I mean….I’m not sure what you’d expect when a clown gets in bed with a buffoon… Jennifer Rubin writes: There is no honor among anti-immigrant advocates and liars, I suppose. After dutifully lying on behalf of the president regarding his abhorrent language (“****hole countries”), Sens. Tom Cotton (R-Ark.) and David Perdue (R-Ga.) were outed by
A President who either doesn’t know the words to the Star Spangled Banner or doesn’t want to sing the national anthem was welcomed to the college football championship in the most appropriate way on Monday. Before any snowflakes get upset, let’s remember the buffoon blatantly disrespected Atlanta because he’s a baby.
Bobby Christine is the new U.S attorney for the Southern District of Georgia after being confirmed unanimously by the Senate Wednesday evening. Christine was serving as the Magistrate of Columbia County before being nominated to this position. Before that, he was a prosecutor in the Augusta District Attorney’s office. In 2012, Christine was appointed as
Whether you won or lost last night, coffee is probably in order this morning. Election News Atlanta will choose the next Madam Mayor on December 5th BOE results for the Metro area. Middle Georgia election results. South Georgia election results. Tybee Island results. Georgia election results from Fox 5 and the AJC. Results from the Blue
One of my favorite offbeat stories to come out of the Beltway in the past month involved George W. Bush’s former assistant secretary of commerce, Bruce Mehlman, declaring this period the New Gilded Age. Mehlman produces quarterly reports for his clients at Mehlman Castagnetti Rosen & Thomas on the current climate, and this quarter, he
Good morning, and happy International Pasta Day! I’m going to celebrate today with this charred lemon pappardelle and shrimp recipe. Not your thing? These are also awesome: Cajun Chicken Pasta Pasta and Meatballs Caprese Mac & Cheese Enjoy! Now for the real reason you’re here: Pat Conroy A quick, political history of Kennesaw State that
On February 9, 2008, I was a day away from turning 29 years-old. I found myself having driven just over three hours south on that Saturday to Norfolk, Virginia, and sitting on a bench in Town Point Park, staring blankly for hours into the Elizabeth River. My grandfather had been stationed in Norfolk during his