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Voice your vote
Our generation needs to leave its X on ballots
It could be argued that the
government is systematically
screwing over our generation. And
we are, for the most part, permitting
take action, our
have to continue.
10 days to end it.
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have your last opportunity to register
to vote for the 1996 general election.
Voting is the voice of the people;
apathy is not.
If we, the 18- to 24-year-olds—
generation X, if you will—don’t
vote, we’re inviting the rape of our
Our future will be determined by
legislation being passed in the next five
to 10 years by government officials
elected by our parents and grandpar
If we don’t vote, “our representa
tives” and that legislation will not
reflect our interests. Our future
interests might not be safeguarded.
Our lives will be spent paying for
our grandparents’ and parents’ social
If we, the 18- to 24-year-olds —
generation X, if you will — don’t vote,
we’re inviting the rape of our future.” .
security checks. And guess what? By
the time we’re eligible, the social
security coffers will most likely be
Big business will have persuaded
the government to minimize environ
mental regulations, leaving our
children with only a fraction of the
clean water, forests and clean air
their crandnarents eninved
And education’s future is un
known. There are liberals and
conservatives who want to do away
with the Department of Education,
shift educational responsibility to the
states and then cut state funding to
schools in this era of belt-tightening.
Voting is our survival tool.
In 1994, only 42.3 percent of
eligible voters between the ages of
18-24 registered to vote. Only 20.1
percent of 18- to 24-year-olds
So what’s that really mean? Ac
cording to U.S. Census Bureau projec
tions, there were approximately 17
million 20- to 24-year-olds in the
United States, 20 percent of whom
voted in 1994.
That translates into about 3.4
million who actually voted.
Not to turn you off, but when our
parents were our age, they voted.
In 1964,50.9 percent of 18- to
24-year-olds went to the polls.
Maybe it was the political mood of
the time... JFK’s recent assassination
and the Johnson/Goldwater contest.
Who knows? But we could use a
little of whatever motivated them.
I cannot begin to understand why
my peers don’t vote. I know they
say, “my vote doesn’t matter.” But
you know what? It does! *
Collectively we can make a
There are 17 million of us who are
eligible to vote. If we could double,
even triple, the number of 18- to 2A
year-olds who vote, we would make
That would be 10.2 million
Register to vote if you haven’t
already. If you’re registered in
another precinct or state, register in
Lancaster county or request an
absentee ballot from home.
If you do need an absentee ballot,
call your county election commission
or your secretary of state. You can
get their numbers by calling directory
assistance or your parents—I’m
sure they’d be happy to help you out.
If you’re Internet-inclined, you can
find that information on the Internet.
In fact, up until last week, you could
actually register to vote on the Internet.
To register in Lincoln, you must
register in person at the Lancaster
Election Commission, which is
conveniently located near campus at
555 S. 9th, west of the courthouse.
Politicians won’t listen if you
They spend their time listening to
the people who put them in office.
They promote legislation that
benefits the people who voted for
You can control politicians.
Kennedy is a senior advertising
and broadcasting major and a
Daily Nebraskan columnist.
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No naked flesh and blood on stage, please
I thought my sister was going to
be naked in a play.
It doesn’t matter that what put this
idea in my head was an article that
said there would be no nudity in that
And never mind
the article didn’t
actors by name. I
was positive my
kid sister was the
As it turns
out, I had very
good reason to come to this delusion.
My sister is a student at UNK (the
college in question)^ She is also a
theater major and, as I found out,
acting in a play right now. When she
visited me a few weeks ago, she
mentioned what plays Kearney was
putting on this semester. “Tis a Pity
She’s a Whore” (the play in question)
was a title that really glued itself to
my memory. And she mentioned
& another play, the title of which I
forget. 1 think it’s called “Threshers,”
' or something like that, and it’s about
threshing, as in threshing Wheat. This
is the play that my sister is actually
in, which is relieving. I can’t imagine
all that many scenarios in which
people strip naked in order to get
their wheat threshing done.
I suppose a truly hip, ’90s kind of
brother would be. totally down with
any of his sister ’s artsy idiosyncra
sies. A politically correct brother
would say “rockon” to his sister’s
aesthetic appreciation of the human
form. But I’m more of a fidgety*
I suppose a truly hip, ’'90s kind of brother
would be totally down with any of his
sister’s artsy idiosyncrasies... But I’m
more of a fidgety-hung-up-stuttering
Woody-Allen kind of a brother.”
kind of a brother.
Normally I’m all for nudity in the
ater. I think there should be more of it.
I can distinguish between appropriate
and inappropriate uses of unclothed
actors. I’ve felt the bond between per
formers and audience that such un
yielding honesty can create. When I
watch a play, I see the characters liv
ing their lives costumed or
uncostumed. I don’t see actors saying
their lines. At least that’s what I do ide
ally — there Shave been certain times
when detachment from reality hasn’t
happened, such as when I see a bad
performance. Or when the play isn’t
very good. Or when my sister comes
trotting out onto stage.
That’s not a testament to her
acting ability, mind you. She’s quite a
talented actress. More often than not,
her characters have taken me out of
reality, but I’ve known her for all her
life and certain quirks she has will
occasionally peekoutand snap my
escaped imagination. Of course,
that’s not her fault, but if one of those
quirks happened while parts of her
I’m not usedto seeing were on stage,
I wouldn’t stand a very realistic ?
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chance of slipping back into the
realm of fantasy. I probably wouldn’t
want to either.
The last thing I want is to be
hypocritical about my liberal views
toward censorship. But what’s a
brother to do? All this anxiety over a
play in which my sister doesn’t even
perform and, not to mention, no ~
longer contains the director’s
Maybe it’s that lingering Puritan
influence on our country that keeps
me from a total biological noncha
lance. I don’t know if I’ll ever
transcend to the happy-go-lucky
beaches of the Mediterranean where
European families bound freely in
their altogethers, with their only
concerns being sandy juxtapositions.
And that’s fine with me.
Maybe part of my problem is the
fact that I don’t think of my sister as
being old enough to, I guess, be
eligible for those kinds of roles. 1
sometimes forget she’s even in
college, which must have to do with
the fact that she’s four years younger
than I. We haven’t been at the same
institutional level of learning since
elementary school. That’s so far past,
it barely seems that such a lime ever
I think a lot about getting older,
time catching up to me before I
accomplish certain aspirations. I can
see living to 100 and it not seeming
all that long. Four or five years ago, I
couldn’t even fathom being such an
age. I’m also losing that youthful
sense of immortality. (Is it premature
for a 22-year-old to do that?) Every
time the news reports a traffic
fatality, I always become hyper
concemed that the deceased is
someone I know. It turns out that I’m
a very lucky person. There hasn’t
been a single tragedy in my family.
All but one of my grandparents died •
of old age, and that’s pretty much all
the death that’s gone on. Maybe I
shouldn’t worry about tragedy and
count my blessings, but I can’t seem
to do that. This must be a sure sign of
ace setting in.
I have another sister who has
always seemed essentially the same
age as I, although she is two years
younger. But my youngest sister
doesn’t seem my age... yet. She’s my
last link to childhood.
She is the type of person who
would take a risque role if the part
were good. For that, I’m proud of
her. I support her, too. But if the
current mode of thinking at UNK
persists, she’ll probably never have a
chance to prove this paragraph
That, I can also live with.
Albracht is a junior philosophy
major and a Daily Nebraskan
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