Ask yourself which is worse: State School Superintendent Kathy Cox's supremely stupid suggestion that the word "evolution" be removed from Georgia textbooks or the fact that the state school superintendent had no idea the suggestion was supremely stupid?
Strewn in a soggy line in the middle of a road near my house lay various items of somebody's abandoned clothes.
February 17, 2004
By Billy Corriher
I'm sick and tired of this. I'm sick and tired of hearing about adults brutally killing children.
It's easy to pass judgment on parents when you've never been one but it still amazes me that some people believe that wealth and privilege will save their children from all things that are bad.
As you cross into Clayton County, there is a black and yellow sign warning you about the possibility of deer crossing for the next five miles. The first time I read it I laughed out loud. I think there should be such a sign at all entries into Georgia. "We're glad Georgia is on your mind. Watch for deer. We're not kidding."
Last week I wrote a column that said President Bush was "untouchable in the eyes of his conservative base." After writing the column, I heard an interview on National Public Radio discussing why that may be true.
From Staff Reports
Clayton County Links
By Greg Gelpi
After delivering thousands of deadpan lines in a voice that's overconfident with a hint of depression comfortably worn-in like an old shoe, Bill Murray has finally received recognition for emoting his subtle pains on the silver screen. He has been nominated for an Academy Award in the Best Actor category for the film "Lost in Translation." Fans felt he got snubbed in 1999 for his turn as rich but disappointed steel tycoon Herman Blume in "Rushmore." In "Lost in Translation," Murray plays an aging actor much like himself who is out of his element in a foreign land. The film was written (and directed) by Sofia Coppola, no doubt, with Murray in mind.
By Billy Corriher
Lord, save me from the "Best Little Whorehouse" hypocrisy washing over America this very minute.
We've come a long way from Pong.
Every night the parking lot outside my apartment window is lit up bright enough to perform minor invasive surgery. Recently I made some progressive advances against this unwanted nocturnal intruder and shielded myself with black curtains. Now everything has changed.
By Jeffery Armstrong and Doug Gorman
By Ed Brock