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WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 1968
The Daily Nebraskan
Oar man Hoppe .
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Loser's Anonymous scrapes
the loser off the bumper
Feature it. A bust Storm troopers walking
through the halls at 4 a.m. rousing students out
of bed, marching them off to jail. Thirty arrests.
Then fifty. Maybe more. Publicity nationally.
Nebraska Stony Brook college the second.
- Never happen here? Hopefully not. But there
are people who think the drug activity on this
campus is serious enough to warrant student spies.
Serious enough to chance the irreparable damage
to the University good name by employing these
spies for various reconnaissance tasks for the Lin
coln Police with a drug bust in mind.
ASUN WILL have before it again today a resolu
tion calling for student spies to be banned from
the campus, on penalty of expulsion. You've heard
all the arguments comparing student spies to the
NKVD or the Gestapo. All those arguments are
valid, as is the argument that spies on campus
are contrary the very nature of the University.
There is some question however, as to whether
spies ordered to sniff out drugs are on campus.
There is no question that someone working for
Terry Carpenter is doing some political snooping,
and after Terry's statements of last year one would
also assume he has someone checking into the
drug scene for him.
But no matter what species, Senate should take
some preventive action against all spies. There
is in no way enough drug traffic on this campus
to warrant the use of campus spies. Senate should
take the opportunity to make spying illegal and
to remove the temptation to use spies from the
police, the administration, and such erstwhile witch
hunters as Senator Carpenter.
THE ACTION' would benefit all the groups in
this university, the administration included.
University policy should simply state that this
University will never tolerate any spying activity
on this campus.
Dan Looker ...
It's all over
by Arthur Hoppe
It being the morning after
the election, a goodly crowd
of new members was on hand
for the traditional Morning
After meeting of that huge
but little-known service
Standing in the rostrum
beneath the club's banner
"The People Have Spoken,
the Bums was the
director, Mr. Sisyphus.
RAPPING HIS gavel to
quiet the hubbub of groans
and moans, Mr. Sisyphus
cleared his throat and
launched into his annual in
spirational talk entitled, "The
Evils of Politics."
"Good morning, fellow
losers. Welcome to the club,
You have all, I'm sure, waged
vigourous, hard-hitting cam
paigns. And you all, of course,
have lost. Remember, as you
sit there with your heads in
your hands, that we are here
to help you.
"Yes, friends with our help,
with your own strength of
character and with Divine
Guidance, you will be able to"
here, Mr. Sisphus paused
for dramatic effect "swear
off politics forever!"
AS USUAL at this point,
there were cries of "Swear
off!," "No more speeches?"
and other expressions of hor
ror. "There is no alternative,"
Mr. Sisyphus said firmly.
"Let us take a cold, hard look
at the statistics: for every
man who struggles through
the primaries and the
November elections to at last
win political office there are,
on a national average 12.3
losers. Think of it, 12.3 to 1!
Does it make sense to buck
odds like that? Year after
"True, there are a fortunate
few who can take politics or
leave them alone. But the
first thing we must admit to
ourselves is that we can't.
For us, the only answer is
"OH, IT WON'T be easy.
Temptation will beckon at
every cocktail party when
issues are raised. 'Well,'
you'll think, 'a little social
politicking won't hurt.' Don't
yield! For the next thing you
know you'll be making
speeches from the Boor at
your local P.T.A. meeting.
And, oh, the headiness of the
"Carried away, you'll find
yourself sneaking down to
party headquarters to pore
over old precinct lists. You'll
be spending your nights with
the boys in smoke-filled
rooms. And you'll be grabbing
the hands of total strangers
on the streets.
"Then, inevitably, you'll
succumb. Once again, you'll
go off on a months-long cam
paign binge forsaking your
family, squandering your
savings on bumper strips and
whooping it up at rallies night
after night. And once again,
12.3 to 1, you'll lose!"
MR. SISYPHUS paused to
let this sink in. "Remember,
friends," he said slowly,
"politics is not a character
weakness. It's a disease. You
can be cured. When you feel
tfiat urge to shake a hand, to
make a speech, call us
night or day.
"With total abstinence, you
can be rehabilitated. You can
be restored to your family
and friends. Yes, fellow
losers, by giving up politics
you can once again become a
useful member of society."
So eloquent was Mr.
Sisyphus' traditional appeal
that, as usual, every man in
the crowd was convinced. As
usual, each looked around at
the others and said the same
thing to himself.
"He's absolutely right,"
each said, "about these other
Or is it?
I'm writing this at 9:30, Tuesday night and
no one knows who will be President. But does
it really matter?
Let's suppose the winner is Richard Nixon.
