A few weeks ago, I wrote an article about LUCC’s pending decision on the recognition of a pro-life group on campus. In so doing, I argued for why such a group would be a boon to campus, and why I believe abortion is anti-human and anti-progress. Since then, I’ve received responses both public and private — thank you to all who have done so — and it seems useful to the campus discourse to elaborate further on why I think the way I do about such an ethically and emotionally difficult subject.
It’s easy to find things to critique about the two-party system in these United States. From “being out of touch with the electorate” to “enriching themselves with a false dichotomy,” there are all sorts of ways one can credibly squint angrily at the political...
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The Progressive Left adores Harry Potter, analogizing nigh endlessly from the books and it is easy to see why. Open-carrying deadly weapons, a select subset of children attend a highly traditional and successful private school with barely a speck of government oversight. These lucky few inhabit an exceptional realm cut off from the rest of the world by a physical wall, lest those from the outside wish to share in the benefits of a magical society.
There are few substances on Earth more maligned than decaffeinated coffee, and I cannot understand why. Decaf is hot, it is brown and it tastes like milquetoast regular coffee. None of these three characteristics seem worthy of remark, let alone opprobrium, from the masses. But search the wide world of memes — grant you mostly of the Boomer variety — and one would think that decaf was personally responsible for: the dissolution of Vine, the live-action depiction of "Eragon" and the invasions of Poland over the last 800 years.
While some Calvinists might look at ‘goodness’ and quibble about ‘original sin’ and the ‘inherent flaws of man,’ I think I speak for most people when I say babies are good chunkers. With their doughy faces, massive craniums that wobble and cause the body to go tumbling as gravity takes hold, and their open-mindedness regarding what can be consumed off the floor, babies...
Customers wait while bartenders prepare drinks at the Viking Room’s newly reopened bar. Photo by Pei Robins. Shuttered since the...
The recent push on campus to make the minimum wage $15 is well-intentioned but misguided. It may not shock the good readers of The Lawrentian that I would be of this opinion, seeing as I’m purportedly a conservative shill for capitalism. This is undeniably true — the “I Heart the Koch Brothers” t-shirt in my dresser proves it — but I’m here to win hearts and minds for my corporate overlords, not rain on good-hearted folks’ parade. Thus, I’ll refrain from wailing,
Commuters are rarely provided wondrous vistas during their daily drives, and this day was no exception. At the red-light on the corner of Wisconsin and Bluemound roads, adjacent to the Fleet Farm but just short of making out the Kwik Trip gas station, a traveler has little recourse but to observe the vehicles surrounding them to pass the time. After all, a red light stays red longer if you watch it, or so grandmothers are apt to say.
The perfect reading nook exists, I am sure of it. I am sure of it because I have experienced this nirvana personally, and, let me tell you, it feels as if one is supping from the very cup used during the Last Supper — provided you choose the correct chalice, of course. While many have explored this path before, searching for superiority in literary comfort, and found naught but personal ruin and destruction, the recipe for peak hard- or soft-cover consumption is quite simple. One only needs a plush wingback chair, a warm fire, a crossing of one’s legs just so and a purring cat upon the lap or a snoozing dog upon the feet.