James Harris was born in Senatobia, Mississippi, in 1950, to parents who owned a furniture store. But when James was…
Columns like this appear every so often in conservative publications, particularly in the not-so-far-out period before Labor Day when everything…
It’s been a while since there was a Five Quick Things rattling around on The American Spectator‘s front page, so…
Last weekend at Power Line, John Hinderaker donned a conspiratorial cap and mused about exactly what it is we as…
Here’s a scenario that, sadly, is a lot less implausible than it ought to be: let’s say there are 99…
There’s a term, and an acronym, that every American interested in following the rank stupidity of this summer’s occurrences in…
I spent the weekend on a much-needed fishing trip to a bass-stocked lake quite literally in the middle of nowhere,…
On one level, it’s somewhat reasonable to have a bit of sympathy for Washington Redskins owner Dan Snyder. After years…