Ohhohohoho
I was walking across campus today toward one of my classes when I noticed from afar a line of students marching, holding banners, and passionately chanting a slogan which I couldn't quite make out. As I drew closer, by happenstance, to this procession, their dogma at last became audible: "STUDENTS, NOT SOLDIERS! STUDENTS, NOT SOLDIERS!"
Irony, anyone?
That's the sort of frenzied power that money just can't buy. A couple thousand bucks might get you an office and an employee or two, but the man who can inspire a crowd of youths to sweep across their campus in a gaggle of political unison has tasted a much more real (and, potentially, liminal) variety of influence.
Irony, anyone?
That's the sort of frenzied power that money just can't buy. A couple thousand bucks might get you an office and an employee or two, but the man who can inspire a crowd of youths to sweep across their campus in a gaggle of political unison has tasted a much more real (and, potentially, liminal) variety of influence.