"The best prize that life has to offer is the chance to work hard at work worth doing." —Theodore Roosevelt
A minister at the First Unitarian Church of Salt Lake City, concludes his emails by writing, "Here's to the work, friends."
>News editors sometimes make a fundamental error when reporting on the drug-addicted and the homeless, treating the two as if they are one and the same.
I am sick and tired of reading the same rehashing about you know who. So, from here on in, at least to the end of this column, there will be no politics. Instead, this will be a practical column about where the economy might be going according to the people best qualified to know. I will share thoughts and predictions about how your paycheck will shrink in the next few years and how rich you are not going to be now that America is on its way to being great again for the very, very rich.
Two months in, the madness seems to be rolling strong in 2017.
Nazis have perhaps made a return. Women are wearing vaginas on their heads. One side screams fake news and the other purports alternative facts.
I don't know many foodies, so I have not felt the lash of foodist disapproval. Not yet, anyway. Foodism is a spectator sport for me. From the sidelines, I take passing notice of such food-related developments as Whole Foods morphing from grocery store to cafeteria and the hybridization of doughnut and croissant into a cronut.
“Chaffetz is perfectly safe in his gerrymandered congressional district that he won by over 100,000 votes.”
People are so happy to experience Kobe steak, they ignore that what they just ate was a Jordan River carp, and whoever says it's not steak is a damned liar. This is the world where Jason Chaffetz lives.
How could a guy so boorish and so unfit for the job become our 45th president? I don't think the election was rigged, as Trump often asserted, but on the eve of his inauguration, I am trying to reconcile the fact that 62 million people disagreed with me and voted for him.
Can't we all just get along? In harmony?
When I first heard that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir was going to perform at Donald Trump's inauguration, I had to chuckle a little for a few reasons.
What's the worst that could happen if Utah legalized marijuana?
You may or may not respect my opinion on the need to make medical marijuana legal in Utah.
I have lived through 12 U.S. presidents and 17 presidential elections before this one.
Most of them are bigoted diatribes.
"Holy mother of God," tweeted Rosanne Cash, "Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize."
My hope is that I'm wrong and these men continue in the spirit of American freedom.
I was afraid of this. The first sniff of white supremacy in or around the White House came with the appointment of Stephen Bannon as special adviser to President-elect Donald Trump. (Still can't get used to saying that ... President Trump).
The booklets were titled To Serve Man, as a show of friendship and commitment.
The only trace of Star Trek I noticed was a bumper sticker that read, "Beam me up, Scotty. There is no intelligent life on this planet."