Stopped Clocks

The State gets it right. [gasp] On taxes. [heart attack] (1, 2)

Priorities, Brad

Our state has a high unemployment rate, a low graduation rate, a high violent crime rate, low life expectancy; poverty, racial tension, illiteracy, economic stagnation, etc.

Meanwhile, Brad Warthen asks the hard questions.

At least we know where his mind is.

Sheesh.

Unapologetic Cheerleading

The State insists on reporting on proposed legislation that's so narrow-minded, overweaning, and ludicrous that it has no chance of passing. (Thank heavens!)

But instead of writing an objective headline like "Fringe Measure Unlikely to Pass State Legislature," they go with this stinker, which clearly indicates that they'd rather see police officers inspecting restuarants than patroling the streets for real crime.

Brad Warthen, Appeaser

It goes without saying Brad Warthen is never going to win any awards for intelligence, good sense, or courage. But I had always thought that the somewhere beneath it all—beneath the smugly arrogant self-regard, the pride and pretense, the fake righteousness, the transparently false humility, the viciousness, the brazen disregard for fact and logic, the persistent libeling, the underdeveloped commitment to his readership, the insufferably whiny tone of complaint—I thought there lurked the small shriveled shell of human decency.

Boy, was I wrong.

You'd think that a journalist—an opinion editor for heaven's sakes!—would understand the simple value of being able to say things, even unpopular things, without a reaction of deadly violence from mobs of thugs.

But to expect even this much from Brad Warthen is to expect too much. Not only is Brad too simple and ill-informed to read and understand the 1st Amendment, the absence of even the most basic moral sense means that he cannot understand its ethical underpinnings.

To be sure, Brad is not alone in his abject failure. That does not make it less loathesome by one scintilla.

History will not be kind to those who stared straight into the visage of evil and asked, with servility, "What may I do for you, kind sir?"