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October 6, 12pm – 6pmBecoming Sculpture

by Kyle JonesEditor-in-Chief

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Currency is king in Morocco, camel rides for $1

by Reed StrengthStaff Writer

Smoking The Apple

In 2010 it was recorded that 47.3 mil-lion people live in the EU who were born out-side their resident coun-try. The majority of them, 20.2 million, were third-country nation-als (i.e. citizens of non EU countries), while the remaining 12.3 mil-lion were citizens of another Member State. In the spring of 2007 I travelled to Eu-rope for a tour of France and Spain with an ex-cursion to Morocco. The first part of the trip was spent mainly ex-periencing the obliga-tory tourist destinations and cultural explora-tion that awaits a young man the second time he ventures overseas. The Eiffel tower, the Louvre, Barcelona,

Royal Madrid and a slew of small ancient Moorish-Spanish cities to be tasted and gawked at, but the real adventure would not begin until, like my father 20 years before me, I crossed the straits of Gibraltar. The ferry left the Iberian Peninsula and headed towards Ceuta, Spanish Moroc-co. Much like what we left in Europe, Ceuta was the prime example of a coastal western in-fluenced Mediterranean port city. Beautiful vil-las lined the tops of breathtaking cliffs that plunged into the dark blue depths of the sea. But when we boarded a tour bus and crossed into Morocco the differ-ence was day and night. Paved road turn to dirt, hotels and shops were nowhere to be found, and the sense of west-ern comfort and civili-zation was a memory. Our would-be guide was a man with an unpronounceable Ara-bian name, instead he opted for us to call him Michael Douglas, after

Part One of a Three Part Series

S i n g e r- s o n g -writer Fiona Apple was arrested and charged for possession of mari-juana, after her tour bus was stopped at a Texas border patrol sta-tion on September 19. With the help of drug sniffing dogs, officers found 0.010 pounds of marijuana and 0.010 pounds of hashish in Apple’s tour bus. When ques-tioned about the drugs, Apple freely admit-

ted they were hers.The maximum pen-alty for possessing 0.1 pounds (45.4 grams) of marijuana in Texas is a Class B Misdemeanor, with a $20,000 fine, and up to 180 days in a coun-ty jail. Possessing 45.4 grams of hashish, on the other hand, is classi-fied as a Second Degree Felony, with a $10,000 fine, and two to 20 years of state imprisonment. The musician was booked and spent the night in the Hudspeth county jail, and was re-leased the next day after posting $10,000 bond. Her scheduled appear-ance at Austin City Limits in Austin, Texas was cancelled. The next night, when she per-formed at the Bayou

Music Center in Hous-ton, Apple told her au-dience about the arrest.Apple stated, “There are four of you out there, and I wanted you to know that I heard everything you did”. Apple went on to say that the behavior towards her from these people was “inappro-priate and probably il-legal”. The names and actions of the people were put into “two lockboxes” accord-ing to the singer, la-beled “holding cell one and holding cell two”.The singer threatened to use the information to make this person “f****** famous” if the person ever “asked”. The audience cheered, and Apple began her

set. On Monday, Rusty Flemming, the Officer of the Department of Public Information for the Hudspeth County Sheriff’s Department, sent Apple a letter. Flemming starts off with: “First, honey, I’m already more fa-mous than you. I don’t need your help”. The officer stated that her ar-rest “jump-started” Ap-ple’s career, and that she needn’t “bill him” for the attention. Flemming listed other celebrities that had been arrested for drug possession at the border, citing Snoop Dogg, Willie Nel-son, and actor Armand Hammer as examples. The letter ends with the acknowledg-ment of Apple’s tal-

ent, and asserts that for the sake of her fans and career, she should “just shut up and sing”. Three days later, at an appearance in New Or-leans, Apple again ex-pressed her thoughts to her audience. A p p l e apologized for how the “work we did is be-ing overshadowed by this bull s***”. Apple went on to express that the “lock boxes” she had alluded to at the Houston show were not real, and were merely an attempt “to make a parallel with the self”.In a recent Paste inter-view, Rusty Flemming stated that Apple hasn’t filed a formal complaint on how she was treat-ed. “Any time we have

somebody that makes an allegation of impro-priety of any kind, we want to get that person in front of the authori-ties. In this case, she had made the statement that it was possibly il-legal, she didn’t know. We wanted her to file a complaint and she didn’t before she left.”Apple is currently on tour through late Octo-ber. The singer has yet to make another state-ment about the arrest since the stop in New Orleans. According to Flemming, he isn’t sure of just what Apple meant to use against him in the mental lock-boxes: “I don’t have the decoder that it takes to decode the message for holding cell one or two”.

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news “The first duty of a newspaper is to be accurate. If it be accurate, it follows that it is fair.”

