Would The Snowdancer Please Stop?

Kyle Venditti News Editor Alright, let’s face it. You all enjoyed the days off we’ve had due to snow cancellation. Yes, even you shaking your head in the back, yes, we all see More »

Our Feathered Canadian Friends: The Geese

Kyle Venditti News Editor Over the past few weeks, a flock of geese has migrated onto the Midtown campus here at WCSU. With them they bring loud squawks and lots of guano, More »

Hagman Family Donates $1.25 million to WCSU

Mary Kelly Contributing Writer Danbury, Conn. – A local businessman and his wife have given the largest gift in University history to go towards college scholarships. A celebration was held during a More »

Special Announcement from SGA President Corey Paris: Not Running For Second Term

Dakota Sarantos Editor-In-Chief   In a special announcement today, Western SGA President Corey Paris revealed he is not seeking a second term in office. “Colonials, There is an old saying about all More »

SGA Votes to Raise Student Activity Fee

Kyle Venditti News Editor When Paul Reis, Vice President of Finance and Administration at Western, walked into room 202 of the Student Center and sat down beside me, I knew this was More »

Man of 1,000 Thoughts

Dakota Sarantos
Editor-in-Chief

Why are people so opposed to traditional rock instruments these days? If something is not making artificial noise they have a problem with it. If something is not auto-tuned, it does not sound catchy. Also, why do today’s current solo artists get all the fame when most of their music is written and produced by producers? Shouldn’t they be getting the fame and not the solo artist? – Anonymous

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There are a few things we need to define before diving deep into this question, and I do plan on diving deep. I imagine by “traditional rock instruments,” you mean guitars, drums, throw in a piano, maybe a tambourine, etc. Instead of “artificial noise,” by which I guess you mean synthesizers and electronic beats and music made from computer software. Well, electric guitars make artificial noise. Jimi Hendrix was one big artificial music innovator. But I think I know what you mean. I’d much rather have Otis Redding hum me a tune than Ke$ha tell me how she woke up this morning, or the kid from Degrassi tell me on a Sprite commercial why he is the best.
Why is the focus on music that can be made by a twelve year old on their computer, in their basement with little technical musical proficiency? More so, why are people attuned to this style of music so much that other music, with a real human singing and playing an instrument, offends them?

You have given me the most difficult question I have ever received because I do not know the answer. The pop musical scene among my peers during my late teen years and brief adulthood is something that I have hypothesized and thoroughly thought about for a long time. Simply put, I do not understand the culture. However, I do have some ideas.
I have certainly witnessed guitar driven songs or songs with regular vocals bring genuine looks of disgust to people’s faces. We’re at an odd point in society with our generation. The 60s were different from the 70s, which were different from the 80s and so on. As people having human experiences in this world, we sometimes feel lost and music can be used as a tool to express that and try to find a direction. The current scene seems to suggest a contentedness with staying aloof and regressed. I suspect this is why anything with a thumping, heavy beat and unnatural voices keeps people satisfied.
Conversely, something with instruments and human inflection will scare the same people because the sound and expression of sincerity, effort and talent in music could allude to self-examination. Therefore, maybe it is not a look of disgust on their faces, but a look of fear. Most people do not like to face themselves and examine where they are heading.
To the second part of your question, about artists getting famous for pieces they did not write. Writers writing for other people is not a new thing. Writers write television shows and movies and usually do not get famous. The actors get famous, and they do not write the movies. The writers need charismatic and appealing people to act out their scripts just like these Dr. Lukes need their Katy Perrys to sing their songs. No one is going to listen to Dr. Luke perform “Roar” and certainly not “I Kissed A Girl.”
The life of a writer is not the most glamorous; most writers other than myself have to accept a life of blank stares. Luckily, when you ooze machismo, like myself, those rules do not apply. That is why I stick my mug on as many of these articles as I can, because I can support my own material.

