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Editorial (Net JL UUJAU1I. rjlflowiaf nnaril rQKlOlHN DOWm I InhMTiltii nU ^>-1-«-| ||.m|L UnfVpaliy Of !mK£fR9H4n60lil Amy Edwards, Editor, 472-1766 Lae Rood, Editorial Page Editor i June Wit, Managing Editor Brandon Loomis, Associate News Editor Brian Svoboda, Columnist Bob Nelson, Columnist kitty Guenther, Senior Reporter Reader: Don't refuse life Dear Mr. Joe Bowman, Enlighten me and show me the marvels of any society that discarded its religion. Behind a majority, of success stories in such a society, you will find depression, mistrust; greed and selfishness. 1. I am in complete agreement with your noble idea to save and provide to the poorer nations. In fact, I belong to one of these nations; but, I refuse to accept any help from the richer nations if it is done at the ex pense of aborting a baby in the civi lized world. My friend, the real way to help us, “the poor citizens of the Third World,’’ is to find the hounds and bloodsuckers within the bounda ries of richer nations. You ore set out to help the needy of the Third World that yOU probably never will meet or know their names, but you refuse to grant the right of life to the unborn babies in the u.S.A, of whom you also neither know the names nor will yoy ever meet? And if this savings of resources is not enough, then whose life do you sug gest we terminate nc*t? 2. If terminal pleasure and joy is to be the only outcome of sexual acts, then calling this “a re-enactment of all human pro-creation ... all crea tion" k a farce, since His carefully planned (by using contraceptives) Jo avoid pro-creation or conception of human life. Only promiscuous and dkgUaskmed fools would content plate such a bizarre notion of pro Ask a family that has real, non pleasure lacks the agreement of the human mind, and is supported only by the heat of the moment A drunk behind the wheel of an automobile 'endangers the life of individuals in his/her path, but a promiscuous adult threatens to corrupt and destroy the entire civilization. Remember what happened to the promiscuous Greeks that worshipped the human tody as the form of ultimate perfection. 3. Speaking only for myself, lam very thankful to my beloved parents that they opted to consider me more than lunch meat, and chose to let me live. Unlew you are ashamed of tlte gift of life given, you, would you please accept the tact th(U, unlike some animals, you were not the prey of your own parents; and, that superi ority of humans over all animals was once again proved right when your parents let you live in your mother’s womb. • % You certainly would not want to tell the kids in your neighborhood that if you were their patent, you might have considered killing them in die wpmb to help and save food for the hungry in the lliird World. 4. It does not take the mind of a scholar to determine dial the laws of humans have been unsucccwfui in providing a just society dun, for ex ample, cannot prevent an intoxicated and/or promiscuous roan to make mistaken assumptions about the promiscuity of an innocent female, and thus assault her. IS this not enough reason for you to search for non-destructive solutions, and study tow the laws of our creator can save this world? 1 suggest that you and your like study, with all your tools of reasoning and criticism intact, die noble books, namely Quran, Bible or ; ArsfeadT. Syed UNL employee CL^AU r* air k . Z^6/5LATWC i <5K> EAST YoOhlb MAi4 Bigfoot hunt relieves boredom Creature myth no longer fantasy to columnist despite dead ends My life is boring. !*ve watched the movie “Spinal Tap * 16 times. I still like R.E.M. Sometimes I go tobed before 11 p jn. Last Friday, my sister-in-law gave birth to a seven-pound baby girl I’m now an uncle. I’m Unde Bob. Everyone has an Uncle Bob. Ev ery Unde Bob is boring. The fast tape is overrated. It’s too much work. I’d rather watch televi sion. Sit in my La-Z-Boy. Watch the cetera dance across my Zenith. Let the colors hypnotize me. But sometimes, in these long hauls of sweet boredom, something excit ing comes up that’s just too weird to let pass. This time it was an ail-expense paid Bigfoot hum near Green Moun tain t ails, Colo. un die last few years, a good num ber of people in this mountain village just outside Colorado Springs say they’ve seen hairy man-like creatures running around their town. Besides verbal accounts, one man, Dan Masias, even has photographs of footprints, and, even spookier, hair samples from some animal that re searchers from Louisiana and Cali fornia can’t identify. Being a journalist with a keen sense for the hot yellow story, I jumped at