It’s hard to complain about Facebook when you’re a Facebook user. Eventually, you’re going to complain about something that you do and you’re going to look like a complete hypocrite. But I don’t care. People need to know when they are acting like complete idiots on Facebook.
“Sunny day, everything’s A-OK…”
Who among us can hear these optimistic words without being transported back to a simpler time? A time of learning the alphabet, counting along to catchy tune, loving milk and cookie, and the monsters that devour them? For 40 years, the average childhood has been tinted with the rosy hues of “Sesame Street.”
Anticipation is building for former Alaskan Governor Sarah Palin’s memoir, “Going Rogue: An American Life.” For the constantly shrinking minority that actually believes she is a viable candidate for president in 2012, Palin’s choice of title for her memoir may seem unsettling.
On Nov. 18 and 19, the UC Regents will ask UC students to pay $585 more to bailout the University of California. With the state giving the UC $637.1 million less, the UC Regents are asking the students to bear the burden of the state’s responsibility to fund higher education.
Have you ever thought about being the leader in a group? If you said yes, then you’re probably not Joe Lieberman. No, good old Joe is more like the guy in the group who says, “let’s put politics beside us and do what the other group is doing.” The only problem is that the other group is just playing Tetris on a calculator.
If you’re a progressive activist, last Tuesday’s election results were, to put it mildly, crushing. Of the four big races receiving major national attention, three of them were clean victories for conservatives: Virginia’s gubernatorial election, New Jersey’s gubernatorial election, and Maine’s Question 1, a measure to overturn Maine’s newly passed same-sex marriage law. While progressives and Democrats could downplay the results in Virginia and New Jersey (Creigh Deeds was a very flawed candidate and Jon Corzine has suffered from numerous ethical and economic issues), the results in Maine could not be ignored.
Football is one of America’s great pastimes. Back in the day, if you were the quarterback of any team — high school, college, or professional — you would have it made. Recently, however, questions have risen about a football player’s future: just how set off are football players?
Over 60 years have passed since the United States dropped two atomic bombs on the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, killing approximately 140,000 and 70,000 people, respectively, by the end of the year. By dropping these bombs, President Truman accomplished his goal: by Aug. 14, Japan was willing to unconditionally surrender, sparing at least tens of thousands of American lives by eliminating the need for an invasion. He was well aware of the devastation he ordered, and the massive cost in terms of civilian life. Today, the dominant thought is that dropping the bombs was the quickest way to end the war and saved our soldiers from a long and costly invasion. Rarely discussed are the immense moral consequences of committing such an inhumane act.
Late October brought a few of your friendly neighborhood white supremacists to Riverside. The National Socialist Movement and Neo-Nazis in general are apparently on the rise — with protest member numbers in California climbing to twenty!
I felt 6 inches tall before I could stand 5 feet 2 inches. I used to think I was a coward more than I ever thought of myself as a victim. In my mind, being a victim meant I couldn’t handle my problems. I didn’t want to accept that I wasn’t capable of fixing them. I wanted to be tough. I wanted to be solid.
In a state that has been divided over a heated debate of gay marriage, an 18-year-old boy has changed the face of both sides. Openly gay since freshman year, Sergio Garcia of Fairfax High School in Southern California won the title of prom queen. What some might classify as trying to draw attention or attempt to blur gender lines, Sergio felt an empowering chance.
Hyde Park, London, is alive tonight. The stars are out and a breeze rustles through the trees. Couples sit on benches holding hands, friends stroll around in groups chatting about the latest gossip, strangers meet underneath gas lamps to flirt, and a fox and a young Victorian woman clad in black lipstick play a friendly game of chess. Wait — a furry fox and a 19th century woman playing chess?