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Wait, Do I Know You? A Commentary on Relationships

Shiny Patel
Contributing Writer

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Maybe it’s just me, but I think it’s utterly ridiculous when couples cannot maintain friendships outside of their relationship. I could spend my time beating around the bush and trying to sugarcoat my opinions, but it is time that someone blatantly said what everyone is thinking.
I have a friend, “Josh,” who has been in a relationship with his girlfriend since around November. It is only February and I do not remember what he sounds like anymore. Although I do not have the best memory, I know my forgetfulness is not to blame here. We used to spend a lot of time together with the rest of our friends, but love has blinded him from the world. So much has changed in the few months since Josh began dating his girlfriend, but he would not know because he has not had contact with any of his old friends.
The other day, I saw Josh in passing and he showed so much enthusiasm in seeing me but it was so hard for me act equally excited because it all seemed like pretense to me. I personally believe if he missed me that much, he would have made time for me; there is no such thing as being too busy to see the people you supposedly care about. He asked me what I have been up to. It is pathetic that I did not know where to begin because so much had
gone by since we last had a meaningful conversation. Out of common courtesy, I asked him about his life and he responds, “nothing much, my girl and I have just
been busy with school.” Immediately, I lost interest and finished up small talk.
Josh and I were not the closest of friends but even his “bros” do not know what he’s been up to. His best girl friend, “Laura,” does not

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know what he has been up to. Jealousy plays such a huge factor in this. I know for a fact that his girlfriend does not really like Laura because Laura and Josh had their own jokes and memories that she was not a part of. If their relationship is as healthy as they claim it is, Josh should be allowed to have friends outside his relationship.
Aside from Josh, there have been a few other friends in our group who have gotten into relationships and dropped off the grid. We used to have one big collective group that used to hang out together, including those in relationships and those who are single. Now, there is a division in the group between those who triple and quadruple date and then the rest of us. If the only thing that unites your friend group together is all of your relationship statuses, then you should probably reevaluate your priorities and what you look for in a friend.
Please, do not get me wrong. I love romance as much as the next Nicholas Sparks reading, Titanic watching, Taylor Swift listening girl but I am well aware that there is more life has to offer. Pardon me for not agreeing that you should be spending your every waking moment with your significant other.
Everybody has his or her own opinions on what a healthy relationship should be. In my opinion, you should be comfortable enough with your significant other to tell them if there is anything bothering you, but at the same time you should be able to trust them enough to know they would not do anything to hurt you. Have friends outside of your relationship, have people skills, have more to contribute in daily confabulation than simply your plans for date night, and most of all, have something outside of your romance that makes you happy.
If you are in a relationship, and you dropped all your friends for your significant other, I wholeheartedly pity you. You are missing out on the gift of learning through the company of new people and conversation. I understand your significant other is your best friend; it is healthy for your significant other to be your best friend, as long as they are not your only friend. I am aware that you cannot handle even the slightest increment of time away from your boyfriend or girlfriend. But here is the thing, you are going to have to because once you and your beau get into a heated argument and eventually call it quits, you are going to have nobody to turn to because they all turned their backs when you did.

Pompeii is a Disaster Movie in More Than One Way

Steph Myers
Managing Editor

Everyone knows the story of Pompeii and the volcano that destroyed it. Paul W.S. Anderson’s Pompeii tells the story of the days leading up to Vesuvius’s eruption and of a gladiator who does everything he can to not only avenge the massacre of his people, but also save the highborn lady he has fallen in love with. Pompeii is full of potential that, unfortunately, remains untapped.

