My Old-English "D," dark-blue baseball cap drooped over my eyes and forehead - mainly because I was only knee-high to a grasshopper - as I walked from the parking lot toward the monstrosity that was Tiger Stadium. My parents gave the ushers my ticket and I waddled up the sterile, gray ramps past the yummy smells coming from the pizza stands.
And I thought reality TV couldn't go any further. People are being married by the audience, kicked off islands, rushing fraternities and sororities and now this. Live war. Late Saturday night, CNN and many other news networks around the world aired a battle near Umm Qasr in Iraq, live for our viewing pleasure. Sure, I'll admit I was frozen to the TV watching the events unfold, which is the goal of any TV network. And sure, it was a great show of journalism, especially after the tragic events that some journalists have already encountered in the war. But come on, you can't just go broadcasting live battle scenes.
Amidst the fighting in Iraq, prayers for our brave troops and the protesting in the streets, another less publicized controversy emerged last week when graduate student Carolyn O'Laughlin resigned as the Mason Hall assistant hall director after fighting against a policy that prohibits same-sex domestic partners from living together in university housing.
Make no mistake, I love smoking. Love. I love it. I've been kissing a Camel every night before I go to bed and every morning when I wake up for, well, a long time now.
They wanted war and now they don't want to face its horror. America's warmongers make me sick to my stomach.
As it turns out, I was wrong in my original assessment of President Bush. Initially, I thought him to be a spoiled rich kid with surprisingly limited intellectual capacity and a penchant for malapropisms, whose achievements in life can be traced predominantly to lucky parentage.
I am not a fan of abortion. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, abortion stops 500,000 lives from coming into existence every year.
This is an open letter to all you pro-war and anti-protester imbeciles out there. You wanted your war, and now you have it.
When some people enter college, a mysterious force sometimes begins to take over the personalities of the innocent, warping their senses and leaving students victim to the power of self-discovery.
Reducing our dependence on foreign oil is a process that will require sacrifices. It means we will need to concentrate on other available sources of domestic energy. This is part of the reasoning used by the MSU environmental student group Eco in its proposal to implement a $5 tax on undergraduate students to be used for the purchase of cleanly produced wind, solar and biomass energies for the university. Maybe you agree with this proposal and maybe you don't.
By the time you read this, our nation will be at war. With this in mind, I've been sitting in front of my computer stymied for some time.
They're baaaaaaaaack.Within 24 hours, the newest episode of South Park will air, marking the beginning of 7 weeks of fresh harassment, offensive jokes and parody.And although last season's episodes were kick-ass, I have a feeling we ain't seen nothin' yet.A few recent happenings in the world of Comedy Central and South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone lead me to believe this season will be unforgettable.• Kenny is back.
Nestled in between advertisements for fast food and Nike shoes lies an all new form of propaganda. No longer must the U.S.
Somewhere in the middle of Missouri, Pvt. Andrew P. Johnson (Andy to me) spends his days learning how to prevent and respond to biological attacks. My 18-year-old friend from high school is training to be a chemical soldier - the first line of defense in the event of chemical warfare. He graduates from his training in May and was supposed to come home for a while before heading off to his first duty station. But all of that has changed now. My cell phone rang Sunday afternoon with an unfamiliar number on the screen and a strange voice on the other end. "Who is this?" I asked. "Andy." "ANDY!" I shouted. A co-worker agreed to fill in while I stepped away from my desk to talk to the voice I hadn't heard since Jan.
Dublin, Ireland -Patriotism was all around me Monday as people sported the three colors of the country they love most - orange, white and green. I must admit I was ecstatic to learn that the dates of my Ireland study abroad program coincided with the celebration of the famous Irish holiday, St.
I began to think of the many things that one could offer opinions on this week. I thought of trying to focus on the war with Iraq, the economy that is affecting MSU or the upsurge in vicious rhetoric that has seen racist comments on doors, ministers calling Mohammed a monster and innocent people being killed because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Robert Mugabe of Zimbabwe isn't that much different from other dictators. He uses violence against members of his political opposition and those who try to run an independent media.
Hold on to your Bibles (or whatever you hold sacred), folks. You didn't think I'd leave you in this hysterical despair forever, did you? I've returned to preach a Brian Wilson gospel of good vibrations.
After a few years of diligently reading newspaper editorial pages, I have discovered one universal truth: In every newspaper, no matter how liberal or conservative the editorial board, someone will regularly write a letter to the editor decrying a "liberal bias" in the media.
I've come to the conclusion that life would be a lot easier if things were in fact just like Hollywood fantasies portrayed them to be. We certainly would never need to devote much thought or energy into deciphering who is good and evil in the world - the good guys would all wear white cowboy hats and the bad guys would sport black ones.