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Western Carolinian columns by Robb Schrof and Billy Graham, page 1

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  • Opinion column written by Rob Schrof in the Western Carolinian titled "Mindless Drivel and Other Stuff."
  • ROBB SCHROF MINDLESS DRIVEL AND OTHERSTUFF Sane people do not write articles at 4:30 a.m. However, most of my fellow «co-workers have concluded that my mental state is a bout as stable as South Africa and thusly theyare not surprised byany of my bizarre work related traits. But I have my reasons... When people get tired, they tend to act more or less like their true selves. They don't guard their thoughts as well and if you're in the right place you might even hear something rather startling. That is exactly what happened early last Tuesday morning. I was sitting at Hardee's, sipping some black liquid of dubious origin, when five or six of your garden variety Frat Types wandered in. After causing a scene at the counter, they ambled over to the table next to mine and began conversing among themselves. The talk was typical at first: Who drank the most beer, a recount of the latest sexual exploits ("...It's not my problem that you're impotent, call Dr. Ruth for gods sake, etc.") and what team might have a shot at the Superbowl this season. Then, out of the clear blue sky, came this mind boggier: "Man, can you believe that the damn school newspaper actually printed an ad for those (Explicative deleted) Faggots and Dykes...What the hell is this world coming?!!! It's to the point that a man can't even read his own school paper without havin' those Queers ruinin' his day...What's next, maybe a Black Power Movement...God help us all..." This was too much for my nervous system to handle and caused a chain reaction of sorts. First I spilled the afore mentioned black liquid onto my crotch, which in turn caused me to exhale sharply and spit the cigarette, that was in my mouth, across the ta ble, in a finethreefoot arc, where it landed-still smoldering - onto one of their trays. Finally, in an effort to control the pain in my crotch (I was now wondering if I would have to see Dr. Ruth) I smashed my head into the window, probably in an effort to take my mind off the pain down below. Without even offering to return my cigarette, the Frat types made a hasty exit, stage left. Well, so much for my chance of rebuttal. On my way back to the room to change clothes it 0,C!Urred.t0ume that these P^Pte were really AFRAID of that ad. It meant that their close knit little society TrlDnnLaS Sfufe.as they once thou8ht. I saw real TERROR in that gentlemans eyes while he was talking A subject that was considered taboo was now staring at them in bold face type. I had the strange feeling that these people were the defendants of the folks who thought that Lincoln's ffiSc? 6SS Was iust h°gwash, as those Niggers were uppity enough already i QRR^°mV° y0Ur ni«htmare my friends. This is InHH £5 ** m CaseTu haverVt noticed, the whole vou in R. A?KV^n ^ dust So ni sPe" jt out for ir^niil^i and.wh,te- ^ most other civilized nLnn.^f£%^r,d',t,sn,0,on8erthe''Norm"tojudge £Son*i.% thTe;rHSexual France, skin color or minHoH y' T° ^ $° °^ ****** VOU 3S 3 dOSe- Z^should^r ' 7Pt f?L <*» **'<» that any of DTd RiaaJtc ! *h '2av?this Sanctuary For the Out- Kau2^?fripS >al With the rest °f the wor,d' 23 aS' K. ' *,soutthere...all around you in Sll a«??t 2c kGep readin* mV column (and you £ £ ™L*^°™thing e,se t0 hate, and you fo^surviL.PrpUi?real !?0n' your collective chances Tor survival are slim indeed Mr Graham S !5e WaV reallv mu* compliment NotonlvdShrJ^s wonderful article of last week. alfo dMIfiiln2iH"kK 'a/g,e amount of mV beer. he oage "Man S 1 ?bK° Slanderin8 me all over the page... wan can you believe that the damn vhool newspaper printed that article bv thJ ,? . ♦ 1 deleted) fool Billy Graham Lk. lat (ExP''cative world coming to - "What tne ^11 is the
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