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Today's Opinions

  • Opposes change in drinking age

    In response to the renewed debate over underage drinking, SADD (Students Against Destructive Decisions) reemphasizes its stance in opposition to lowering the drinking age.

    SADD believes that lowering the current minimum-age drinking laws would likely do little, if anything, to reduce problematic drinking behaviors on college campuses and would contribute to the downward age trending of initiation into alcohol use by legally moving it into the high school community.

  • Proactive vs. reactive

    Pro-ac-tive (adj): Acting in advance to deal with an expected difficulty; anticipatory.

    The horror story on today's front page about identity theft is an infomercial for the word "proactive."

    There will always be those who take advantage of others, and it appears to be getting easier to do in this technologically advanced age we live in today.

    That's why it's up to us to be proactive. It's a whole lot easier to take preventive steps rather than to take action after the fact.

  • A home away from home

    I felt it the moment I stepped on campus. The fall semester at Campbellsville University had officially begun and something about the air just felt different.

    I guess it was the sound of teenagers laughing while walking to dinner, seeing Stapp Lawn used as an Ultimate Frisbee arena or perhaps the most obvious sign was the lack of empty parking spaces on campus.

    Each spring and fall, students from all over the United States - and even from several other countries - move to the CU campus and call Campbellsville home.

  • Lovin' those biscuits

    The other day I was listening to some old eight-track tapes when I came upon one by Jerry Clower, where Jerry does a routine about biscuits. Jerry says the absence of homemade biscuits at the American breakfast table is one reason the divorce rate is going up.

    "Saddest sound in this world," Jerry said, "is the sound of them little canned biscuits being popped open early evah mawnin' in evah house in the neighborhood." Jerry goes, "Whop, whop, whop" as an illustration. It's enough to make a grown man cry.

  • Junior Miss says she's honored

    I want to take the opportunity to show my appreciation to the community for their overwhelming support of the Taylor County Junior Miss Program. When I first began this journey in June, I had no idea how intertwined the community as a whole would become in this process. I continue to be amazed at the vast generosity of both businesses and individuals in our area. Their involvement, both monetarily and socially, is so appreciated.

  • Residents should insist on school merger

    Sports followers of the local high schools are a bit perturbed because the local teams are still separated.

    All five counties surrounding Taylor County have long ago unified or merged into one unit. The local Campbellsville School must make the first move toward unification. Thus far, the merger or unification has not happened.

    One can think of several advantages such as better usage of funds and more equality of tax structures, better usage of facilities, and an end of segregation between rural and city students.

  • It's hard to find a good job

    Last month alone, 151,171 individuals across the nation filed for unemployment after being laid off from their jobs. And that number was down from June.

    This is certainly not good news for recent college graduates, as many have already learned firsthand that good jobs are hard to find.

    A story on today's front page illustrates the problem that just two recent graduates have faced: There are more people competing for fewer jobs.

  • Why can't we all do good deeds?

    I am a pain in the butt to my friends sometimes. I know it. They know it.

    In this techno world we live in today, there are way too many easy scams out there. So when my friends forward e-mails to me, I nearly always question them with a quick Google or Snopes search.

    This past weekend, however, I had to eat my words. And I was quite happy to do so. The e-mail I was received was a story about a 4-year-old girl who wrote a letter to God after her dog died.

    The letter read: