Being a bad choice for preside, unfortunately, does not necessarily mean he couldn’t win; the fact that he doesn’t seem to recognize that his thoughts on foreign and domestic policy epitomize all our worst fears about U.S. politics and government does His common-sense demagoguery might draw him attention and get him ahead in the polls, but it doesn’t—can’t—win elections.
1. Nobody knows what “pansexual” means. There is almost no research on bisexuality, and absolutely no research on pansexuality, so any discussion of the latter…
Despite the apology, I’m sure that Chelsea Fagan was saying something on a number of non-feminist minds. I know it’s not my job to do this: sometimes it feels like feminists write and rewrite this article, so I made a chart.
Why can’t parents channel the collective anger and outrage they can generate over their children having to accommodate children with severe allergies toward something more worthwhile, like the removal of tracking from schools? We all obviously care about the well-being of their children, however, we are stuck competing with each other.
Senator McCarthy during the McCarthy-Army hearings. The exact moment of his doom. Following January’s Arizona shooting , a call for civility in political discourse rang…
Laurie Penny’s “A Shark in a Tank is No Use to us, Thanks” points to the problems of authenticity as purity in counter culture. While…
It makes for a sexy headline: “Governor, elected with corporate money, threatens unions’ ability to donate to democratic rivals… in the name of fiscal responsibility.”
As an aspiring educator, I’m supposed to help students get to a cognitive level that allows them to grasp abstractions. Ironically, since we cannot see an immediate product, we will continue to kill our educational system by inches.
My Beck-binges wouldn’t matter if I didn’t always believe him. Unfortunately, I find myself shaking in my combat boots at least once per broadcast. Perhaps I can blame my fondness for conspiracy nuts and willingness to consider their arguments, but I blame Beck’s utter sincerity. Who can doubt his commitment to America when he starts tearing up and shouting? It takes more cynicism than I can muster.
A brief break from a more brutal spell this season, but from the window the scene does not seem atypical: The streets are white with salt, an old and frozen snow coats the grass and rooftops, and the sidewalks seem as lifeless as ever. I suppose I look apprehensive from the cold from habit. Some twelve degrees Fahrenheit; “So much for global warming” is the topic of conversation at the local Border’s Bookstore cafeteria. A corpulent and balding gentleman resting his coffee on a closed accounting textbook and his wiry counterpart lead the discussion among a diverse group, regulars, it seems, of all ages, or else a study-group affiliated with the local community college. “Better stop breathing or all that carbon dioxide will destroy the planet” et cetera.