August 16, 2013
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Get this: Prisoners spend more time enjoying the outdoors than modern children.
I’m crabby this time of year — absolutely miserable.
Boy, did I love watching that show when I was a boy.
It’s become a cottage industry since Donald Trump started winning Republican primaries: If he wins the presidency, one in four Americans would consider moving to another country, according to a recent Morning Consult/Vox poll.
I’m lucky that my mother and father are doing so well — lucky that, in our transient country, their home is the hub that unites my extended family.
St. Patrick’s Day couldn’t have arrived at a better time.
The way our circus of a presidential election is unfolding, the odds are increasing that Hillary Clinton may become our first female president — which would be great for American men.
Get this: Wealth, fame and success don’t make us happy, but strong relationships do.
Boy, it’s cold outside.
Here’s something you don’t see in the winter much anymore: unsupervised children sledding alone.
The smart car is upon us and self-driving automobiles soon will be commonplace — which will be the buzz at this week’s 2016 Detroit Auto Show.
If you think our benevolent federal government is too big, this will agitate you: The government is advising us on New Year’s resolutions.
“I don’t know why so many people get so bent out of shape at this time every year. I thought we were supposed to be merry.”
Open enrollment is making me miserable.
Last week was an ugly day for civil discourse.
“Do you realize we’ve been giving thanks for almost 400 years?”
“I had no idea that many men and women have served our country in our armed forces.”
The World Health Organization is the United Nations‘ public-health arm. I think we should change its name to the World Killjoy Organization — at least where its position on meat eating is concerned.
Dear Mom and Dad, It’s been almost three weeks since you dropped me off at summer camp. You better come get me ‘cause I’m in big trouble.
Get this: renting is the new American dream.
Get this: The average human being now has a shorter attention span than a goldfish.
I don’t know why everyone is so up in arms that alleged newsman George Stephanopoulos donated $75,000 to a private foundation co-owned and operated by a woman who hopes to be president.
Welcome to class, American millennials. Sit down and take notes - because you are in for a rude awakening.
I didn’t know it when I was young, but I was one of the luckiest young men on the planet.
After I read the news report, I popped the wine cork and praised the science gods. Alcohol consumption helps us live longer.
Boy, does the world need a better sense of humor right about now.
The snow started coming down hard a few hours after we’d arrived.
Have you heard the good news?
It’s amazing that the show almost was not broadcast.
I admit it: I feel sorry for cigarette and cigar smokers these days.
I’m starting to feel bad for President Obama, if you want to know the truth.
Boy, are the folks at the syndicated game show “Jeopardy” in trouble after introducing a new category: “What Do Women Want.”
Did you ever have a week in which you had an impossible amount of work to complete, yet somehow got it done?
They’re going to have to get used to it. I speak of the school students who are complaining about the taste of their government-funded school grub.
Ah, summer. What a great time for boys to read “The Dangerous Book for Boys.”
Here’s a trend that may not bode well for the future of our country: according to data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics, only 40 percent of 16- to 19-year-olds have summer jobs - down from 75 percent of teens a generation ago.
Sheesh, China, you sure know how to kick a country when it’s on its way down.
Students, faculty, family members and friends, it is my great honor to deliver your commencement speech today.
I’m beginning to think home ownership is over-rated.
Get this: The U.S. Supreme Court is about to decide whether false accusations and mudslinging during political campaigns are illegal.
I stumbled upon my father’s 1959 income tax return a few years ago. How I long for the simplicity he enjoyed when he filed his taxes that year.
It’s a compelling event - something we all better hope we see more of, if America is to thrive.
There’s a reason why American men drive big pick-up trucks: women dig them.
Get this: old-fashioned baby names are beginning to make a comeback.
We must stop them.
For the past 40 years or so, a movement has been afoot to make men more like women and women more like men.
Farewell, old friend. I am going to miss you.
Boy, do we need to get back to the basics in America - especially with our Christmas toys.
I’m turning into my father.
A new study has come out that finds men and women really do think differently.
I’ve heard a lot of interesting stories of people trying, and failing, to sign up for ObamaCare, but this one takes the cake.
Sure, the country isn’t doing so well at the moment, but there are still plenty of reasons to be thankful this Thanksgiving.
Millions of you are asking why your health insurance policies are being canceled and the premiums and deductibles for your new policies are, for the majority of you, doubling, tripling or worse.
The French daily Le Monde alleges that the U.S. National Security Agency has spied on French diplomats in Washington and at the UN.
Like millions of Americans, I’ve become a “Duck Dynasty” fan.
One challenge with chemo is that the body quickly becomes resistant to it. Doctors have to apply different chemo blends to overcome resistance. For the next few years, the different blends worked well.
Boy, are some Americans losing interest in marriage these days. According to a National Center for Family and Marriage Research study, the U.S. marriage rate is on the decline. Whereas 92 out of 1,000 single women married in 1920, only 31 out of 1,000 are marrying today.
Too many of our political leaders see government as the solution to our challenges. If only they paid more consideration to what some of our great minds had to say about government.
I don’t know what I was thinking. In 1973, when I was 11, I flushed an apple core down the toilet, an action I would come to regret.