the idea of catching Bigroci. Being a school of these same instincts, the College of Journalism picked up the tab. So last Thursday morning, DN Photo Chief Eric Gregory and I headed west from this little college community and its little issues into the mountains where aH things - including feet - are big. • We had quartans to be answered. Did someone tn Green Mountain Palls have a gorilla suit?.Did all these people decide to have some fon? Was someone dropping acid into the water supply of this village? . Or, are there strange mao-like creatures in Pikes Peak National For est that have been raiding trash cans in Green Mountain Falls trying to find food? Are they just hungry rela lives Of man, forced by starvation to abandon their isolation? After talking to Dan Masias, a Colorado real estate deveiloper, and ffof. rasuf* ft o« on the footprints and hair sunjrfwTi must admit the story is baffling. He said he had seen two of these things. He could be lying. He has Dictures of the footprints. They could Aii old £dupte two houses away from Masias swear they saw one of these things outside of their cabin. They could be' lying. Something broke into their porch, and got into their trash cans. Hairs were taken from the broken door. A Louisiana State researcher called them “the weirdest thing (he’d) ever * seen.” Maybe the hairs were put there by a hoaxer. Maybe he or she got the hairs from some weird genetic ex periments on apes and then broke into these people’s cabin. Maybe the LSU physiologist is confused. Other neigh bois of Masias said something hairy and walking on two feet tried to run away with their cat, I guess those people could be lying too. After talking to Masias, Eric and I headed into the mountains to find the creature. We set up camp on a ridge about 1.0G0 feet up the mountain behind Masias’ cabin. About 80 feet from our camp, we set up a Bjgf xx •rap made of cucumbers, orange, ravioli and chili. Eric pro-focusedhis camera on the pile of food. We sat around our campfire waiting for sounds in the night. We heard a few things. We tried a few pictures. The food was still there in the morning. The next day we searched for foot* print* along a creel and lake above Green Mountain Falls. In two ptvcea * . i f we smelled a heavy, musky scent like the one Masias had described earlier as “the creature's odor." We found no footprints. . ' —' That night we hiked down to Green Mountain Tails and spent the night behind die cabin where the hair was found. We set up another Bigfoot trap of sardines and oriental Ramen noodles. We got no pictures. .Now you might think that after so little success, I might believe these creature-seers were pranksters or a bit loony. But I realized during the long, dark nights of waiting for the creature that these people's personal ac counts, the smells, the pictures and the research already had convinced me that the thing exists. Both nights we sat - serious and senses on edge - waiting for the crea ture to take our bait. There were no Bigfoot jokes. To us, the creature existed. It was flesh and blood and walking the perimeter of our sight; the outer edge of our hearing, {thought we would soon be mauled. I knew the creature couldn’t exist, but I knew it did. I had become an irrational believer. I suppose if Eric and I had gotten a picture of the creature, thousands of people would have rushed to capture it. They would have \nppcd it, caged it, stuck needles in it and probably killed It Or, nobody would have believed the photos we took were real. My journalism professors would have mocked me even more. My parents would have changed their name. My siblings would claim I was adopter! So I guess the trip did tum out a success I got to believe In the crea ture without huriing-ita.'id I won’t get accused of doctoring a photo. Driving back to Nebraska, I told Eric just how lucky we Nad been. He told me to shut up and slow down. " : * *" ■ I moved back out of the fast lane. Eric was right. Bigfoot and I don’t belong there. - ’ Bet N4wa Wa aewMtflliNM Mi a D*fly NMnSkm cohiatatt. editnciaL---— .-*ctigarawp.----- --, , __ jSkmtf staff editorials represent the cfftesal policy of the faR 1988 Daily Nebraskan. Pp9c,y is setby the Daily Nebraskan Editorial Board. Its members sat Amy Edwards, editor. Lee Rood, editorial page editor; Jane Hot. managing editor; Brandon . Loomis, associate news editor; Bob Nelson, columnist; Jeff Petersen, col umnist; Brian 5 voboda, columnist. Editorials do not necessarily re ' , ! it I! flea the views of'the university, its employees, the students or the MU Board of Regenu. ., Editorial columns represent the opinion of the author.