Ben Crystal Archive
Ben Crystal is a 1993 graduate of Davidson College and has burned the better part of the last two decades getting over the damage done by modern-day higher education. He now lives in Savannah, Ga., where he has hosted an award-winning radio talk show and been featured as a political analyst for television. Currently a principal at Saltymoss Productions—a media company specializing in concept television and campaign production, speechwriting and media strategy—Ben has written numerous articles on the subjects of municipal authoritarianism, the economic fallacy of sin taxes and analyses of congressional abuses of power. Email this author.
America passed a milestone last week. The Democrats threw a super soiree, and even President Barack Obama commemorated the big day. Why wouldn’t he? It’s not every day that the President of the United States gets to wish a happy birthday to an entire industry dedicated to keeping birthdays from happening.
Abortion Barbie gets stuck in the “fudge.” Anti-life survivors. And welcome to Weed Bowl I! All this — plus — Obama hears it from the girls. It’s The Great Eight, from the Personal Liberty Digest™!
If not for the fact that rising leftist star and Texas State Senator Wendy Davis has become the poster girl for the abortion industry, she’d be little more than a local curiosity. But Davis loves abortion, so we’re supposed to overlook the fact that her resume might as well be printed on rainbow paper and include a job as a unicorn wrangler.
Less than a week before the Nation observed Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday, The New Yorker published a story about President Barack Obama in which he was quoted playing the race card: “There’s no doubt that there’s some folks who just really dislike me because they don’t like the idea of a black President.”
Surviving Obama’s “action.” Senate Democrats turn on Hillary. And: “Abortion Barbie” hits the skids. All this— plus—“T-Bone” gets an “F.” It’s The Great Eight, from the Personal Liberty Digest™!
In the event that you live under a rock, have been trapped under something really heavy or are only just now returning from an all-expenses-paid, 5-star, 17-day getaway in a tropical paradise, I bring news. Hillary Clinton is officially running for President of the United States.
Thanks. Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, I offer to you my most profound gratitude. It took New Jersey Governor Chris Christie channeling the ghost of Tony Soprano to get you guys to come out against government corruption, but I’m not going to complain.
Joe gets a pep talk. The lapdog media finds a scandal they can sink their gums into. And Obama has plans for your kids. All this – plus – poor Beaker! It’s The Great Eight, from the Personal Liberty Digest™!
Like any good son, I call my mother every week. I sit through the usual litany of complaints about how I don’t call enough, I don’t visit enough, etc. Sometimes, Mom gives me both barrels. Take last Sunday. Mom turned to a topic that disappoints her more than I ever could have: politicians.
Global warming costs us all billions of dollars annually. Global warming jacks up your utility prices and it skims a layer of cash off the top of the taxpayers’ till through treaty obligations and Federal study programs. And sometimes, global warming exacts a real human cost.