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The Rattler
December 2, 1988
COMMENTARY
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Deficit is a big problem
Do you feel security at St. Mary’s is Adequate?
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Holiday traffic fatality becomes
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I think we need more, but the
ones we do have are doing fine.
Dave Sommer, Sr.
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They serve their purpose well.
They are inconsistent at the gate.
They let some people go by while
letting others go past. But I do
see them late at night, so they are
there.
Dago Garza, Sr.
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I feel it’s safe. During the
Thanksgiving holiday I saw two
people on guard. I think it’s im-
proving. They recognize a need
for the students and their securi-
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John Johnston, So.
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Is it true, as the experts have been telling us for
several years, that we must eventually deal with our
debts? Will the time come when foreigners won’t be
willing to loan us a few billion more just to tide us
o v e r ?
W ill the bad loans made to foreign governments,
to oilmen, to farmers, to real estate investors hit
savers in their own pockets?
The choices left to us arc few. We can continue to
borrow until someone stops lending, at which time
we may have a financial crisis to equal that of the
Cireat Depression. We can rapidly cut our borrowing
and live within our means. We can agree to higher
taxes to pay for the things our Congress wishes to
buy for us.
None to these sounds like a lot of fun.
Perhaps, instead, we can borrow a bit more time to
think about it. After all, we’ve been on the edge of
bankruptcy for several years, so if we all sit very still
perhaps the financial bomb won’t go off for at least a
little longer.
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more red than
the window!” Everyone named
that tune. So, when we walked in-
to the voting booth we were sing-
ing the George Bush song.
If it seems like I’ve boiled
down the Presidential Election to
a question of money, well I have.
But I will go on to say that
because of money democrats will
win big in 1992. This is why — It
all begins in 1960 Americans have
just left the year of complacen-
cy. An interesting phenomenon
begins to happen. People oegin io
questions what is happening to
others around us. John F. Ken-
nedy proclaims that we not only
have an obligation to ourselves
but to the world. The dreams and
the vision of Kennedy continued
and in 1968 with the deaths of
Martin Luther King and Bobby
Kennedy the vision was lost.
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I don’t really know since I’m a
commuter, but I’ve heard about
several car robberies. To my
knowledge, the front gate on
Culebra is left unattended many
times not to mention the ones in
the back.
Norma Jo Pavey, Fr.
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What has happened to the
democrats? Again this year it
seemed like it was going to be the
year of the democrat. But as we
all know dreams of democratic
victory became nightmares on
November 8.
Another presidential cycle has
closed and once again it’s time to
look to the future. Every
presidential year both democrats
and republicans redefine their
ideology, and pray that the
American public embraces it with
open arms. This year, it was the
republicans that won those bat-
tles. Pseudo-populist Bush touch-
ed a nerve in people that rang to
the tune of “you vote for Mike
and you throw your wallet out
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highway. The stench of burning
flesh flowed through my air con-
ditioner. Nausea overcame me. I
thought I would be sick.
I still have not gotten over
what I saw. The vision of a dead,
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Yes. I don’t have a sticker on
my car. I’m stopped and they ask
for my I.D. I just feel an overall
feeling of safety walking across
campus.
Barry McKinney, So.
The great debates of the presidential campaign
have touched but briefly on the poor fiscal health of
the nation.
Many years ago, when George Bush was seeking
the nomination for the presidency against Ronald
Reagan, he noted that our government had tried the
first part of Keynes theory — creating deficits and
spending large amounts of money to get the economy
moving — but it had never attempted .the second
part, producing a surplus in tax revenues that would
permit paying off some of the debt.
Both candidates argued that taxes should not be
raised. Vice President Bush promised that he would
flatly, not permit such an increase, and Governor
Dukakis said he would do so only as a last resort.
Mr. Bush spoke reassuringly about reducing the
deficits over the next several years, but he did not tell
us how this $2 trillion debt was to be paid off. Our
economic expansion has already lasted longer than
any in history — is it possible that it can continue for
several more years? If not, won’t the debt grow ever
larger?
grotesquely, mangled body and
the smell of his flesh are still
strong in my mind. It is not the
first time I have seen a dead body
or a bad auto accident, but I’ve
never been so effected.
