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Opinion Briefs

Andrew C. Thomas

Graduating seniors are supposed to write sentimental pieces for this issue, but they usually come off as being as original as sitcom writers. So, in 400 words or less, here are my last gasps of ink.

Please, somebody, save the Thirsty Ear. The campus isn’t exactly Harvard Square, and we could do with a little cheap night life. It’s not like the place loses money, anyway. Plus, it’s the home of the best Trivia Night in town.

On May 17, this city gave birth to the greatest social experiment of our time. We won’t know how it turns out for a few years at least, but I sure haven’t seen the rivers turn to blood, and as a firstborn child I seem remarkably alive. One way or another, this city, home to more technological discoveries than I can count, will be a crucible within which we can finally study the real, unimagined effects of same-sex marriage, whatever they may be.

We all learned something last October. There is a curse, and the Yankees do, in fact, suck.

Is a fetus a person under the law? Terry Nichols, the second perpetrator of the Oklahoma City bombing in 1995, was recently found guilty in a state court of 161 counts of capital murder for that crime -- 1 of whom was the unborn child of a pregnant mother. Now, no one is disputing that this was among the most heinous of deeds by an unbalanced man. But doesn’t it set a very dangerous precedent when one of the first instances of fetal protection prosecution is being used against a man who has already been found hideously guilty in the eyes of the people?

Then again, what difference should it make whether the victim was an unborn child or a 90-year-old man? No one deserves to have the flame of their existence snuffed prematurely. Death is far too irrevocable to be considered in any humane society. I would find it a far worse punishment to hide that light from sight and have it burn itself out.

Well, those are my final thoughts, or rather, those fragments I didn’t have time to expand into columns. As you read this -- heck, it might even be now, in the middle of a long commencement ceremony -- allow those bubbles of thought to come to the surface and breathe the air of consciousness.

See you in the promised land.