All posts by Eric Robert Nolan

Eric Robert Nolan graduated from Mary Washington College in 1994 with a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. He spent several years a news reporter and editorial writer for the Culpeper Star Exponent in Culpeper, Virginia. His work has also appeared on the front pages of numerous newspapers in Virginia, including The Free Lance – Star and The Daily Progress. Eric entered the field of philanthropy in 1996, as a grant writer for nonprofit healthcare organizations. Eric’s poetry has been featured by Dead Beats Literary Blog, Dagda Publishing, The International War Veterans’ Poetry Archive, and elsewhere. His poetry will also be published by Illumen Magazine in its Spring 2014 issue.

WHATABOUT WHATABOUT WHATABOUT WHATABOUT

“What about Hillary?”
“What about Obama?”
“What about Black Lives Matter” [et cetera, et alia]?

If these people and organizations are truly the nefarious bogeymen that you claim them to be, then why should they set the standards for your own behavior?

Okay … let me put it in simpler terms:

If Hillary does something wrong, it’s okay for your guy to do it? I thought you were AGAINST Hillary. Did I misunderstand you?



The Bristol Herald Courier prints my latest letter to the editor.

The Bristol Herald Courier today printed my latest letter to the editor — this one is about the F.B.I. executing a search warrant at Donald Trump’s Florida home.  You can find it right here:

“A Reality Check”

Thanks once again to Managing Editor Roger Watson for allowing me to share my thoughts through this outstanding regional newspaper for Southwest Virginia.



Throwback Thursday: Glen Campbell’s “Rhinestone Cowboy” (1975)

Believe it or not, I can remember Glen Campbell’s “Rhinestone Cowboy” from its heyday — maybe not 1975, when it was released by Capitol Records, but definitely from the ensuing few years when it so often played on the radio.  (It got lots of airtime, as it was a hit with both mainstream and country audiences.)  This song will always remind me of my very early childhood.

It’s a catchy tune, really.  But it is a bit of an earworm.  Hum it at your won risk.