The Wayne Stater

A nation of madness

Jacob Stewart, Columnist

January 16, 2019

These are the times that try men’s souls.” It’s quite a line, and it was fitting when Thomas Paine wrote it in his pamphlet series, American Crisis, back in the winter of 1776. The colonies were fighting a losing war...

Is there hope for the Republic?

Jacob Stewart, Column Writer

January 9, 2019

We’ve survived another year, readers. Yet for those of us who were watching, for those who listened, 2018 dealt one blow after another, crippling whatever sanity we might have left. Under Trump, America has been driven into...

24 hour mean streak

Jacob Stewart, Staff Writer

October 31, 2018

It’s Halloween, readers, and that’s about as much attention as I want to give this holiday. For kids it is a fine occasion to celebrate, and it was always one I enjoyed in my youth, but those days are long gone for me, and...

The art of madness

Jacob Stewart, Staff Writer

October 24, 2018

The weather has turned into something pleasant, and I’m not sure how to feel about it, readers. While I can’t help but enjoy the fact that we’ve had several days of sunshine, the warmth allowing us to forget about the rains...

Laughing in the face of madness

Jacob Stewart, Staff Writer

September 26, 2018

The last thing you want is to be coming off a bender in the middle of the week, but that’s where I’ve been at, readers. Cement in the skull and a stomach with waves more tumultuous than the hurricane twisted waters of the...

Kick in the Teeth

Jacob Stewart, Staff Writer

September 12, 2018

Things are looking bleak, readers. The Carolinas and Virginia are about to be body slammed by Hurricane Florence, our political system still remains lost in the chaos of the Trump Administration as we wait for Robert Muller to...

Rage against the dying of the light

Jacob Stewart, Columnist

April 11, 2018

I’ve got a six pack of Dos Equis in the fridge, and believe me, readers, with the state of mind I’m in, I’ve got the urge to crack them all open here and now. Double-fisting beverages is a minor league sport compared to...

The Children’s Crusade

Jacob Stewart, Columnist

March 28, 2018

It’s a dreary Sunday. Cold with heavy cloud cover. I’ve got half a bottle of Jack in the kitchen, and I’m two steps from downing the wicked thing just to get the day over with. That’s where I’m at, readers, but for once,...

From paradise to bedlam II

Jacob Stewart, Columnist

March 14, 2018

Spring is fast approaching, readers, and sure, we’ll be out of the frigid physical winter, but the metaphoric is still with us. Yes, here I am, pure cynicism even with the sun shining bright in a gentle blue sky. That’s who...

A conversation with Paddy

Jacob Stewart, Columnist

February 28, 2018

You know you’re in a bad state of mind when you’re having conversations with a bottle of Irish whiskey. Staring into the glass, waiting for it to give you all the answers. That’s where I’m at, readers. I’ve got Thr...

Strung out, verging on burnout

Jacob Stewart, Columnist

February 14, 2018

Rum Brain Moe has made it clear that he’s no longer working as my psychiatrist. He believes that I’m too far gone. A junkie lost to the maddening drug that is political writing. The man is right, readers. It seems impossible...

A study in humanity

Jacob Stewart, Columnist

January 31, 2018

Cold winds are returning, readers, and all I can say is that it has driven me to yet another state of madness. We’ll enjoy days of sunshine and warmth not meant for January, only to be slapped down by another round of snow and...