Opinion

It’s a scene straight out of Baghdad, Afghanistan, or Pakistan: The American flag, engulfed in flames, surrounded by angry protestors defaming the United States. For those who truly love this country, those images hurt a little.

Quite an interesting epidemic is sweeping our campus.

If you’re one of the millions who have viewed the third Google hit under the search term “Rick Santorum,” you’ve probably laughed, sighed, or clicked the “like” button linked to Facebook. But whether or not you like him, Rick Santorum is still a contender in the Republican Presidential Primary. 

In the meantime of searching for the name of that song from the latest Twilight movie or Facebook stalking that guy or gal you recognize from class but can’t quite put your finger on from where, you might have found that suddenly—oh no, what is this?

As the first week of classes comes to a close, I find I am still scrambling for classes.

The 2012 Presidential election is in full swing.

I learned today that octopuses have three hearts.

If the market jumps almost 500 points and the unemployment rate plunges to 8.6 percent, everything must be dandy, right?

This semester has been one to remember.

I paid for this seat, dammit!

One of my fondest memories from my childhood is sitting shotgun in my dad’s car, radio blasting one of our favorite adult-contempo radio stations.

One of my fondest memories from my childhood is sitting shotgun in my dad’s car, radio blasting one of our favorite adult-contempo radio stations.

With the holidays fast approaching as we push through the remaining few weeks, many things come to mind.

I’ve always been an animal-oriented person. Through the years I’ve had dogs, rabbits, gerbils, frogs, newts, rocks; you name it, I’ve either owned or begged my parents for one.

As we quickly approach the end of the semester (remember, after Thanksgiving it’s only a couple weeks before reading days), many people, myself included, have expressed excitement over being able to finally read for fun over winter break.

Among all the great ideas and brainblasts man has had, deciding to dig massive holes in the ground and bury our (mostly) non-biodegradable waste in them has definitely not been one of them.

So I am going to preface this article by saying I never have nor ever will “Tweet.” I find it generally intrusive and imposing to ram my thoughts down the throats of everyone on the Internet. However, despite the fact I have never been on Twitter, I find myself assaulted on a daily basis by hashtags.

Last week I wrote an article about the epidemics going around F&M. But as we all seemed to begin to heal this past week, another epidemic of the F&M student population occurred to me—one we’re all aware of that is getting worse and worse.

Americans want sincerity but live in a society that tells them anyone claiming to be sincere must be a liar.

Usually, it takes years to see real change in a movement. It starts with the few people who recognize a problem and decide to do something about it and evolves into the stuff of blog posts and fiery op-ed ammo.