I give Paul W.S. Anderson’s Pompeii 2 out of 5 stars

This film is certainly not historically accurate, though you would have to be a fool to expect it to be. That aside, this film falls short on just about every level. It is overstuffed with plot developments that bog it down rather than satisfy the viewer’s need for answers. Everything repeatedly seemed like it had all worked out only for a huge obstacle to suddenly present itself. Eventually this tactic became obvious and the surprise element, along with my interest, vanished.
Lead character Milo is a Celt who watched his people slaughtered by Romans in the invasion of Britain, and was then sold into slavery and forced to become a gladiator. His backstory is interesting and left a lot of room for exploration, but the movie focused instead on his “romance” with noble lady of Pompeii, Cassia. While the notion of falling in love while the world is ending is poetic in a macabre sort of way, I kept expecting there to be significant interaction and chemistry between the two and it never actually happens. The interactions they do have are rare and stilted until the last fifteen minutes of the movie when suddenly they become soul mates. The whole movie is so Romeo and Juliet meets Gladiator that it never actually feels like it is bringing anything new to the table.
The acting is mediocre at best, which disappointed me because I have seen most of the cast do better. Kit Harrington of Game of Thrones is only so-so as Milo and Emily Browning, queen of my heart since I saw her in Sucker Punch, falls short as Lady Cassia as well. The script is mediocre at best though, so they did not have a lot to work with in the first place.
The only standouts were Kiefer Sutherland as the devious Roman Senator Corvus and Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje as the African gladiator Atticus. Sutherland’s character flits between the creepy politician who tries to force Cassia to marry him through threats and the sinister warlord who led the slaughter of Milo’s people, but Sutherland walks the line well and I believed every minute of it. Akinnuoye-Agbaje has far more charisma than the often lackluster Harrington and his “I die a free man” line is one of the most powerful in the film (along with Milo’s “My gods are coming for you” jab at Corvus as ash rains down around them).
Anderson makes the viewer wait and wait for the actual eruption that we all know is coming and when it finally does, it is not worth all the anticipation. The graphics are weak at times and the whole thing seems rushed and cramped. I was more emotional in the opening slaughter of the Celts than I was in the finale.
All that being said, I am exactly the kind of person to love cheesy bad action movies like this, and Pompeii was no exception. While I recognize the film’s many faults, I still enjoyed watching it. It is not the kind of movie I will be talking about for days, nor one I will probably ever see again until they start running it on TV when nothing else is on, but I got what I went there for. I was entertained—there was plenty of blood and violence, enough of what sort of resembled a plot to keep my attention through most of it, with the added bonus of looking at both Emily Browning and a partially dressed Kit Harrington for 90 minutes. And the opening and closing shots of Pompeii and its people reduced to ash and burned out statues were hauntingly beautiful, especially when you remember that it really happened.
But let’s be honest here, you know from the trailers exactly what kind of movie Pompeii is going to be, and if you go into that theater expecting anything other than what you get, you clearly were not paying enough attention.

Would The Snowdancer Please Stop?

