Fellow hobbitses, we will have our $270 million precious in just one week. Make no mistake—this is no typical precious.
Thousands of years ago it was written in Corinthians 15:26: “And the last enemy to be destroyed is death.” Throughout history, we humans have vainly tried to defeat death in whatever way we could.
Our long national nightmare, the 2012 elections, is over. Let’s hope our country can recover from the damage.
To Americans, the scene is unimaginable. Returning home from an exam, 14-year-old Malala Yousufzai looked on in horror as armed men stopped her bus.
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu displayed an appalling level of temerity when he waded into American domestic politics and suggested President Barack Obama could do more to support Israel.
Nearly two years after its inception, the Arab Spring rages on.
“The world needs more Chris Stevenses,” said Secretary of State Hillary Clinton as she paid tribute to the U.S. ambassador to Libya moments after he and three colleagues were assassinated in Benghazi.
The time was late, my eyes were bleary, and after a long day of studying I was sitting at my desk staring at Facebook.
This cynicism is a cancer. It is more dangerous than any visible threat because it is killing us from within.
Two weeks ago, I had an adrenaline-fueled realization: I’m a rising senior.
