Appropriateness is subjective under First Amendment 

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By Marshall Myers

Divisive, polarizing and controversial are all words used to describe the current state of social issues in our country. I know what you’re thinking, “Oh no, not another Donald Trump article! We can’t keep up as it is.”

However, this piece is not about our president’s voracious tweeting habits, or the always present dramas that seem to follow him everywhere.  Rather, where does our First Amendment right to free speech end, and can someone take this expression too far?

But first, a look into some recent events.  About three weeks ago, a well-known and liked ESPN host, Jemele Hill, took to twitter to voice her opinions on our current president. Using terms like “white supremacist,” “ignorant,” and “bigot,” her tweets gained notoriety very quickly.

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This Is Us: New Season, Same Problems

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By: M.K. Killen

Season two of “This Is Us” premiered Sept. 26, and began in the same fashion as last season: the triplets’ birthday.  Watching each character grow over the past year left fans with a lot of questions and the season premiere did more to pique their curiosity than satisfy it.

The opening sequence was quite powerful.  A poem by William, Randall’s biological father, is punctuated by scenes from both past and present.

The triplets struggle to come to terms with their parents’ decision to take time apart.

Randall, exuding his self-proclaimed baby fever, is thriving in his new role as Mr. Mom, while Beth seems to struggle in silence.

Kate prepares for a musical audition with her biggest fan Toby there to give her encouragement.

Kevin lives the glamorous, albeit lonely, life of an LA actor while his ex-wife turned girlfriend waits back in New York.

Randall’s struggle with adoption and self-identity, while relevant, is recurring and takes a back burner to some of the other developments this episode made.

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I’m Gonna Leave You Anyway…

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By: M.K. Killen

Season four of FXX’s “You’re The Worst” kicked off Sept. 6, 2017, 10 months after the season three finale which dropped two consecutive bombshells on fans.  The first three seasons of the anti-romantic romantic comedy follow the budding relationship of two unlucky-in-love and all around terrible people Jimmy and Gretchen.

The seemingly self-aware narrative deals with the sordid lives of millennials in Los Angeles, who often serve as their own antagonists.

Covering themes like monogamy, domestic abuse, PTSD, clinical depression and the mystery of the human condition, the show makes use of the dark comedy popularized on the network by “Louie” and “Fargo.”  Though “You’re The Worst” is arguably more tame, it still contains scenes that cross the line from black comedy into just plain morose and bizarre.

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Editor Thanks Bonaventure Community

[All the ruined items being placed outside the Lazo’s house just two days after the Hurricane ripped through Rockaway – Photo by Ryan Lazo]

By Ryan Lazo, Co-editor in chief/feature columnist, @RMLazo13

If there was ever any doubt in my mind on whether I chose to attend the right university, there is no question I know the answer now.

St. Bonaventure University is a part of me forever after what occurred over the past week.

As most people know, my family and I were badly affected by Hurricane Sandy. We live in Rockaway Park in Queens, N.Y. My house sits one block away from Jamaica Bay and one block away from the beach and the Atlantic Ocean.

It’s a beautiful place to live, and I’ve cherished all my memories I have growing up in this tight-knit community.

However, Sandy changed everything.

The Category 1 hurricane roared into the peninsula and caused immediate havoc with a record storm surge of 10 to 12 feet. It immediately brought flooding to the area, and coupled with high tide and a full moon, the impact was devastating.

In the few times I was able to contact my family, they told me what was going on — flood water engulfing our entire first floor of the house and fires springing up all over my community.

I left for home as soon as I could and saw the damage first hand.

Everything was gone —My family’s clothes, furniture, my brother’s toys, DVDs and video games.

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The worst was cleaning up the photo albums which held pictures of my childhood, vacations and other cherished memories.

It hurt to see my mother immediately begin to cry as she watched my dad, my brother and me get to work and try to clean up the place that was once our home.

The boardwalk that brought tourists to our area and made it a must-travel summer destination, destroyed. Businesses gone in the blink of an eye, including my own father’s restaurant.

But then something unexpected happened.

Jim Mahar led BonaResponds to my community and, specifically, my home. The group, filled with some friends, Bona students and alumni, helped us clean it up in a matter of hours, tearing down walls, moving anything that could be salvaged and helping boost the morale of my family.

In addition to the immediate action of BonaResponds, my family and I were swarmed with texts, phone calls, messages and tweets from those within the Bona community reaching out with support.

And that support turned into a donation page, one that promised to help me and my family begin the recovery process.

In a time of need, the Bonaventure community showed its true colors.

It’s a community that is caring of each other, one that is not afraid to reach out and help those in need. Not only were they able to help me, but they were able to help my community, and the strangers we worked with quickly became family.

There are not enough words in the English language that can truly describe how thankful I am.

This university has not only given me an education and the tools to claim a job in the workforce — they gave me another family.

While a simple “Thank You” will not suffice for how much everyone within this amazing Bonaventure family has helped me, it truly is meant with all my heart.

The saying really is true — “Once a Bonnie, always a Bonnie.”

And I will never forget it.

[A video compilation of the damage Hurricane Sandy did to the Rockaways]

To the friends I now know I have …

The “Dear …” community column intends to provide the university an outlet to share a life struggle, dilemma and/or hardship and how the St. Bonaventure University community has helped them through it. 

To the friends I now know I have …

For a bright and lazy July day, death seems somewhat morbid as a topic of conversation. Regardless, a few of my fellow orientation leaders and I found ourselves sitting on the Shay-Loughlen porch chattering away on the subject. 

“I’m so lucky I’ve never lost a friend,” I remember saying in passing. 

Three hours later, however, I received a phone call that would prompt me to take back those words. 

Rich and I were friends through high school. When we were 16, he was a familiar face when I nervously started my first shift at McDonald’s. His annoyingly happy personality made flipping burgers tolerable. Almost. 

Rich always laughed and joked around, which often caused groans and eye rolls. Honestly though, it was impossible to hate him.

Later that July afternoon, we were again sitting on the porch at Shay-Lo when my brother called me and told me the news I least expected.

After fighting with his girlfriend, Rich decided to drive his car off the side of a treacherously winding mountain road outside of our hometown. Before he was ejected through the windshield, his car hit a tree from about eight feet off the ground.

Naturally, my first reaction was one of shock. From shock, it went to grief; from grief, to white-hot anger.

Finally, I felt loneliness. 

I was on campus for the month, away from family, away from anyone that knew him, away from people I could share this personal distress with. This emotional isolation crushed me even more.

Being the first time I can ever remember feeling I had nowhere to go, I just started walking.

But what was I walking away from?  Little did I realize strong friendships formed with my co-workers over the weeks of orientation. Some of these friends came after me and just sat with me, not speaking, patiently waiting for me to be ready to function.

These accepting, non-judgmental people focused on keeping the environment as normal as possible for me. Aside from that, I had orientation to focus on to keep me busy and allow me to be sad on my own time.

Nothing about Rich’s death is a good thing. For my own sake, though, it came at the right time. Nobody else knew him, but the support seemed like my co-workers and I experienced the same thing. Even better, it made me fully realize the depth of my newfound friendships.

I will never understand why he did what he did — probably why suicide is more difficult to accept than accidents. I will never come to terms with his logic, but I can come to terms with my emotions and try to forgive him. 

While I’m not yet all the way there, I’m much further along than I would be if I hadn’t had those people to help me during the hardest, initial part. Looking back, I would never have coped the same in a different setting.

I also realize how foolish I was for thinking I was alone. 

They say that time heals all. What I’ve learned is that friends — friends you didn’t even know you had — can help in the meantime. 


Andy Liuzzo, Class of 2014

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