Opinion

Legacy of a reporter and a good man

Ben Nelms's picture

The legacy we live is the legacy we leave. Life and eternity offer us no alternative.

I don’t like speaking of John in the past tense. It’s the same with my coworkers here at The Citizen and I can only expect it’s the same with those of you who know him ... knew him. Yet we are left with no choice in the matter.

Coming from a family history steeped in journalism, reporting was what Munford knew and it was what he loved. Read More»

A portent of things to come?

Cal Thomas's picture

With his approval numbers sinking to 39 percent a week ago, according to the Gallup tracking poll, President Obama isn’t alone in having a bad summer. So is Hollywood. Read More»

Please stop helping us

Walter Williams's picture

While reading the first chapter of Jason Riley’s new book, “Please Stop Helping Us,” I thought about Will Rogers’ Prohibition-era observation that “Oklahomans vote dry as long as they can stagger to the polls.”

Demonstrative of similar dedication, one member of Congress told Vanderbilt University political scientist Carol Swain that “one of the advantages and disadvantages of representing blacks is their shameless loyalty. ... You can almost get away with raping babies and be forgiven. You don’t have any vigilance about your performance.” Read More»

Loving & hating cool of a/c

Ronda Rich's picture

It’s a funny thing. That’s what Mama used to say when something baffled her. Like Mama, I prefer that things make common sense. Otherwise, I’ll ponder, figure, study, and try to decipher that funny thing until it’s somewhat sensible.

In this case, it’s my relationship with air conditioning that I’m unable to completely explain to others though I seem to understand it myself.

I don’t like the icy feel of air conditioning in our home even in the smothering humidity of deep summer. It has to do with my raising, as do most things for most people. Read More»

On Garlock: ‘This guy is just not right’

I suppose we could blame it on Grumpy Old Man Syndrome. You know, Cranky Old Fart. Cantankerous Aged Misanthrope. And if we did, we could just laugh and say: Well, it’s just old Terry spouting off.

But Mr. Garlock is developing an edge that is, in many ways, not easily overlooked.

I almost always disagree with his column, but there was a meanness and a bile in his latest foray that I can only assume derives from lack of cranial oxygen, and exposure to the Tea Party. Read More»

Reclaim our country from the destroyers

Mr. Garlock’s column last Wednesday expressed frustration and anger at the state of America, its future, and those who would see it brought low. I just saw the movie “America” as well. I don’t blame him one bit for feeling the way he does.

That said, I wish to offer suggestions of reforms regarding the policies, laws, expectations, and beliefs that must change to restore our nation: Read More»

PTC’s dam spillway issue is not an emergency

I have talked to many people since my opinion was published recently and those people with whom I spoke seem to think that because the problem at the spillway has been reported to the EPD and to Georgia Safe Dams, that it is too late to do the maintenance that should have been done a long time ago and that we must follow their recommendations.

But I am of a different opinion (do the maintenance and fill the lake). Read More»

See Grace

Sallie Satterthwaite's picture

This column originally appeared in The Citizen in 1999.

Like a song you start humming in the morning and can’t get out of your mind, one word comes to me over and over again to describe events in my life.

Grace. Pure grace. Disposed as I am to want to look beyond church talk — journalistic habits die hard — I went to my dictionary to see what it offers besides a theological definition of grace: “The unmerited love and favor of God toward mankind.” Read More»

Me and my shadow

Rick Ryckeley's picture

Around 5:30 Saturday afternoon the most amazing thing happened. The entire world stopped — at least for one little girl.

Little One noticed her shadow for the very first time, and her reaction was something totally unexpected. There was nothing to be afraid of. There was really nothing there, but just try and explain that to a 13-month-old whose only words are Mommy, Daddy, kitty and — my favorite — duck. Read More»

Lies parents tell their kids

David Epps's picture

Many years ago, my oldest son had a propensity to play in the street in front of our house. Since he was only 4 or 5 years old, this was not an approved activity.

In spite of warnings, scoldings, and spankings, he always seemed to find a way to sit in the middle of the road and become a target for fast moving traffic. This behavior resulted in his being restricted to either the house or the fenced-in back yard. Read More»

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