where I lived previously, I may read the paper more critically than the average person, but even the average reader should not have missed a glaring problem on the Opinion page in the April 14 edition of the Herald Democrat.
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On the evening of April 14, 1865, by some accounts, John Wilkes Booth stopped in at a tavern on his way to Ford’s Theatre in Washington. A man at the bar, recognizing the actor, noted that Booth wasn’t as fine a thespian as his father had been. “When I leave the stage,” Booth is said to have retorted, “I’ll be the most famous man in America.”
In the years between 1880 and 1959 if you were homeless, orphaned or had no family and were mentally ill with no place to go, there was a place that became known as the Grayson County Poor Farm that might have been a haven for you.
Climate change evangelists and climate change atheists — me, I’m climate change agnostic — are locked in a bitter struggle over whether global warming is occurring and what, if anything, we should do about it. You’ll note that I’ve painted the two camps in religious terms instead of the more jounalistically-correct categories “supporters” and “detractors.” And that’s intentional. Religion seems like a pretty good analogy for the climate change battle, as each side is fighting for or against something that can’t be seen and can’t be proven or disproven, and each side is certain they’re correct.
The Herald Democrat article “Denison recycling worth the cost, city says,” which was published on Dec. 8, 2013, reports that the city of Denison has a landfill reduction of only 5.2 percent since introducing recycling.
A few weeks ago when I voted in the Republican primary, I had the choice to vote yes or no on whether or not people should be allowed to pray wherever they felt like. I voted no. It’s a senseless question.
In my early 20s, I suffered from an affliction I suspect is common among people that age: I felt great uncertainty about the world, what I believed and how I would ever understand it all.
Despite Russia’s Crimean landgrab and its massing of troops on the Ukrainian border, Western leaders still refuse to recognize the mind-set of Vladimir Putin.
In the hierarchy of saints, martyrs are on the highest rung of the celestial ladder, at least for me.
You know how you get into those moods where you convince yourself that the only thing to do when you’re absolutely miserable is to make yourself even more miserable, as if misery were some kind of contest?