Editorial

Inside the Statehouse
By Steve Flowers We in the Deep South have a unique history of political theatrics. The only northern states that rival our colorfulness are New Jersey and Illinois. In those two states you are expected to be corrupt, especially Chicago. Our most colorful southern state has always been Louisiana. The parishes and bayous of the Pelican State gave us Huey Long and other characters. No other states can hold a…
Ivey brightens state board meeting
By Larry Lee When Kay Ivey became governor earlier last week, she also became chair of the state board of education by virtue of her office. This, plus the fact that she once taught school, was ample reason for her to attend the state board meeting on April 13. And though she was unable to stay very long, the governor did address the board and the audience with a message of…
Being Southern by the signs
By Harvey H. (“Hardy”) Jackson Remember when they busted Miss Cleo, the Jamaican psychic whose “hotline” offered free “supernatural insight into love and money.” Under pressure from the Federal Trade Commission the two companies that ran her operation agreed to shut down, pay a fine, and forgive some $500 million in customer bills. $500 million??? Wasn’t that insight supposed to be free? Well, according to the FTC, Miss Cleo (who…
More options for working families
By Congressman Bradley Byrne In the early part of 2017, much of the focus in Congress has been on rolling back damaging policies of the Obama Administration. We have had real success in these efforts, stopping flawed regulations covering everything from education to the Second Amendment to Planned Parenthood. I think it is critically important we continue looking to reverse regulations and policies that do not work. At the same time,…
Play has lesson for us all
I didn’t want to go. I told them I didn’t want to go. Missie Tschida and Myrna were going to see “He Was Raised” Friday night as the Greater Escambia Council for the Art presented their Passion Play. On a Sunday afternoon a couple of weeks ago, I went to a rehearsal to get pictures for publicity. I had heard them yell, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” And that was enough…