If it is, what could he do in office? Very little
actually. He will have to work with a Democratic
Congress and a Democratic Senate. (The last few
days before the election seemed to show that a
Nixon sweep would not materialize in the con
pessional race with his popularity slipping a little
in the polls and with several upsets predicted in
It to also interesting that while Humphrey's
popularity showed a surge In the last few weeks
f fampalgn, Niton's public standing, which
bad been fairly solid, finally slipped a point or
twe in various polls Just before the election.
Polls are not always extremely accurate in
exact percentage points but they usually show
trends of feeling fairly well. The trend they seem
to indicate is that by January, even if Nixon wins
the election, he may not be the people's choice.
In addition to all of these gloomy prospects
for Mr. Nixon, he is known to be less popular
than Humphrey among certain influential occupa
tional groups, notably the press, the diplomatic
corps, and the federal bureaucrats.
Nixon would bave to be some sort of political
messiah to overcome all this. It is more likely
that there would be two yean of stalemate between
Congress and the President followed by a
Democratic sweep In the Congressional elections
of 1970 (similar to the Republican sweep against
Johnson in 1966). In 1972 the Democrats would
probably nominate someone a little more appealing
tben Humphrey and easily beat the ineffectual in
rumbant. But what if Humphrey is elected? There is
a chance that he might be somewhat more suc
cessful domestically with a reasonably friendly
Congress. But a Humphrey victory would probably
mean a stagnation of the Democratic party since
the McCarthy kids and the Kennedy people would
nave far less influence in a successful Democratic
party than a defeated one.
Unless Humphrey did a fantastic job ui office,
be would probably be beaten easily by a Republican
in 1372, if the Republican wasn't Nixon.
Regardless of who wins, there will be a new
era of bope for the American people. An era ol
hope for meaningful change in 1972. and a new
realization of a gres! Truth the fact that mankind
has always progressed, not because of. but inspiti
Guj fmkes cfed for tjcvr Sns 3 ijcors
Warren Storms . . .
Gratitude toward soldiers is quiet
So many times in our
universities the anti-war sup
porters, draft dodgers and
pacifists claim to have an in
sight into the real reasons for
our presence in Vietnam. But
somehow, those in the thick of
it over there seem to un
derstand a lot more about
why they're there, and the
dreadful alternatives if they
Many of our boys in Viet
nam don't have much of an
education but you can't con
vince me that you have a
better knowledge of this war,
through reading and research
than our soldiers overseas.
burned their draft cards,
desecrated our flag and have
screamed for peace, but in
fact 'laven't the backbone to
stand up and actually do
something for toe freedoms
we are fighting to possess.
Our men have died in the
Iron Triangle, the DMZ, the
Ira Drang Valley: they have
fought their way to glory at
Hill 881, Con Thien. and Ke
Sanh. I don't believe a hun
dred draft-dodging protestors
could replace a single soldier,
sailor, or Marine, even if
Every man who comes back
from Vietnam has a burning
fire inside him, and his weary
eyes have seen a thousand
tliinfn you havf -iot iri"-fl
of. He is perhaps only 20
year old. bu; hi youth is
gone and his smile is gnm. If
you ask him he could tell it
like it really is, bbt I
guaranlcec you he didn't gel
his concept of war from a
HE CAN teU you of the
disease and sickness that
haunts the South Vietnamese
and he can tell of the many
atrocities these people have
suffered at the bloody hands
of the Viet Cong. He can tell
you why we're there, so stop
and think about it because
w ars don't end in lies and we
should be thankful the battles
we fought weren't at
Yellowstone, the Black Hills,
or Roger svi He Tennessee.
I have followed the riath of
many who have gone before
me and 1 have not a single
regret. I didn't burn my draft
-ard nor beg not to be sent. I
enlisted and volunteered to
go. There is always one thing
I shall be able to do. I can
hold my head up high and
salute Old Glory knowing that
I have the right to live in a
free country free because 1
helped to fight to keep it that
So all in all, I hope that our
men realize that dissent is
loud and gets attention, but
that gratitude is quiet and
doesn't make the headlines.
We hope they know that
millions of Americans are
To Whom It May Concern:
Thank you so very much for
scheduling your exams on Wed
nesday, November 6. Presidential
elections are held once every four
years, but after slight deliberation I
realize I take your individual
course only once in my entire life.
Therefore, I'll be pleased as punch
to spend my election return night in
the library studying for your exam.
P.S. Thank God I only have three
exams. Thanksgiving Day is only
twenty-four days away.
No one can ever say that our
Comhusker athletes don't put on a
good show. When they can't do it on
the field, they make up for it
elsewhere. Their most recent public
exhibition took place in the Crib
annex, Monday. November 4.
Some of them were gathered in a
group 'as is their custom) like
knights of the square table. It just
so happened that there was a cer
tain young man in the same area.