Kyle Venditti
News Editor

Photo courtesy of Kyle Venditti

Alright, let’s face it. You all enjoyed the days off we’ve had due to snow cancellation. Yes, even you shaking your head in the back, yes, we all see you. One way or another, it gave us more time to work on our homework, study or, as is the case with most of you, watch Netflix all day and night. It may have delayed a few tests, but in the end, I can’t say I’m too happy with the snow days.
Now, that’s not to say I oppose them at all. Over half of WCSU’s student population are commuters, and all of the snowstorms we’ve had (I’ve lost count; Six? Seven? Thirty? Certainly feels like it!) have created dastardly road conditions and no doubt many accidents, with a good amount prevented due to the cancellation of classes on the respective day it occurred. It’s no easy task for Vice-President of Student Affairs Paul Reis and Director of Facilities Operation Luigi Marcone to wake up at 4:30 in the morning the day of a storm and decide whether to cancel classes or not. They have to call local police and see how road conditions are, research local weather forecasts and consider storm warnings or advisories while talking to facility workers on both campuses to understand how conditions are on walkways and in parking areas. It’s no easy job, and there’s a lot of gambling involved, so let’s cut these guys a break, shall we?
No, I’m not opposing decisions made regarding cancellation or delays of classes. They were all made with the safety of the student body and faculty members in mind, and in the end, I’d rather be safe than going to the hospital with a broken hip due to icy walkways (it is awfully convenient Danbury Hospital is located just around the corner from Midtown Campus) or stuck reporting an accident to the police. I’m happy sitting in my dorm, quite warm under my blankets while the storm rages on (The cold never bothered me anyway.)
I consider every bad experience I’ve had with snow and ice, or even rain, and I feel grateful to be inside. I empathize with facility workers who are working hard so that I can attend class the next day. They’re the true heroes here, risking their safety and freezing their hands in the blistering wind to make our days better.
I remember last semester during finals week I found myself stuck on a shuttle during a freezing rain storm. The storm itself caught everyone by surprise, and I didn’t even know anything was supposed to happen that day (As my roommates can attest, I try to stay on top of the weather by running back and forth telling myself to check it while doing fifty other tasks. Oh, there are the dishes to do, and the floor looks pretty dirty, etc.). I don’t blame anyone for making us go out that day because it was so poorly forecasted, but regardless, I was stuck in the shuttle bus for about half an hour as it slowly crawled down the Westside hill. We slipped every time we moved, and needless to say my final exam was the last thing on my mind. At one point, the other shuttle bus was immobilized beside us, and I recall there being a couple of horns screeching and perhaps some obscene gestures thrown into the air by the cars that passed us by. (Wait, maybe that was at the White Street intersection?) In due time, we arrived safely to Midtown, but not before the mirror fell off the ceiling behind me and made my roommate scream in protest (HOLY S#$%!!!! That was the jist of what came forth from his mouth).
The storm of last week was milder, and was pretty much finished after 12:00 p.m. Again, that one was hard as well; it hadn’t started snowing until the sun rose, and there was a winter weather advisory up, so I support playing it safe on that one. The day after the storm, I decided to venture in the aftermath to the pool (there are free swim times at the O’Neill Center pool during various times of the week. Students need only sign in to swim.) It was raining ever so mildly, but the temperature was just at that pinnacle point where it freezes upon contacting the ground. Walking across the parking lot on the astro-turf side of the O’Neill center, I felt a jolt go through my limbs as my footing failed and I slid a few feet. By some feat of luck, I didn’t fall or hurt myself, so I recovered and walked slower.
This is where it gets interesting.
Going down the staircase, I looked at the lit basketball court from the outside.
Not much going on in there tonight, just a few people practicing softball batting techniques, and I felt the dip of the staircase. My foot landed not in snow or ice, no, no, no. I stomped in a massive six foot wide puddle and drenched my foot. After spewing some curses, I continued walking toward the O’Neill Center and chuckled. It was ironic, really. Here I was, going to the pool to swim and I complain about getting wet. I don’t know, I found it funny.
Anyway, as you may have guessed, I’m tired of the snow. It’s become wearisome to sit inside all day and wonder about what I could be doing with my free time. Quite frankly, I’ve run out of ideas, and dare I say, I miss going to class. Sure, I’ll complain about the workload and stress about exams and projects that are due (anyone keeping track of when Midterms start? A couple of weeks?! CRAP!), but when I come back to my room at the end of my day, sling my backpack to the ground and hop up onto my bed, I like being busy. It sure beats sitting around asking my roommates who wants to build a snowman or go sledding or play Skyrim all day.
And you want to know how I know we’re almost done with the snow? Just the other day, it was almost 50 degrees (Fahrenheit) outside, and as I passed Old Main I saw about twenty Robins flittering around, eating worms and tweeting their little red chests off. I could actually see the soil, in all of its mighty sedimentary glory!
So I ask you, whoever is doing these snow dances, to please stop. Snow had its time, and I’m ready to get back outside and enjoy some nicer weather. Thank you kindly!

The Anjou Chronicles: Part I

Kyle Venditti
News Editor

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Ok, so this looks pretty bad. By pretty bad, I mean there’s a sizable chunk of flesh missing from my side and I’ve somehow been locked in the game room after hours. You’d think I’d have figured out that Gala and Amarill were terrible friends by now. Nope…guess you never truly learn until somebody gets hurt, and this time, it’s me.
I had just arrived by truck that morning at 5:00am, give or take a few hours. I’m not too good with time, never cared for it, never had to be anywhere at a specific time. Nothing bad ever happens, really…okay, there was that one time that a certain English professor cursed in Shakespearian prose and chucked an eraser at me, but I count that as a prank more than anything else.
Regardless, I found myself sitting down for a while. It was a Monday, and I just couldn’t shake free of that beginning of the week grogginess. You wake up to an alarm beeping and hit the snooze, only to get up an hour later than expected. A dab of water in your hair and a brief granola bar and you’re ready to tackle the day, eye crud aside.
I passed out. Not due to anything obscene or self-inflicted other than sleep deprivation. I dreamed of nothing. It’s funny, I haven’t had a real dream in years. I always seem to just pass out and wake up twenty minutes later, or at least that what it feels like. Must be that inception poster hanging on my wall messing with my head…
“Perry, wake up!” said Amarill. “Dude, we’ve got class in ten minutes, you need to get your a$$ in gear!” My friend, a lanky guy who only wore yellow clothing, jabbed me in myarm. He carried all his books under his arm and glanced every three seconds at his watch.
“Wuh..what?” I said. My eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and it felt as though someone had took a heatgun and burned my eyeballs. I couldn’t seem to remember where I was, but the room was quite spacious. Tables surrounded us on all sides, each with tissues and a large advertisement in the center.
STOOM, BOOM, GLOOM! The sound carried through the room, shaking us with such force that Amarill fell to the ground with a solid

