I have often heard it said that communism sounds good in theory or principle but does not succeed in reality. Stalin and Cuba serve as examples. Hayek and von Mises are quoted. On the historical examples, they are no doubt correct.
At 6 a.m. Thursday, a 68-year-old man was loading copies of the Alligator for delivery into the back of his vehicle. As he bent into the trunk, a young male approached on foot and pointed a gun at him, threatening his life in exchange for a wallet.
Currently, our country is in the middle of an intense debate on the nature of entitlement programs for present and future generations. This summer, I had the opportunity to travel to South Africa to see how their social programs and regulations function.
As I enter my sophomore year, I already find myself swamped with homework.
My nephew sleeps in what we yoga doers call the "corpse" pose. He is on his back, legs straight out and hands folded to the center of his chest. As a kid, he slept in all kinds of weird positions. But during a recent visit with him in Miami, I noticed that he has drastically changed his sleeping habits.
Welcome to Gainesville, home of the University of Florida and Santa Fe College at the heart of The Gator Nation.
Do you remember just a couple of months or years ago when you were preparing for this new, magical period of your wonderful life?
"Mike, join me in a pint of Guinness."
A few days ago, I went to a McDonald's. My girlfriend and I ordered two sandwiches. The women at the window seemed, shall we say, less than thrilled to be working there.
The news these past couple of days has been an embarrassment to American politics.
What a busy week!
If you live in the United States, then you've become accustomed to the logic-be-damned attempts to malign politicians and public policy through the use of fear and hate.
Casey Anthony is out and ready to party. Innocent or guilty, she had quite a favorable outcome and is free to do whatever she damn well pleases.
I've been back from Vietnam for seven years. I spent the first three in a drunken New Orleans haze. The next four, I drove for Hoffa's Teamsters.
For those who are living in a cave and are unaware, the final Harry Potter film debuts in U.S. theaters Friday.
On Monday, we recognized a day of legendary bravery in an onerous battle for life, liberty and happiness. We put aside our political persuasions and forgot our delusions of enmity. For a brief moment, we all had long hair, figuratively sang "Imagine" by John Lennon and did indeed "live as one."
My Thai friend Sith starts a lot of sentences with "Maybe America have, maybe America no have."
I love America, and so should you.
It's 6 p.m., and I'm on my way to the gym on a typical weeknight (I had tanned and done laundry earlier). I know there is nothing too peculiar about this, but there is one minor detail I should mention: My car had been on its reserve gasoline for a bit. By "a bit," I mean two days. Forgive me, but I hadn't time to stop for gas. Such is the life of a college student. And - I swear to you - the fuel gauge wasn't that low.
We pretended nothing happened. Five of us shared whiskey and a joint and just stared at the fire.
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