Imagine a line composed of every household with children in the United States, arranged from lowest to highest income. Now, divide the line into five equal parts. Which of the groups do you think enjoyed big increases in income since 1991? If you read the papers, you probably would assume that the bottom fifth did the worst. After all, income inequality in America is increasing, right?
The Memorial Day weekend air show has become a Boone County tradition. I’ve never attended, but I’ve always thought it was a nice way to get people out to trample the grass growing on the runways of Englewood International Airport. The patriotic, even militaristic, nature of the activities hasn’t bothered me much. What always did bother me, though, was the unconstitutional censoring of protesters’ First Amendment rights. It was not only illegal, but also unwise, for the city of Columbia to conspire with the air show organizers to forbid a hardy handful of antiwar activists from handing out leaflets and circulating petitions.
Sometimes I forget why the Clintons disturb me. Then they offer a reminder. Case in point are reports that one of Hillary Clinton’s most pampered donors made big bucks off scams against the elderly.
You can’t get much syrupier or chirpier than Paula Deen. She’s the ebullient celebrity queen of Southern cooking, with a buttery drawl, a down-home manner and her own popular TV show on Food Network.
I’m proud when the Missourian digs deep to find stories others would just as soon keep quiet. I worry, though, that journalists haven’t done enough to stand up to the avalanche of sound bites coming from Washington, and we citizens don’t demand enough from our politicians and our media.
I appreciate our indoor smoking ban as much as the next person, assuming the next person isn’t a bar owner or a tobacco heiress. But when I heard that adult smoking could potentially give a movie an R rating, I confess I snorted.
Just south of Stadium Boulevard, where it is bisected by Providence Road, we can get a glimpse of the Mizzou of the future. The athletic complex is a welcome symbol of the university’s direction. North of Stadium, the campus looks much like it always did, except for new hotel-like dorms and the journalism school’s extension under construction rising beside the Sociology Building. What has become a vast seven-building journalism complex at the northeast edge of the Quad will doubtless spur more building activity in the sports complex.
How history will treat President Bush’s administration won’t be determined for a number of years. Nevertheless, it is a dead-bang certainty that in 2008 syndicated columnists and local editorialists will lose a convenient punching bag in that bashing the president has been a welcome substitute for original journalistic thought or initiative since his 2000 election.
Frankly, I was relieved that there were no high school graduates among my family members this year; I would have been hard-pressed to offer them any degree of encouragement.
My dad is a World War II hero, a winner of the Distinguished Flying Cross, so not much scares him. He does not, however, talk about politics.
With the legislative session safely in our rearview mirror and best forgotten, let’s look ahead. Is that President Hulshof just over the horizon?
The WNBA season has opened again, and it’s a different ballgame from the six-on-six game foisted on girls 40 years ago – a game of limits.
Go figure: A student-soldier is called up to active duty, spends a year serving his or her country, and returns to MU to find the welcome home involves a mess of paperwork and pleas to professors and officials before picking up an education again.
Another day. Another wonderful, magical day. I spring out of bed, have my four cups of coffee, joke and pun a little with my wife who is still not ready for it. Then I look around. Sun shining. Warm spring breezes wafting about. No siren screech reaches my ears. The smell of eggs and bacon. What a day!
This column will probably annoy if not enrage some of its readers. It is triggered by a recent effort by a St. Louis alderman to overturn a provision of the state health code which prohibits all animals except service dogs from entering the premises of a restaurant, to include outdoor patios and sidewalk cafes. Stating the obvious “People love their dogs,” Lyda Krewson has introduced a doggie friendly bill.
A friend announced at lunch the other day that she had stopped watching television news for the time being. She said she was so disgusted with the way political leaders were ignoring the people’s will that it made her stomach queasy when she got to the dinner table. She said it was understandable why people stopped going to the polls to vote, because the two parties could obviously care less.
It has taken the World Bank and the Bush administration much time to find a way to remove Paul Wolfowitz as the bank’s preside.
A couple of weeks ago, an MU law professor published an essay in The New York Times explaining how Attorney General Alberto Gonzales could be impeached.
A story we didn’t publish has been the subject of conversations around the Columbia Missourian for the past week or so. Many people have thrown in their opinions on how to handle the firing of Missouri lacrosse club coach Kyle Hawkins.
Murray the cat jumped on the bed, stretched out and, whatdoyaknow, showed off a fresh sore spot in his gray pelt. Murray seemed completely unconcerned. He sort of let me look at his wound and then bounced off the bed.