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thud, face pale. Any wrong move, the slightest sound, could blow our cover.
Gala gestured for us to remain still. She pulled out a dark picture and held it in front of her. It was little more than a silhouette, but we didn’t need Gala to tell us what it was. We looked at each other, and slowly the word fell from her mouth. “O-S-D-E-X…”
“They roam this far from the mainland?” asked Amarill. He was clenching Gala’s arm, latching onto her as a lost babe in a foreign place.
“No, this is strange.” She shook her head. “They’re not allowed past the Afe barrier.” Gala was a short, plump girl with copper hair and freckles splashed on her face. She always had her backpack slung over her shoulder, full of various random items that may or may not be useful.
The noise stopped and all motion on the ledge halted. Amarill sweated copiously. He was now petrified, digging into Gala’s arm with the pressure of a vice. She winced slightly, but did not make a sound. My heart clattered in my chest, awaiting Gala’s instruction eagerly.
A great mass of flesh stooped in front of the shelf and peered in, its great eye bloodshot with crimson lightning.
Its breathing was heavy but slow, as if in cadence with some hidden rhythm. With every breath it pushed moisture into the air, leaving with it a smell of onions that rivalled two week old garbage.
It sniffed. And sniffed again. I was a statue, but Amarill quavered slightly. It took a
solid jab from Gala to finally relax him as he cringed in the dark. The creature paused a moment, making sure there was no one present he could smell and upon finding nothing, he left.
“I thought those things used echo location mostly?” I stood up, stretching my legs and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“Someone didn’t heed the tales of the Elders,” Gala sneered, freeing her arm from Amarill’s grasp. He stood alone and shivered.
“Pardon me for not being entertained by myths and legends.” I looked out beyond the shelf and out the window. The sun shone brightly, and I remembered a time when things were simpler and I didn’t have to worry about-
“Can we get to the lab now?” Amarill muttered, “before the giants come back…” Gala walked to the ledge and looked out. She gave us the all clear and tossed her rope down the side of the wall. She rappelled down and landed safely at the bottom. She surveyed the vast blue field and pointed to the West.
“Come on, lab’s this way!” she said,
walking away from the wall towards the stretch of infinite blue ground.
Amarill followed her swiftly, hitting the ground like a rock. He rose, rubbing his bottom. I gazed towards the window, hoping that one day I’d find my way back outside. I’d find her, and things would be good again…
“Let’s go, Perry! We’re running late!” said Gala.
“Yeah, I’m coming!”
Someday, things will change. Someday…

Simon Pearl
Staff Writer

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I will be the first to admit that the pop punk scene is cluttered with bands who struggle to differentiate from their similar counterparts, diluting a genre that has already had its issues sticking out in the music world. This being said, there are exceptions and I am proud to announce that We Are The In Crowds “Weird Kids” is definitely a diamond in the rough.
The quintet reigning from Poughkeepsie, New York signed to Hopeless Records as “The In Crowd” in 2009. Shortly after, with a slight name change they released their first ep entitled “Guaranteed to Disagree” then followed that up with a full length “Best Intentions” that debuted on the US Billboard 200 at No. 122 in 2011. Now, three years later, “Weird Kids” has finally been released and it does not disappoint.
The first distinguishing aspect of “Weird Kids” is that the tandem of Taylor Jardine and Jordan Eckes has never been stronger. As a matter of fact, lyrically the band has matured drastically. Lines such as “It always seems to slip away I’m taking back what is mine what is left is here to haunt you” stick out among many others. The volume of instrumentals seems to have been raised as guitar riffs dance wickedly over hard hitting drum kit work.
In the end my only complaint of “Weird Kids” is that the ten song track list in a little short. However, the expertly crafted melodies and lyrics are enough to make this album a must buy for fans of the Pop Punk genre. In the end we are all just “Weird Kids” anyway

