Affirmative action discriminates, not Proposal 2; move on already
There's nothing like a warm helping of American hypocrisy with your coffee when you wake up in the morning.
There's nothing like a warm helping of American hypocrisy with your coffee when you wake up in the morning.
Anyone who followed MSU football during the 2006 season knows the team can be a bit bipolar at times.
I've never felt more like a number, a statistic, an object, than I do now. At random parties, I've felt the stares that conversely make me feel like an object, just another young piece of ass shaking her stuff for men. Every day of college, I feel like a number, most importantly represented by a randomly assigned personal identification code that makes me unique in the eyes of MSU. I get the picture; I'm a number. But on Nov.
Last week, people voted in record numbers to show their discontent with the Republican Party. In what President Bush called "a thumping," the Democrats took control of not only the House, but also the Senate. Critics argued most people didn't vote for the Democrats because they agreed with them, but simply because they disagreed with the Republicans and the war in Iraq.
Imagine a group of people who promote white supremacy, anti-Semitism, racism, anti-Catholicism, homophobia and nativism. A group that outwardly hates blacks, Hispanics, Latinos, Arabs, immigrants and homosexuals.
"She can really hold her liquor," Republican Sen. John McCain said of Democratic Sen. Hillary Clinton. The quote is found deep in a 14-page article of November's The Atlantic magazine.
When Drew Stanton and the rest of the fifth-year seniors came to MSU in 2002, I don't think any of them expected college careers quite like they've had.
It seems everyone well, non-Republicans, at any rate from the media on down are thrilled about the outcome of the 2006 midterm elections. I should be, too.
There were plenty of reasons to be depressed about MSU football on Saturday the defense that whiffed on tackles, the running game that spun its wheels in the mud and the stadium that was embarrassingly empty. But there was one sign of hope. Brian Hoyer's line may not have been pretty.
It's the same routine every morning. I wake up to the melody playing on my cell phone, roll over, hit the snooze button and complain about getting up at the ungodly hour of 7:30 a.m.
At what point does human life begin? The question is consistently debated around the world. The answer, however, is fluid and has changed throughout history.
Tuesday has to be the most forgettable day of the week. At least Monday inspires dread, and Wednesday gets you over the hump.
Whenever I turn on the news about the upcoming elections, I often hear no matter if it's CBS, NBC, ABC, CNN, whatever that it's possible the Democrats will come out on top this year because of people's dissatisfaction with the Republicans' war performance.
Imagine a child getting ready for her first day of kindergarten. A huge backpack strapped onto her tiny arms.
Some say God is a crutch. But I say it works both ways. Is atheism an emotional crutch? Something people conjure up to escape the frightening reality of God's existence? The question of purpose is a human query, one I was surprised to see John Bice deny in his column, "Religious beliefs don't justify outlawing stem cell research" (SN 10/24). The argument Bice presented asserted that Christianity holds a slew of moral ideals based on a faith conjured up by humans so they feel better about the afterlife. Bice wrote, "The foundational basis for religious faith isn't evidence or rational thinking; instead, it stems from fear of death, an emotional craving for an optimistic future and a desire for 'meaning.'" I read it and was puzzled.
After MSU's loss to Indiana on Saturday, head coach John L. Smith addressed the media and offered this as one of the explanations for his team's 46-21 loss: "I said all along, turnovers are going to probably decide this game because you got two teams that are probably fairly equal," he said. Pretty unassuming, right?
On special occasions, you can log onto www.google.com and find the Web site's banner with an array of festive decorations, depending on the holiday or commemorative date. Instead, Google's webmasters should rethink this scheme and portray their Web site in a more accurate light the two Os should be eyes. Google has become the Big Brother of the world and you don't hear me complaining.
When do you pull the plug? When lesser opponents are dominating? When players are showing up on the police blotter?
There's nothing quite like being an American. The satisfaction alone that comes with watching football on Monday night or our favorite team in the World Series is only enhanced by being members of the first modern and longest-running democracy.
My love affair with the handsome, intelligent Barack Obama began in 2004, while living in Chicago, when he won an Illinois Senate seat with 70 percent of the vote, no less.