Drawing a comparison between shock radio specialist Howard Stern and Jesus Christ requires an amount of dexterity I wouldn't trust to my fellow columnists, so I will make the twists and bends myself.
Since it became wildly popular a few years ago, reality television has annoyed me. I wondered why people would waste their time watching such crap. Who cares if a couple can survive living on an island and being tempted by sexy singles? Why should it matter to me which bachelorette gets the rose from a man she's known for three weeks?
From staff reports
Why are we afraid of the rabble? It is a sad commentary that in the wake of Mel Gibson's current film those entrusted with the responsibility of public commentary feel compelled to soothe the fevered brows of the class most prone to hatred and violence.
Ah, spring? a time of natural regeneration, a time to shrug off that bulky overcoat and bask in the warm weather, and for people like me, time to gather around the television for that annual ritual March Madness.
From Staff Reports
By Billy Corriher
Whizzing through the serpentine streets of the big city of Atlanta, it flashed before my eyes.
Anytime someone makes a film about Jesus, their always seems to be some kind of uproar. Weather it's Mel Gibson's "The Passion of the Christ" or Scorsese's "The Last Temptation of Christ" the presses will keep the copy coming till the ink runs dry. This column not doubt will take up a little bit more.
Sitting steaming around the campfire, we all agreed it was the third wave that got us.
By Ed Brock
By Jeffery Armstrong
I pulled over on Jonesboro Road and just sat there watching the skies. The gray and white clouds were painted against the blue sky and the early afternoon was warm as I peered at the sky. There was one and then another and then a third. Silver birds glinting against the sun's reflection, coming in sooth and powerful as they headed for Hartsfield-Jackson.
By Ed Brock
Clayton County Links
March 9, 2004
By Greg Gelpi