“Son of God” Coming Soon to Sunday Schools Everywhere

Steph Myers
Managing Editor

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An atheist watching and reviewing a movie about Christ may seem a little strange (or like an insult waiting to happen), but Jesus’s story has always been interesting to me. It literally inspired millions of people not just to believe in God but to live for him. The fact that I do not believe in the God that Christians do does not take away from the sheer power of Jesus Christ. That being said, I surprised a great many people when I expressed my desire to see Christopher Spencer’s “Son of God.” Adapted from the critically acclaimed History Channel miniseries, “The Bible,” I thought there was no way this film could go wrong. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
My first and possibly biggest issue was that, though it did use unaired footage from the miniseries, “Son of God” could not quite manage the transition into full length feature film with grace. It was often choppy in nature, cutting off at odd points and switching in and out of very different scenes too abruptly. It even required voiceover narration from Apostle John to make sure the audience was keeping up with the plot as it skipped months at a time, only to do the same thing again a few minutes later.
The result was an odd flow that left me wondering why anyone felt the need to release this as a movie at all, especially when the series seemed to be doing more than fine on its own. Why not just release the unaired footage on the DVD extras and be done with it? The “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, though very different in content, proved that extended additions certainly do not deter real fans—so why the movie? Money is the only answer I can think of.
The acting all around was not bad, but it was nothing out of the ordinary either. I feel each of Jesus’s followers held up very well during scenes of high emotion, but were nothing more than average beyond that. Jesus himself, played by Diogo Morgado, was fairly bland throughout most of the plot. You could use a lot of words to describe Jesus Christ, but bland is not one of them. Like his co-stars, he handled the high emotion scenes very well, but I was fairly unmoved up until that point. The lacking nature of the performances could be attributed to the lacking nature of the structure of the film though, but the effect is no less dissatisfying.
I was bored through a great deal of the film, but once Jesus was arrested—and even before that when he told Judas he would betray him—it became near impossible to look away. Though I was wishing for some bigger action (a la Mel Gibson’s “Passion of the Christ”) during the beginning, this film did not hold back on any of the horrors of Christ’s torture and crucifixion. I suspect it was harder to move me than the elderly lady behind me who was crying for the entire last half hour at least, but “Son of God” did manage to bring a tear or two to my eye. It was hard not to be emotional when Mary screamed out as her son was whipped and tormented.
Morgado’s performance, especially once up on the cross, was a far cry from the earlier blandness, and left me wondering where he had been for the last two hours. The final thirty minutes were high tension, high emotion, and fairly graphic and it was really the redeeming quality of the entire movie.
The wide sweeping shots of Jerusalem were inarguably beautiful and when the action came to a head after Jesus’s arrest and condemnation the film did shine a little brighter, though I wish it had kept that sort of energy from the start. “Son of God” seems a little unnecessary in the wake of the Emmy nominated miniseries that birthed it and I do not believe it will be as well received, but it will be a good film to show in Sunday Schools across the globe.
Overall, “Son of God” was not as exciting (or gratuitously violent) as previous interpretations of Christ’s story like “Passion of the Christ” but handled Jesus’s final moments exceedingly well. The film lasted much too long at nearly two and a half hours, and the mediocre acting and strangely jumpy structure made for a fairly uninspiring experience, though the ending did make a valiant effort and making up for lost time.
I give it a rating of 2.5 out of 5 stars.

