Modern politics crushes souls
It has been said magic is knowing an object’s true descriptive name and then changing it to whatever form is desired. If that’s the case, modern magicians are masquerading under a new name: politicians and journalists.
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It has been said magic is knowing an object’s true descriptive name and then changing it to whatever form is desired. If that’s the case, modern magicians are masquerading under a new name: politicians and journalists.
It might seem a bit early for a Halloween-related column, and it probably is. But while in line at Starbucks a few days ago, I overheard a conversation from a fellow female student about her Halloween costume plans.
What would have happened if Derrick Nix hadn’t taken this summer seriously?
Last fall, Michigan voters approved Proposal 2, which lifted harsh and outdated restrictions on stem cell research and provided for strict ethical guidance. This was a major victory for the millions who could benefit from new treatments and cures to some of the worst chronic illnesses, as well as for the medical and related sciences research for communities in our state.
Throughout the years, I have heard every conceivable complaint against the police departments in the area.
No. A word repeated during a “Saturday Night Live” sketch that spoofed President Barack Obama’s failure to deliver on key campaign promises.
Some of the more appreciated lyrics of our generation are those of Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes. These lyrics include, “I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere, just get me past this dead and eternal snow, because I swear that I am dying, slowly but it’s happening.”
Are words weighing you down? Too many syllables got you sagging? OMG dude — you, like, totes have to try out abbreves. They’re sweeping the naysh!
If a government executes an innocent person, is it murder? It’s a question that has been troubling me for a few weeks, ever since I read about the tragic story of Cameron Todd Willingham.
After two years of college, I did not think I still would be hearing phrases such as, “That’s so gay,” or, “This is so retarded,” on campus. I almost feel like I am back in high school, where I heard these sayings all the time.
This just in: News is not objective. Don’t get me wrong; for the most part, news stories are objective in nature, but not the objective described by Merriam-Webster, as “expressing or dealing with facts or conditions as perceived without distortion by personal feelings, prejudices or interpretations.”
Last Friday, I traveled into Wells Hall to see Michael Moore’s new “documentary,” “Capitalism: A Love Story.”
With 11 freshmen who saw considerable ice time last year, one would think this year’s MSU hockey team would be experienced entering the season.
In the past week, I’ve had a strong inclination to dust off my old copy of Roman Polanski’s 1974 classic, “Chinatown.”
Last week, despite a buzzer shot by Chicago’s dream team — starting lineup: Michelle and Barack Obama and Oprah Winfrey — the Windy City lost its bid to host the 2016 Olympic and Paralympic Games to Rio de Janeiro.
After 162 games, the Detroit Tigers and Minnesota Twins need one more game to decide who will represent the American League Central Division in this year’s playoffs.
In the article “City Center II still could move forward” (SN 9/16), the mayor of East Lansing, Vic Loomis, is quoted as saying: “The integrity of our process had been challenged … and we withstood that challenge.”
I’ll get to my point quickly: College costs are out of control. Tuition, the cost of textbooks and room and board are on the rise and financial aid is falling.
With the onset of a widely popularized movie “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell,” and its ever-so-delicate quote, “Deaf girls can’t hear you coming,” I find it pertinent to discuss our culture’s density when it comes to sexual assault.
Here’s a fact I believe will be well-evidenced by the end of this column: Nobody loves talking about journalism more than journalists.