If Dick Cheney didn't earn the title "Darth" that New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd bestowed upon him when in office, he's certainly earned it throughout his personal life. His raspy, shallow voice that pines to whisper, "Luke, I am you father" is quick to criticize the current administration.
While I believe that Neal Wheeler has the kernel of a good idea in his letter to the editor, he becomes increasingly more ignorant as the piece goes on. His idea that the government can't be counted on to fix everyone's problems is very true. The government can't, in fact, fix everything. Perhaps the government has tried too hard in the past to fix all the problems in American society, but this doesn't extend to health care.
This past week revealed a disturbing trend at UF, something that the entire Student Body should be concerned about. Apparently it is becoming common practice around campus for students and bystanders to leave suspicious-looking backpacks lying around public areas and for the Gainesville Police Department bomb squad to respond accordingly.
Amid a thorny nest of substantive issues and thoughtful debate about human agency, America proved last week that our real gift to the world is a bountiful supply of vaguely Asian, dysfunctional families ready to claw their way onto television. Our nation owes you a great deal of gratitude, Heene and Gosselin clans, for too many seem to have forgotten that our country was built on a burning desire to have one's own reality television show.
Joseph Trimboli makes some good points in his letter to the editor, "People entitled to health care," until he says anyone who opposes the public option is either being paid off by the insurance companies or enjoys killing their fellow Americans.
Four years ago this week, my mom sent me a Halloween care package. It included Halloween decorations, a haunted house soundtrack for our dorm party and a tin of cookies.
Maine voters will go to the polls on Nov. 3 to vote on Maine's Question 1, a referendum that, if passed, will reject a state law that legalized gay marriage earlier this year. And through this prism, the refusal of Keith Bardwell, a Louisiana Justice of the Peace in Tangipahoa Parish, to sign an interracial couple's marriage license earlier this month becomes a lot more interesting, and not in a good way.
This is in reply to Matthew Christ's column, "Political gain halts health care reform."
You probably heard about the "balloon boy" and his family. You know, the 6-year-old who was thought to be soaring over Denver last week in a giant helium balloon invented by his father. It turned out he never was in the balloon. In fact, he was safe at home the entire time.
Future scholars will look back on the Great Healthcare Debate of 2009 and scratch their heads out of curiosity and confusion.
I'm going to go ahead and go on the record right now. I want everyone to know that I absolutely and wholly intend on permanently ridding the world of poverty, genocide, war and any other possible negative affliction.
Definitions of peace largely assume that it must revolve around an end to conflict or hostilities. The kind of peace the Nobel Prize Committee rewards has always stood out as a more organic whole than simply the humanitarian vibes that immediately follow human conflict--freakin' Ghandi never even won a Nobel Peace Prize despite five nominations.
It takes a TV show to make me appreciate being a woman in the 21st century.
I have great reservation writing this response to Paul Murty's Tuesday column because I'm afraid it will give his ignorance an air of legitimacy. The letter was the most fallacious, logically incoherent and misleading piece the Alligator has published in months.
As I walked through Turlington Plaza to drop off a midterm Friday afternoon, I noticed a few posters with Ernesto "Che" Guevara's infamous picture on them. Progressing through Turlington, I saw protesters holding signs condemning Che Guevara, calling him a terrorist instead of a hero.
I am responding to Tommy Maple's column, "Philly no friend of man's best friend," in Thursday's Alligator. I am an out-of-state freshman from Philadelphia. Actually I am from South Philly, so although I should have "at least two emotional and psychological disabilities," I sincerely hope you take what I am about to say into consideration.
PostSecret, the popular community art project created by Frank Warren, is the opposite of advertising. And that's a damn good thing.
Fred Armisen offered the most precise answer this Saturday as to why President Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in a surprise Oslo announcement on Friday: "Because I'm not George Bush."
In the wake of President Barack Obama surprising the planet by winning the Nobel Peace Prize on Friday, I would like to throw his name into the conversation for another prestigious award: the Heisman.
As you read this, I am hard at work imbibing the contents of my giant, green Bubba Keg on a bus to Baton Rogue.
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