Our Feathered Canadian Friends: The Geese

Kyle Venditti
News Editor

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Over the past few weeks, a flock of geese has migrated onto the Midtown campus here at WCSU. With them they bring loud squawks and lots of guano, but these birds are only here as refugees, nothing else really. They are only passing by, and though they may seem to prefer this area, they will not be here forever. Now, I bring them up because I have seen people’s frustrations with these birds and understand why they are upset. They poop everywhere and seem to get in the way, I get it. But it’s not like they are purposefully out to ruin your day or attack you. The geese are just here looking for food and someplace warm and nice to graze. So when I found a goose wounded in front of Old Main the other day, I got quite upset.
Of course I reported it to a Professor who then contacted the proper animal control staff, but that is not my point here. The bird’s wing was damaged, sticking out from its side. It was certainly broken, and by no natural means I am sure. It was in the middle of the campus pretty much, and the odds of a car hitting it or a predator attacking it are fairly low, so my suspicion is that someone grew flustered with their presence and threw something at it or kicked it.
This is unacceptable.
Not only is it illegal to hurt the bird, which is considered a form of animal cruelty and will warrant an arrest if you are suspected of doing so, but it is simply wrong. It would be as though someone came up to a random pedestrian and punched him in the face. It is unethical and brutish, in the highest sense.
I do not know exactly what was done with the bird after I notified the Professor, but there is a good chance it was taken away and put under. It could have been taken to a shelter and rehabilitated, but I really do not know what became of the bird. Odds are that goose will never fully recover and be able to fly with its flock again, all because somebody lost their temper and decided to hurt the poor creature.
The last thing I remember about that bird was seeing it gaze at its flock while sitting on the ground. They were about twenty feet away, and were moving towards Litchfield Hall. The wounded goose flicked its head back and forth, eating some grass and scratching itself. After a few moments, it rose and tried to flap its wings and get airborne, but it painfully moved an inch and continued to sit there, alone.
The thought of who could have done something like that boggles my mind: that animal should not have to suffer for another person’s lack of control. So next time you see a goose in front of you, remember that it just wants to be with its friends and have fun. It’s not there to bother you, and to assume as much is ignorant. We all live in the same world, and all it takes is a little kindness to make it better for everyone.

An Argument in the Defense of Freedom

Mike Medeiros
Contributing Writer

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As a result of the irresponsible decisions of Nancy Lanza, and the heinous acts committed by her offspring Adam Lanza, law-abiding Connecticut residents are now the ones being punished.
Following the 2012 shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, Conn., lawmakers in the state legislature scrambled to enact new gun control measures which would ban so-called “assault rifles” and magazines capable of holding more than ten rounds.
As of January 1, 2014, residents who already owned such magazines and weapons prior to the law were required to register them with state police. Residents who failed to register their weapons by that date were issued an ultimatum from state police: render the weapon(s) inoperable, sell them to a licensed dealer, or hand the weapon(s) over to state police. Failure to comply with the new law would result in a Class D felony charge.
Information from state police shows that only a fraction of the assault weapons and high-capacity magazines in the state were registered by their owners. That means overnight, hundreds of thousands of law-abiding gun owners were instantly turned into felons, guilty of crimes that could result in years of hard time in prison.
These new laws are draconian, unconstitutional, and unenforceable, and therefore should be repealed immediately.
The law in and of itself is a brazen violation of the 2nd Amendment and sets a precedent for other rights guaranteed by the Constitution to be incrementally chipped away. Nowhere in the US Constitution or the Connecticut State Constitution is a clause found that puts a limit on the classification of arms law-abiding citizens are allowed to possess.
Many advocates of gun-control say that semi-automatic assault rifles with high-capacity magazines are unnecessary to own because they are not weapons that are traditionally used for hunting. There is truth in this argument; semi-automatic assault rifles are not meant for hunting, but rather to act as protection against tyranny.
By demanding that gun-owners who failed to comply with the new law on time either destroy their weapons or hand them over to police or licensed arms dealer, the Connecticut state legislature has enacted a law that violates the 14th Amendment, which states that a citizen cannot be deprived of their rightfully owned property without due process.
However, the most obvious reason why this law should be repealed is because it is unenforceable. Besides door-to-door weapon confiscation, which police said they have no intention of doing just yet, there is no way to coerce citizens to give up their previously legal weapons besides the use of force. This could get very ugly for state police. Gun confiscation would be reminiscent of British

