Yet another mass shooting in the U.S. has left seven dead and the country deeply disturbed by the alleged killer’s motives.
The latest bout of collegiate outrage that has captured the nation’s attention surprisingly does not come from an offensive themed fraternity party, or an undergraduate bellowing “Don’t tase me, bro” during a political speech. No, the country is taking notice that institutions of higher education are sacrificing free speech and free expression on the grounds of political correctness.
On Friday night, a gunman killed seven people, including himself, when he opened fire on a small community near University of California, Santa Barbara. The gunman, believed to be 22-year-old Elliot Rodger, had posted a seven-minute video to YouTube the night before, detailing his plans and motives.
When you hear the words “settler colonialism,” you might think of it as something that went away in the 20th century, but look no further than the often touted “only democracy in the Middle East:” The state of Israel that was established 66 years ago. While this is often described as a moment of liberation for the Jewish people after facing a thousand years of European anti-Semitism, which we saw the worst of in the Shoah (Holocaust), for Palestinians 1948 represents a traumatic event that they describe as al-Nakba, or “catastrophe” in Arabic.
Sen. Rand Paul of Kentucky wants to stir up dialogue — a word that has been forgotten in our hyper-partisan, deadlocked political climate.
In recent years, an eruption of mass shootings at schools, malls, movie theaters and other places of business have plagued our great country. These senseless attacks instilled a certain level of fear among the American people, who have every reason to be on heightened alert when in public places. That’s why it is so disturbing that a pro-gun group at Chipotle Mexican Grill locations in Texas decided that the best side dish for a delicious burrito is an AR-15 assault rifle.
Yesterday, the Chicago Tribune published a compelling editorial defending Common Core, a set of proposed educational standards for U.S. students that was met first with overwhelming support and then with vitriol.
College introduced me to some great things: keg parties, Midnight Cookies and a lack of dress code I had previously never enjoyed.
Gone are the days of NBC’s hit political drama “The West Wing,” and President Josiah Bartlet’s fictional administration is but a distant memory. Although Bartlet was a democratic commander in chief, viewers of all political persuasions gravitated toward the fair-minded and principled president. America finally had its utopian chief executive, albeit one from a scripted primetime drama.
Summer A is upon us once again, and it’s a welcome relief. Campus is quiet — at least, until hordes of freshly minted UF first-years arrive for Preview — and we’re free to enjoy the last weeks of less-hellish weather before the brutal north Florida summer humidity sets in.
After spending years attacking President Barack Obama and the Democrats for the Affordable Care Act, Republicans watched in horror as 8 million Americans signed up for health insurance coverage through the exchanges set up by the law. The Republicans’ chief line of attack for the election came undone at the news that the number of uninsured Americans plummeted.
Most of us will never have a great career.
The “L” word. It’s that four-letter word that some people hardly use, some people always use, and some people cringe when they hear it spoken out loud.
In a perfect world, more businesses would be operated in a worker-owner co-op fashion.
It’s freshman year, and I’m walking along University Avenue, worrying that I’m too sweaty to go into the Alligator’s open house. My resume is in a purple folder stuffed with clips from my high school newspaper. I don’t know what AP Style is.
There have been plenty of times in the past four years I’ve woken up confused.
Freshman-year me thought it was so cool that UF had a student-run newspaper.
I’ll probably never forget the Fourth of July last year: I was stuck on a pontoon boat under a bridge in a lightning storm.
You know those relatives who have too much to drink at family gatherings and end up making jokes that aren’t actually funny and end up offending people? Well, think of CNN journalist Jeanne Moos as your drunken aunt giving a toast at your wedding — except she is completely sober, unrelated to you and addressing a national audience rather than a couple hundred friends and family. And instead of hurting the feelings of you, your spouse and a few others, she mocks an entire culture that is 800 years old.
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