A man pulled into the parking lot of a local hospital and rushed into the emergency room shouting that he had been bitten by a snake and promptly dropped his pants pointing to fang marks on his buttocks.
I’m on record as being a fan of college football, and not caring that much about the NFL. I know I am in a minority. I don’t care.
This past week has gone a long way to remind me that yes, there is a difference between women and men. Our logic does not work the same. This came home to me twice.
Well, it’s time to bid a fond farewell to college football, alas. I know there’s still some pro games, but I’m a college football fan.
Because Christmas and New Year’s came on Thursday this time around, I missed two consecutive weeks of columns.
Times Herald Editor in Chief:
This is an open letter to Forrest City, Mayor Bryant and the Forrest City Police Department: The family of Betty Aldridge, Angela Anderson and Randy Millbrooks wanted to extend a heartfelt “Thank You” to Forrest City and surrounding communities for their prayers and support.
By reading the paper, I notice that ISIS threatened to blow up the Memphis-Arkansas bridge, and continues to murder people for their religious beliefs. Muslim terrorist groups continue to kidnap, rape and murder school girls in Africa with little action taken against them. In 2011, there were 1.06 million babies aborted in the U.S. Some believe that is just a legal form of murder. If we hold life so cheaply, then it should be no surprise that more and more people are willing to justify killing for any reason. Forrest City’s murder rate is likely the highest in the country for it’s population. Are we upset about it?
In light of recent events that have taken place nationwide, one fact that has been lost amidst the protests and marches is that most of the black men murdered in America, Arkansas and Forrest City are killed by other black men.
From office parties to neighborhood gatherings, our calendars are filled with many reasons to celebrate. But the most important plan we’ll make all season is the plan to make it home safely.
This is my last column before Christmas, and I figure there may be some folks out there still wondering if I really am a Scrooge.