By Matt Riedl, news editor
Ladies and gentlemen, as this semester winds down, I’m starting to smell something in the air.
No, it’s not the scent of cafeteria food wafting up from Mabee. It’s not the smell of the dumpster. It’s not even the ammonia leaking out of Heimerman. No, my friends, that smell is the smell of peace.
For years now, our campus geese have suffered not only verbal but physical abuse by members of the Newman community, and I say it’s time we listen to their “honks of protest.” Is it the goose’s fault that he happened to answer nature’s call wheresoever you happen to step your high heels? I don’t think so.
I certainly don’t think it is acceptable to run your vehicle over these guys as a means of “population control.” And if you don’t believe me, I’ve read about it in The Vantage.
This year it seems the geese have started avoiding our campus, which some hail as a good thing.
I’m not saying that the geese need to be in our personal space; I’m just saying that when they do, let’s not act like it’s the end of the world.
I say it’s time to bury the hatchet and knock off the fowl play. It’s a new era – an era of what I’d like to call “geese peace.”