It could be the most recognized American song worldwide. Go to a small Asian community where little or no English is spoken. Start humming, “You Are My Sunshine.” More likely than not, the locals will join in singing the song in English.
Get this: More people are fleeing big cities for rural areas and some are doing so because they fear a major financial collapse is imminent.
According to U.S. Census Bureau estimates, big cities are losing population at a rapid clip. Chicago’s Cook County saw 66,000 people move out in 2016.
The 34th President of the United States was born 100 hundred years ago. John F. Kennedy captured the hearts of the American people like no other president, before or since.
He’s the new Al Sharpton on steroids — and he’s coming to a TV near you.
Benjamin Crump, camera-lovin’ lawyer for the families of Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown, rocketed to fame perpetuating the “Hands up, don’t shoot” lie.
The eternal promise of spring, the first daffodil, the tiny buds forming on the elm tree; a faint but distinct musical note from the mockingbird, serves to remind us of the cycle of life.
If FBI agents have time to track down Tom Brady’s stolen Super Bowl jerseys, why can’t they bring back AWOL convicted cop-killer Assata Shakur?
It is time for one of the agency’s most wanted women in the world to pay her dues.
At my age I’m pretty sure I don’t need maternity care.
At her age I’m pretty sure my granddaughter doesn’t need health insurance for her end-of-life needs.
But what do I know? I’m just a dumb citizen.
Thank goodness St. Patrick’s Day is upon us. Our country is in need of some Irish humor about now.
With all the vitriol in our politics these days, we could use more brotherly love — which reminds me of the joke about McAlister.
One Saturday night, he ordered three pints at the pub.