Balti-morons: that’s what folks not from around these parts call us.
Even for that left-wing gaggle more commonly known as The Baltimore Sun’s editorial board, the October 23, 2013 editorial “Putting down panhandlers” is a new low.
You can bet relatives and friends of Diamond Tomlin and Morgan Cruise have circled the dates: June 29 to July 2, 2014.
Let’s make Smokey the official face of Baltimore, kind of our mascot.
I don’t pay much attention to baseball until the playoffs roll around. That’s when things get interesting.
Forty-three years ago Adrian Dove, a black sociologist, created the Chitling Test of Intelligence.
There is only one reaction that we should have to the revelation that Baltimore Police Commissioner Anthony Batts made an “investigative stop.”
Really, Jacoby Jones? Really?
Maryland Gov. Martin O’Malley couldn’t resist putting in his two cents worth about Baltimore’s recent crime surge.
There are STILL black folks mad at CNN on-air personality Don Lemon.
There are those who feel our esteemed Stephanie Rawlings-Blake (SRB), our beloved Mayor Vroom Vroom, is the worst city chief executive in the land.
Got books? If you do, then you must have spent this summer reading as many books as I have. As I did in a previous column, I’ll recommend some more books from my summer reading list.
This redefining self-defense business is getting WAY out of hand.
This had to be the most hilarious news story of the year. It ran on WJZ-TV a while back.
I was stunned. I turned on my TV, and there was one President Barack Hussein Obama, talking about “The Click.”
Now that George Zimmerman has been acquitted, it’s time to make note of a few bottom lines in the case, and there are quite a few.
There have been calls from President Obama and others for us to “move forward” or “move on” after the verdict in the George Zimmerman trial.
It happened 50 years ago, in the summer of 1963.
Twenty shot the weekend that started Friday, June 21 and ended Sunday, June 23, 2013.
About six inches, that's how close the car came to hitting a boy at the intersection of Northern Parkway and Wabash Avenue
Ah, summertime! ‘Tis the season for vacations, weddings, picnics, cookouts and some good old, down home reading. That is, for those folks who still read and if you read this newspaper, I suspect that you’re among the dwindling number of Americans who also read books.
Now isn’t this a sign that the Apocalypse is upon us?