As your friendly neighborhood columnist, it occasionally falls to me to call people out when they’ve done wrong. I don’t always like it, but I have to do it.
The first 100 days of “hopey-changeyness” was front-loaded by an “enchanted” N.Y. Times/Obama-media shill from the White House press corp. During the Teleprompter-in-Chief’s first 100 days, affirmative action press conference, he was questioned with all the rigors of a beauty pageant queen unless, o
This is the year a woman will win the Indianapolis 500. If the sport is lucky, that is. Coming up May 24, this year’s Indy 500, which will celebrate the 100th anniversary of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, the first purpose-built race track in the world, already has three female entrants, the large
Antonio Stradivari’s career spanned seven decades and his workshop produced almost 1,200 violas, guitars, cellos and violins. About 650 of his exquisite instruments exist today.
I get accused of hating women — a lot. I understand it. I take a hard line with women. I expect them to be honest and fair and upright and most importantly, forthright.
It was an eerie scene at Aztec Stadium in Mexico City, as teams America and Tecos played in a nearly empty stadium. Normally, the 100,000-seat facility, one of the largest in the world, would have been packed with soccer enthusiasts.
There are 23 citizen boards, commissions and task forces recognized by the city of Santa Monica. Citizen members of these organizations are City Council appointed or approved.
I read the other day that IBM plans on having a computer compete against human contestants on the TV show, “Jeopardy!” The claim is that if the computer beats people, it will be a big leap forward in the field of artificial intelligence.
Gosh! According to Mr. Elias Serna (“Mencia offensive and Klein evasive,” page 4, April 23) — and he managed to get all of this into one short opinion piece — I’m a “dishonest pedant,” “arrogant,” “empty,” “selfish,” “glaringly dishonest,” “evasive,” “patronizing,” a “know-it-all Anglo,” “shameless
There’s an old expression, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Actually, I can’t remember ever buying anything because of its cover, unless you count Playboy.
A car hit a 26-year-old pregnant woman while she was fleeing from a bear in Colorado Springs last week. Thankfully she and the baby are fine. More importantly though, the news might just mean that I’m not the worst mother ever.
Editor’s Note: This article contains graphic but accurate material that may be offensive to some readers. During last Sunday’s Miss USA pageant openly “gay” activist and pageant judge Perez Hilton — the self-styled “Queen of Media” — ambushed Carrie Prejean, the openly Christian Miss California, wit