For the next three hours, as I
continued my trip back to school,
I could not help but think about
what I had witnessed. Before
long I forgot about the dead man
and began to think of other
things.
November 27, three days after
Thanksgiving, an officer knocks
on a door. “Excuse me, are you
Mrs. So-and-so? I am really
sorry, your son has been in an
auto accident. He had been
drinking, was driving really fast.
He is dead!” Yes, it is two days
after Thanksgiving and
somebody’s mom does not have
anything to be thankful for.
I began to think about myself.
I had been drinking during the
holidays. I even had beer in the
truck that I could have been
drinking. It could have been
me in that accident. it couia oe
my mom that was mourning my
mistake of drinking and driving.
I pictured my mom dressed in
black, crying. My father standing
next to her with a look of confu-
sion on his face. My sister teary
eyed, hating her older brother for
leaving her, for being so stupid.
My brother trying to be a man,
but giving into his emotions. My
girlfriend...alone, left to hold a
broken heart.
I began to cry. What had I
done? My family was destroyed.
It was not only myself that had
been affected by my stupidity,
but everyone around me.
“Be careful,” my dad said to
me before I left. “Drive safely,”
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At this point we began a new
era of the “self” attitude that
continues today. Americans have
become very private. We ques-
tion anything that has nothing do
to with us. Americans have
become pre-occupiedwith chasing
the dollar. But it seems like their
may be a new attitude emerging. I
believe that people are starting to
recognize that there is a world out
there and it is time for us to help.
Surprisingly enough this was
the theme of Mike Dukakis’
liberalism. It also is one of the
biggest themes of democrats all
over the world. It is also the
theme that I believe most
Americans will learn to unders-
tand much like they did in 1960.
And at that time the only song we
will be singing is “happy days are
here again.”
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We definitely need an improve-
ment. May car was stolen last
week.
Mike Carrizal, Sr.
would. I lied.
It was as if I were a ghost. I
was able to look back at my life,
at what I had done. I could see
my loved ones at my funeral. I
could feel the suffering of those
people I care about most of all.
And I caused it.
I was brought back to reality as
the ambulance passed me. I
began to think of the twisted
metal of the car, the mangled
body, the burning flesh.
I felt sad for the man. I felt
even more sorrow for his family,
his loved ones. I have some idea
how they might feel.
If he had only known what
might have happened. If
somehow he could have known.
If he hadn’t been selfish and had
considered how his action might
have affected others, his fate
could have been avoided. He may
have had the right to destroy
himself, but he had no right to in-
voke his family in such traumatic
destruction.
If anything positive came out
of this unfortunate, foolish situa-
tion, it is that I will think the next
time I drink. I will protect my self
and my loved ones from this
senseless slaughter of life, mine
as well as others.
To the state of Texas, he was
. just another holiday traffic fatali-
ty. To his parents, he was much
more. For me he is a lesson.
I drift off again. On the front
door of the house hangs a
wreath. It is there to celebrate
Christmas, and not to annouce
my death. I am enjoying the holi-
day with my family. My mother,
my sister, my dad, my brother,
my girlfriend.
“I’m glad I didn’t drink and
drive.
The speedometer read 75
m.p.h. The radar detector began
to scream its warning that a
policeman was near. All of a sud-
den flashing lights appear in the
rear mirror. My heart leaped into
my throat as I pulled over. All I
could think about was the huge
fine that awaited me. I know,
“My wife is pregnant.” That
wouldn’t work, I’m not married,
I was relieved when the police
car sped past me. A few miles
down the road I discovered why
he hadn’t stopped. There were
three police cars and an am-
bulance. Someone had wrapped
their car around a tree.
Pieces of metal were
everywhere. Parts of a fender,
the bumper, BEER CANS. As I
slowly drove past I saw the results
of one young man’s evening of
partying. A car totally demolish-
ed. A man’s life destroyed.
The ambulance crew was
loading a passenger into the am-
bulance. He was dressed in an im-
maculate white sheet decorated
with spots of bright red. Actual-
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