Author: Nick Gebbia

Dear Congressional “Leaders,” Please, no more—my frail heart just can’t take it. The whining; the bickering; the incessant finger-pointing. If it weren’t for the fact that my life is actually affected by your antics, I’d laugh. But it is, so I won’t. At first, I found it absolutely darling when

HvZ. Once a semester, these three simple letters transform a pristine college campus speckled with palm trees and flip-flops into a ghoulish battleground teeming with the living dead. The epidemic settles in, subduing any and all foolish enough to face its awesome power. Bandanas taut, chambers loaded and comrades gathered,

It was just past 10 p.m. on a calm Friday evening. Like everyone else filling the cushy theater seats around me, I was in full-on Harry Potter mode, my internal fury already brewing at the mention of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Just a few more previews remained before witches, wizards, and Death Eaters

I miss it. I miss the way it clung to my pillow as the morning sun prodded my tired eyes open. I miss the way it warmed my cheeks, protecting the soft skin now barren and vulnerable to the cold slap of a breeze. I even miss the way it

You can usually determine the quality of an apple by looking at the tree from which it came. Proposition 23 is a rotten apple from a depraved tree. Under the crafty guise of the “California Jobs Initiative,” Prop. 23 is nothing more than a filthy piece of legislation aiming to

Marijuana. Even as the word begins to take shape on one’s lips, a nationwide parental shudder is felt. The substance is illegal, while the topic is taboo. It’s no wonder that the groundbreaking legislation proposed in Proposition 19 has had such a polarizing effect on all those anxiously awaiting its

From stimulating the economy to reforming the healthcare system, Obamanomics has come under a critical public eye. Our big-name leaders have become big-time spenders. We, the people, have become wary. Such scrutiny of our leaders raises the question: What should government spending look like? At the state level, this is

Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s. No, I’m not telling you to return the pencil you borrowed in English class from that kid with the weird name. I’m speaking, of course, about taxes. In contemporary American society, paying taxes is as natural a part of life as watching reality TV

You enter the box, slap a few checkmarks next to the names of your favorite candidates—be it because they have great political platforms or just an inviting smile—and you’re done. This is voting. This is a representative democracy. But who’s representing you? More importantly, why are they representing you specifically?