Dashed dreams and an emerging American meanness

By: Mike McClary
Published by: Culpeper Star-Exponent
Date Published: September 9, 2017

When did America become such a mean country? Or, more accurately, when did one-third of America become so mean? You can read their comments for yourselves in the Opinions section of the on-line version of this newspaper as well as all over social media. Quite shocking, actually—to me, anyway. You will see them again when this column is posted.

Every day, and in every way, Donald Trump achieves new lows in bad governance – even to the point of throwing his own party under the bus by compromising with Democrats over hurricane relief and raising the debt ceiling to avoid shutting down the government. In my humble opinion, that’s good, but Dave Brat doesn’t think so.

In his latest unwise decision, Trump has announced that he will terminate the protections of the DACA program. DACA, which stands for “Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals,” allows certain undocumented immigrants who entered the country as minors, to obtain renewable two-year periods of deferred action from deportation as well as eligibility for work permits after application and payment of $500 fees. President Obama instituted the DACA program in June 2012 because Congress failed to act.

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Sept. 11 indeed holds special significance to this columnist

By: Mike McClary
Date Published: September 16, 2016
Published by: Culpeper Star-Exponent

In response to a recent letter from columnist Tom Neviaser: The Culpeper Star-Exponent delivered a very moving editorial on the 15th anniversary of 9/11 and it certainly didn’t need any embellishment from me.

Don’t lecture me about that terrible day, Mr. Neviaser. Where were you when the Pentagon was hit? My house in Arlington was less than three-quarters of a mile from the side of the Pentagon where the plane went in. I could see the fires burning for days from my kitchen window. My wife was at home and heard the plane fly over, the explosion and felt the concussion.

I had friends in the Pentagon. My daughter, living in New York City, and I could not get hold of each other for three days. Knowing how close I lived to the Pentagon, she was scared to death, and I was equally worried about her.

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