The President of the United States rounded out August the same way that dozens of freshmen boys at Barnyard did: by getting rejected.
Without it, so many animals we know and love today would be gone from the face of the Earth. But has anyone even thought that maybe God wanted them to go extinct?
When the news notification popped up on my phone, my response was a short “Jesus, not again,” and then I went back to my business. The nonchalance of my response should be incredibly alarming, just as alarming as the lack of news coverage of a shooting that left seven people dead and twenty-five injured.
The core grievance in question is directed toward the music at the 8pm Mass, which ought to be amended.
In the year zero, after the death of our dearly beloved Christ, Earth had a modest population of roughly 190 million people. At the turn of the first millennia, the population had only increased by 60 million to about 250 million.
During World War 2, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt ordered all Japanese Americans into internment camps in order to dissuade the fears of paranoid Americans that Japanese citizens would feel sympathetic towards the Japanese Empire and undermine U.S. war efforts. In 1944, the now infamous Korematsu v. U.S. decision was announced by the Supreme Court. It upheld the interment of Japanese citizens as security precaution, a sort of pseudo-variation of the “clear and present danger” test established in Schenck v. U.S. that helped to regulate free speech cases. The decision was appalling, and it is looked down upon as one of the most disgraceful acts committed by the U.S. Many have thought that the days of locking up people in crowded camps were down. They were wrong.
Goodbye, the paper. It has certainly been a ride with you. I joined your funky little cohort of writers my first semester.It was you or The Ram and I am so thankful I dragged one of my new friends to McGinley 2nd that crisp Tuesday evening.
When I came to my first meeting for the paper, I was a freshman and clearly clueless. I saw the paper at the winter club fair and assumed it was the school paper, or essentially The Ram. I didn’t know there was a difference between the two publications or even that there were two publications!
I remember one moment specifically that I looked at myself in my dorm bathroom at 3 am and asked myself “Is this really it?” Well, no, it wasn’t, but I wouldn’t really know that until my next year, when I met a plucky group of nerds who every two weeks put together a newspaper.
I wish I could say I decided to write for the paper for something important; a higher purpose, a call to defend free speech and democracy, memes… But no, I joined the paper because I thought a guy in class was nice and he wouldn’t shut up about it, so I assumed they must be nice, too.