Frigid weather is not as uncommon in south Louisiana as we might think, and nowadays we at least get a bit more warning that they are coming than in the days when digital media and computer-generated forecasts were the stuff of science fiction.
Pandora’s Box was opened by the Fed’s in 2009, and Fake Zero Interest Rates escaped along with all the economic ills of MMT (“Modern Monetary Theory” where Deficits don’t matter), QE 1,2, and 3 to bring misery soon to most of mankind.
There are two things that should be completely off limits: a person’s children and a person’s grief.
You do not mock a child, something that we often forget when that child happens to belong to a politician we despise, and you do not make fun of someone in the depths of mourning.
I don’t normally write a sports column, but a few words would seem appropriate after Alabama’s football coach Nick Saban announced his retirement last week. Simply put, love him or hate him, Nick Saban was the nation’s best college coach in recent years, and maybe the best college coach ever.
With our inauguration now over, I am left with an overwhelming feeling of hope for the future of our great state. Over the last year, we hit the road, listening to folks about the core issues that must be addressed if we’re to restore our state and improve our circumstances.
People understood the need to ration rubber and gasoline during World War II, and so they understood when grocery stores and laundries and others were told they should use their delivery trucks sparingly.
Without much fanfare (okay, I did write and voice a radio commercial noting the milestone), I recently marked 25 years of my “day job” working for a farmers cooperative.