Governor Dannel P. Malloy. Photo courtesy of: www.governor.ct.gov

actions directly preceding the battle at Concord and Lexington during the American Revolution, and would mostly likely ignite another one.
Earlier this week a woman was reported asking Connecticut State Police Spokesperson Lt. Paul Vance if the police will “go to my home if my husband refuses to give up a weapon that was formerly legal and now has been made illegal by a corrupt legislature?”
“Will the police actually go to my home and threaten my family? Because I’m scared to death,” she asked Vance.
Vance noted that the state police do not threaten people. To which the woman responded that going with the force of the government is in fact threatening.
Vance concluded the exchange by saying that the woman was “anti-American,” and “anti-law.”
In a display of the government’s true sentiment toward the citizens of Connecticut, Vance concluded the exchange by reminding the woman that she’s the servant and he’s “the master.”
Now thousands of gun-owners who have refused to register their previously legal weapons as an act of civil disobedience, or did not register them on time, have been grandfathered into a being a felon. They must now fear armed government agents showing up, guns drawn, at their doorstep, demanding the relinquishment of any weapons that are now deemed illegal by the state legislature.
It is time for Americans to take a stand. We must hold firm against activist legislators who have the ability to instantaneously create hundreds of thousands of armed criminals with just the stroke of their pen. We must immediately commence impeachment proceedings against Governor Dannel P. Malloy for violating his sworn oath to uphold the rights guaranteed to all citizens under the Constitution. Most importantly, we must not comply with these repugnant and authoritarian laws if we wish to maintain the integrity of our great Constitution.
Write to your Congressman today and demand these laws be repealed or face the consequences in the next election.

Hagman Family Donates $1.25 million to WCSU

Mary Kelly
Contributing Writer

Photo coutesy of: new.hamlethub.com

Danbury, Conn. – A local businessman and his wife have given the largest gift in University history to go towards college scholarships.
A celebration was held during a press conference last Wednesday in Alumni Hall on the campus of Western Connecticut State University.
Dr. Erland and Irene Hagman recently donated a $1.25 million gift to WestConn last week in hopes to help students achieve their goal in attaining a bachelor’s degree. They hope to supply students majoring in biology and psychology at WestConn with financial help so they can spend their college years in a more applicable way.
As a reporter for our University radio station, WXCI-FM, I attended the press conference which was held in Alumni Hall around 2 p.m. that Wednesday. The Hall was packed with eager faces including fellow students, media personnel, and other important figures from the University. The celebration began with WCSU president, Dr. James Schmotter introducing Dr. Hagman and some background about him and his family.
As Dr. Hagman approached the podium, you could feel his generous and kind aura ready to share his exciting news. The Hagman family has had two of their three children as Western Students. Melissa Hagman graduated in 2011 with a Bachelor’s degree in biology and Veronica Hagman was a psychology major but sadly died a few months before graduation. Their family is now gracious enough to take their success and turn it into a helping hand for students here at Western.
Throughout his speech, Dr. Hagman pushes the idea of working hard for what you want and never giving up on dreams. He expressed his concern with students carrying potential having to work their way through college, and not being able to apply themselves fully for their academia. He had the audience intrigued the entire time, with stories of how he grew up as a struggling kid in Sweden, and his trip to America to become successful. He personally gave me welling eyes as he mentioned how much Western supported him and his family through the dark time after Veronica’s death.
As his speech came to an end, my head was buzzing with questions and I was enlivened to meet this truly inspiring family.
I first thanked Dr. Hagman on the student’s behalf for such a generous gift to the University and asked about the opportunities he hopes for future students who receive this scholarship.
He hoped that they will first of all be able to complete their education. Dr. Hagman continued “having had your bachelors and having had that foundation is an excellent stepping stone to excel further in academia” and “We’re all a big community, and we many times forget that we all share the same space. And that we have to sometimes help each other to create the better world.”
Dr. Hagman then expressed to me how he started working at age ten after I asked how he could relate to the potential scholarship students. He told me “If you don’t have it given to you, don’t give up! You can make it happen yourself!Yes, maybe you have to make some sacrifices, yeah I had a lot of sacrifices, I couldn’t go to swim class like my friends did ‘cause I had to go work.”
Beside Dr. Hagman was his wife Irene Hagman who was also able to answer a couple questions of my own. When I asked her what else we can do to help students become successful after college she noted “I think we should continue to work towards career placement and trying to bridge once you get your degree, and then learning about careers.” She thinks that “more employers should tie in and promote their jobs opportunities throughout the university.”
My conversation with the couple ended with a very inspirational statement by Dr. Hagman saying “You have to have a dream, you have to have a goal, you have to have a focus in life don’t let peripheral things derail you. Stay focused, work hard, apply yourself. Recognize what your inherit talents are. Apply them. You will excel.”