He seemed like the ordinary kind of
young man, except he had very
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for myself, but if he likes his hair
that way, it seems to me that it's
Not so, the jocks. They are kings
of the campus and everything is
their business. In the true spirit of
sportsmanship, fair play, and
respect for an opponent, they began
jeering and shouting at the youn7
Needless to say. the young man
left. The score at the end of the
game was a million to zilch. Ou
jocks had learned their lestsons we'i
and were triumphant. Thre was no
applause, jusi smile;-. whiper'.
and ?i22lcs. The a'tmc ha
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Join Dietz ...
There is a time
for man to quit
This is a non-column to the dead in Nebraska.
The dead rule in this nowhere-noplace-notime.
There is a time for every good man to quit, to
give up. I wish I could blow pot and make truth
go away. My blood is tired. Our blood is tired.
The radical cannot exist in Nebraska there is
no air, no sea in which to immerse. Preaching
to the earless wind is useless. We must find a
people that can hear, that is not blind. To love
Nebraska is to be dead; no, perhaps just defeated.
It returns no love. Its people are a million islands;
they do not give a damn. They we are dead.
Students are not human. They have no govern
ment. They are programmed automatons. Death
where there is no life does not compute. Smoke
pot. Love. Dear dead God! Is anyone alive out
there? Where are the five-hundred who marched?
We cannot preach here. Radicalism (ism?) is
useless. What is this thing-thing-student, Student?
anarchy, anarchy, that's our cry.
What is it to be human? When do I qualify?
Do I have to be 23? 19? Students are not human;
they are automatons being-being programmed-pro-grammed.
Someday will be replaced by computers.
It's dark outside again. What is it to be human?
Sometimes I even think I know; but to say it
is to know the void.
There is nothing in the darkness. We have
eyes but see not the poor, the hungry, the
lonely, the Truth. We are not programmed for
life. With what do we involve ourselves? In what
do we immerse? Is life a red cabbage?
We stare truth in the face and die. It, liie,
is too horrible. Sniff the computer perfume in the
voting booth, pull levers and moo, contentedly.
Is life a voting booth? Buy plastic soul, don't
get involved. We are not involved in mankind,
for we are students and students are not human
and are not relevant to mankind.
Mankind is not programmed. Its "truth" is
not programmed. They it do not compute. Four
years of plastic school, plastic house, plastic wife,
plastic job, plastic jesus plastic plastic plastic
plastic plastic plastic plastic orgasm.
Don't get serious now. Not that it would con
taminate anything; nothing exists anyway. Monday
nothing, Tuesday nothing, love and life nothing,
truth nothing, mankind nothing, sex and church
nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. It's all absurd.
We are meaningless. This think thing just happened
one wretched morning when the universe awoke
We'll go away soon. Pray. Consciousness can't
last long. We're learning to suppress that kind of
thing. Soon consciousness too will be programmed
into non-consciousness. Father forgive me for I
know not what I do. Where are the five hundred?
Shakespeare was full of it. Radicals eat it. The
quality of mercy is not strained, there is none.
Smoke pot. Drop acid. Study.
We've all dropped out. Life is cancelled can
celled cancelled for lack of interest, or was it
fear? No, lack of interest. It wasn't fun to be
alive. Here on the tapes we can muse over Nth
order abstractions and our own meaninglessness
ad infinitum. Headpieces filled with straw, we've
taken apart the walls of our mindlessness. We
can be absurd and dead forever.
This is a non-column. This is a non-column.
This is a non-column. VISTA is a bad trip. Canada
is a home for drop-outs. This university is irrele
vant. What have they done to life? Where is life?
Where are you, Life? Life is not programmed.
It is limbo. It is void. You cannot define yourself
in the void. You will not like it there. FTA FTD
FTS FTU. Plastic F. FF. Scarab, sacred dung
bottle the Egyptians were right about the world.
Nebraska Is a void. It is rumored humans
may exist In isolated parts. Blow grass. Forget
it. Think plastic. Push programming. Automatons
are too independent yet. Computerize. Computerize.
Cram It, shove It, drive it, ram it, plug it In.
Go around it. Surround It. Define it. Devour It.
Digest it. Computerize or reject It. FTC!
FTCFTCFTCFTCFTFTFTCFTCFTF ! ! I ! ! !
Attention underclassmen: there Is no student
government at this haha university haha. Have
pity on us old folks who talk radicalism. Four-five
years of caring, trying to give a darn about our
fellow man, fellow man, man our arteries have
hardened. Don't depend on us or look to us or
call on us for anything other than paths to avoid.
We've had it.
Our flat, broad-based attack is finally eating-it-j'uting-U-eating
itself up. We tried to care but didn't
know how. The revolution is not about to come
!o Nebraska. I! you care, get out of this vod
o-.-fore you va orbe into it. The rattle oi death
it in the throat ;f Nebraska radicalism If you
want to .he. v vu'. This is llie valley ol death,
a iiin.,; inniptiU-r n m-e luca ion. U-;ive it.
Aba.i.:on il. Cei out while you are able. Nebraska
is a place for missionaries and martyrs.
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