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I diverge from my normal column-writing trends to supply my faithful readers with the latest and greatest news from the world of archaeology. On a recent trip to Greece, I happened upon a lost chapter of the Odyssey, in which our hero Ulysses lands on the Island of Academia. It is transcribed here verbatim:
Saturday night, about 9 or 10 p.m., I stood next to my father in Bender Arena, listening to a now fossilized icon of a culture and social climate that we can now only understand with archeological accuracy. "Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?" As Bob Dylan wrestled these tired words from his aging throat, I remember thinking, "My thoughts exactly." To the surprise of no one, Dylan did little talking Saturday night. He avoided songs like "Masters of War," "With God on Our Side," and other indictments of irresponsible governance. Sure, we heard that "The Times, They are a-Changin," but in the words of Dar Williams, "I guess they a-changed back."
One hurts those whom one wants to feel one's power, for pain is a much more efficient means to that end than pleasure; pain always raises the question about its origin, while pleasure is inclined to stop with itself without looking back ...we want to show them how advantageous it is to be in our power; that they will become more satisfied with their condition and more hostile to and willing to fight against the enemies of our power." -Friedrich Nietzsche, "The Gay Science."
As an average American, it is my understanding that those who partake in the viewing of major sporting events, football to be exact, do not appreciate sexual content or impulsive displays of passion. In fact, this annual gathering of citizens around a bowl of chips, a cooler or two of beer, and a smorgasbord of fatty foods is world-renowned for its intellectual and moral integrity.
I remember a day, not too long ago, when The Eagle editorial page was a constant supply of humorous statements, outlandish claims, or free lining for my contraband hamster cage. This was mostly due to the fact that many of the contributors to the campus debate were either devoid of reason, or so far flung to a particular opinion that necessary and valuable discourse was completely outlawed. Imagine my surprise when I read last week's column by my conservative counterpart, Michael Inganamort, demonstrating clear thought, agenda-free ideals, and well-supported arguments.
Kevin Sheneberger, the new columnist for Lean Left, also contributes a comic to this issue of The Eagle
I remember the summer of 1996. Being home schooled, I had the privilege of a fairly free school schedule, and with that came a rather interactive Civics course. I attended a Bob Dole-Jack Kemp rally in California, just minutes from my home. A relative newcomer to the political scene, I grabbed every piece of literature I could get my hands on, from Bob Dole posters to interest group fliers.
Please, call me a Heatherophobe. People who devalue and ostracize large groups of human beings based only on the sexual orientation of those humans scare me ("The Trouble with Adam and Steve" 10/16). What really gets me is when these people use conflicted logic, false conclusions, and claims of spiritual authority to support their ill-willed ignorance. It is one thing to personally condone hate speech and socially ignorant ideas, but when you bring G-d into it, you begin defiling the very integrity you base your "logic" on. I am a Christian; however, I am not a homophobe. That's because when I read my Bible, I happen upon verses like "There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment"(1 John 4:18). I'm sure that this concept must seem completely foreign to these "Blanders," but it is an obligation of the Christian faith to love those who you may disagree with and in fact, the presence of fear is evidence of a lack of one's faith in G-d (Romans 12:9, 1 Cor 5:9, Hebrews 13). That being said, I should probably clarify my opening statement. I do not fear Heather Blandford, nor do I feel she is not loved by G-d. What I fear is the machinery of ignorance at work behind her suppositions.