OPINION: ‘This is the way the world ends’: Donald Trump’s victory, predictably, spells disaster
It happened. Again.
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Homecoming weekend at IU is a hallowed tradition, a prodigious event where students and alumni alike celebrate everything that makes our school what it is. It can be easy, then, to spend the weekend on campus, whether at Memorial Stadium or along the parade route or at any one of the several alumni events. But part of the marvel of the weekend is Bloomington itself: just as Old IU leaves an indelible mark, so too does B-Town.
For the past couple of election cycles, presidential debates have been “must-see TV.” Tuning in to watch Donald Trump and Joe Biden argue back and forth was a spectacle, a national event that demonstrated the sort of surrealist, absurd haze politics has been engulfed in since at least 2015. If this wasn’t especially the case in 2020, it was at the last debate between the two earlier this year, when Biden performed so badly and gaffed so hard he was pressured to drop out of the election.
In total, the Dunn Meadow encampment lasted 99 days. Or 100, if you’re being generous. Perhaps to prevent the scenes we saw in April, when 57 students were arrested, or perhaps because the number of students still here during the summer is so low, protesters didn’t intervene when the IU Police Department and facilities operations workers removed the tents for the final time. Now, a fence surrounds the meadow indefinitely as the university completes “extensive repairs,” and the future of the campus pro-Palestinian student movement remains uncertain.
In his book “Hell’s Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga,” journalist Hunter S. Thompson noted that “In a nation of frightened dullards there is a shortage of outlaws, and those few who make the grade are always welcome.” This quote epitomizes the fascination with biker culture: motorcycle gangs, like all gangs, are an adverse response to the failings of the American Dream and with this in mind they strive to represent “true freedom,” whatever that may be. They’re a respite from the traditionally established rules we’ve put in place to call ourselves a “society.” Outlaw bikers, like those in the Hells Angels, live without concern — they simply don’t give a damn.
At 6:10 p.m. July 13, former President Donald Trump was shot at a rally in Butler, Pennsylvania, and that is a particular series of words I never thought I’d type and publish. The assassination attempt was unsuccessful, yes — the candidate made it out with only a minor wound on his right ear, a fate not shared with attendee Corey Comperatore, who died — but it’s impossible to overstate exactly how close we came to watching Trump drop dead. The video says it all: had Trump not moved his head slightly to the right only a second before the first POP, he almost certainly would not have lived.
About halfway through “I Saw the TV Glow,” the setting in a scene changes from a grocery store parking lot to a gay bar. Director Jane Schoenbrun introduces this new location by inserting a diegetic performance by Phoebe Bridgers and Sloppy Jane. But, for the audience viewing the film, this segment essentially functions as a music video, and it seems to be a jarring, unconventional choice for any film to make as it deliberately breaks the story’s flow.
I’m not interested in laboriously dissecting the presidential debate Thursday in any meaningful way. Talking heads and columnists from across the political spectrum have already been doing that, and presumably, if you’re reading this, you’re well aware of all the major points. President Joe Biden looked like he was going to cough a bit too hard and keel over at any moment. Former President Donald Trump reveled in his opponent’s ineptitude and grew increasingly unhinged as the night wore on. In between those two observations existed a blabber of indecipherable policy stances that hardly bear repeating.
In the White House Rose Garden on May 20, President Joe Biden, speaking in recognition of Jewish Heritage Month, reiterated his staunch support for Israel. He condemned the International Criminal Court prosecutor’s assertion that Israeli leaders, including Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, were guilty of war crimes.
The state troopers came in with guns, batons, pepper spray, shields and a warrant. They raided the encampment, forced pro-Palestinian protesters to their knees, zip tied their hands — in some instances, their feet — and loaded them onto the cream and crimson Indiana University buses.
On March 13, as many of us on IU’s campus were distracted celebrating spring break miles away in Florida and still in the midst of recovering from Daylight Saving Time at that, Indiana Gov. Eric Holcomb signed 75 bills into law.
Walking through IU’s Old Crescent near the Sample Gates, one notices that most of the buildings are made out of Indiana limestone. Buildings such as Franklin Hall, Lindley Hall and the Student Building, for example, each share a distinctive pale coloring. However, two stand out: Wylie and Own Halls, both of which are made out of red brick. One would be forgiven if they wondered just why this is the case.
One of my favorite Father John Misty songs is “Holy Shit,” the penultimate track off his sophomore album “I Love You, Honeybear.” The song is really about the breakdown of modern society, a disillusionment caused by rampant consumerism and the increasing realization of living in a meaningless, absurd world. One line in particular, toward the end, has always stuck with me:
One hurdle any college student must jump over is that first grocery trip. It’s a daunting moment for anyone, but especially so if you’ve only recently started grocery shopping for yourself. Chances are, if you’re reading this, you don’t have a hefty sum of cash sitting in your bank account, ready to be withdrawn at a moment’s notice to support a regular visit to Fresh Thyme or another expensive establishment.
Alfred Kinsey was all set. After eight years of study at the IU Institute for Sex Research, he and his team gathered over 11,000 unique personal sexual histories, according to a report from University Historian James Capshew. By 1948, they were ready to publish their first book and the culmination of their work, “Sexual Behavior in the Human Male.”
This past February, I wrote a column about George Santos, who had been recently elected to the U.S. House of Representatives. At the time, I had compared him to George Costanza from Seinfeld, not because of his name but because of his uncanny ability to lie about every situation and, in an attempt to cover them up, dig his own grave deeper and deeper and deeper.
It’s been a terrible year for The Walt Disney Company. Bob Iger, the conglomerate’s CEO, has to contend with the fact that, for his baby’s 100th birthday, he’s been given nothing but box office flops — besides Pixar’s “Elemental” and Marvel’s “Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3,” every film on Disney’s roster this past year has been a disappointment critically and commercially.
SPOILER ALERT: This column contains potential spoilers about the 2017 podcast "S-Town."
For all its massive popularity, I’ve never been a fan of “South Park.” This is, in part, because of its mean-spirited sense of humor, something I don’t see a whole lot of value in — if the whole point of the series is to be as mean as possible to as many groups of people as possible, then what’s the point?