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Ubereducated Idiots.

There is unfocused but growing anger in America that is directed at our political and media elites.

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It’s your forum, too.

I’m putting programming on the air that I hope will draw an audience for which advertisers will pay me to have access.

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If only conceit could create jobs.

Two weeks ago, a friend of mine in Tyler, a good vendor to my company and a good businessman, called to tell me that he was shutting his doors.

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Here comes the Tax Man.

We’re about to get walloped by taxes. We are all soon going to be paying our bills out of noticeably smaller net paychecks.

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Keep Christmas well.

One such journalist was Harry Reasoner, one of the best writers ever to work in television.

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Our fathers had it right.

This month marks 20 years since I lost my dad. He was the best friend I ever had. We liked each other’s company, we knew the punch lines to each other’s jokes and we both preferred thick, chewy European beers. In light of what’s going on today, 20 years later, one of the things that stands out for me when I remember my dad was how amazingly self-sufficient he was. My father never made more...

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It’s still our Father’s world.

We are reminded this week that God made the Earth and all that is in it and that He has dominion over it, the overwrought hand wringing of the Global Warming cabal notwithstanding.

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Let’s call it the “Red State Rumble.” It’s on.

The Texas gubernatorial election fight is on. It will be over in March. The general election in November is a formality. The fight is between Kay Bailey Hutchison, currently the senior senator from Texas and incumbent Rick Perry. Both are Republicans and the two will duke it out for the Republican nomination in the March primary. Whoever wins that primary will be the governor. (The eventual Democratic nominee is roughly analagous to the Washington Generals....

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A better burger made a better America.

In 1951, a short, round, jolly Greek immigrant named Jack Koustoubardis began cooking hamburgers in a tiny little spot on Hillcrest Avenue in Dallas just down the hill from SMU. The place is still there and it’s called the Burger House. Everybody knew Jack. (His real name was actually Prometheus. Jack is the name he chose to authenticate his new status as an American.) The Burger House opened at 11 in the morning, closed at...

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You’re tellin’ me!

Your comments regarding what we say in this space matter and that’s why we call it “You Tell Me.” The idea is that I take a position and then you tell me what you think. I’m right on. I’m full of beans. You Tell Me. So with that said, let’s revisit some of the things we have talked about in previous weeks and share your comments on them. Let’s start with Roman Polanski. The Swiss...