-Herbert Bayard Swope

by Matthew LordContributing Writer

Step Show Stomps Palmer Stage

Five Day Weather Forecast

Zeta Phi Be-ta's fifth annual Greek Unity Step Show com-petition was on Friday, September 28th, in Palmer Hall. Four of our campus' greek or-ganizations performed, including Alpha Delta Pi, Alpha Gamma Del-ta, Delta Gamma, and Lambda Chi Alpha. As a favorite event every year on campus, the au-ditorium was packed, bringing students to-gether for a good cause. The event was emceed by Birming-ham-native comedian and disc-jockey Jer-maine "FunnyMaine" Johnson. It was judged by two University of Montevallo staff mem-bers including the dean of students Dr.Dahle, as well as a Montevallo Middle School teacher, Ms.Jamaica, who is also a Zeta Phi Beta alumni.

Alpha Gamma Delta took the stage first with a tightly cho-reographed puppet-and-master routine, includ-ing both dancing and stepping. When they all walked on for the first time, three of the girls were wearing col-ored shirts, but by the end all were in black and white costume. Next was Lamb-da Chi Alpha dressed in all black with a strictly step only drill. Third to perform was Delta Gamma, bringing on the longest performance in zombie themed cos-tume. Alpha Delta Pi entered the stage last sporting purple bid day shirts and performing a jazz-age style number. All of the groups showed their pride by shouting chants while stepping. As a special treat, Jemison High School's step team and

by Savannah ChampionContributing Writer

An Editorial

byAndrew MeechumAssociate Editor

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We all did it. We were tested and given pass-ing scores based on our ability. We even carry around the proof in our pockets and our purses. We all have driver’s li-censes. So why is it that some days it seems the good folks here at the University of Mon-tevallo can’t park a car to save their lives? Everyday when I arrive on campus I’m treated to a wonderful sight; parallel parking spaces half filled with automobile (the other half spilling awkwardly into the street), parking lots with cars way over the dividing lines in front and to either side of them and a general apa-thy for the art of parking. Sure parking your car doesn’t sound hard. It doesn’t even sound like something we should concern ourselves with. But the chance for com-edy and insurance claims presents itself every day nonetheless. I have a great vantage point to watch people try and parallel-park from outside the Mass Communications building. Each day I am treated to the bro-ken leg ballet that is a young student trying

to parallel-park. I get to watch as they over-shoot their intended spot causing them to correct (usually it’s an over correction as well). The best part is watching people do the Austin Powers maneu-ver of moving back-wards and forwards, each time turning the wheel hard left or right, in the hopes that each small adjustment will get them closer to perfection. It won’t. The end result is usually a car with one end or the other sticking into traffic. Truly great masters are those that manage to be perfectly centered in the spot, but are only occupy-ing the outside third of the spot. On occasion I can find a car with one or both tires rubbing against or flat out sit-ting on the sidewalk. Perhaps my fa-vorite part of nearly every car parked on the hill of College Drive is the orientation of the wheels. Standard parking procedure for hills is thus (pay atten-tion now); when fac-ing up-hill turn your wheels out ( \ \ ), when facing down hill turn your wheels in ( / / ). Doing this will cause your car to turn into the sidewalk as opposed to into traffic or rolling into the ve-hicles at either end of you should your brakes fail. If you insist on parking on a hill and keeping your wheels straight, don’t come

calling to me when you have to pay for repairs to someone else’s car. Some students know they aren’t any good at parallel parking and wisely choose to find a spot in one of the parking lots. Yet, inept-itude rears its ugly head once again in these bas-tions of parking bliss. While the mis-takes aren’t filled with comedic joy the way parallel parking mis-takes are, they are frus-trating all the same. We are all aware which parking spaces we can use based on the bright colors used to paint each lot. Yet, some people refuse to be “boxed in”. The aver-age parking space is nine feet wide and 19 feet long; more than enough space to fit a car or truck…right? I’m sure I’m not the only one to finish class and find my car has been the unlucky vic-tim of someone else’s pitiful parking. Surely you too have returned to your car only to find that you should have packed a can opener when you left the house, because that’s the only way you’re getting in. Parking is sim-ple. They even put lines on the ground to show you where to go! So buck up Montevallo. Go to an empty park-ing lot and practice for a bit this afternoon so that you can show off your parking skills to everyone. Or don’t, I could use a good laugh.

The Dark Knight Returns tells the story of an aging Bat-man coming out of re-tirement. He is old, but not feeble; he still has a

the Sigma chapter of Phi Beta Sigma from Miles College per-formed while the crowd awaited the results. Af-ter the high school's team finished, there was no mistaking they were the favorites of the night when they received a standing ovation with-out even participating in the actual competition. In the end, as the only male group to compete, Lambda Chi Alpha deservingly took first place. For the girls, Delta Gamma took third place, Alpha Delta Pi re-ceived second, and Al-pha Gamma Delta were crowned the winners. All proceeds went to March of Dimes, an organization that supports families of babies with birth defects and is one of the three foundations that the Tau Pi chapter of Zeta Phi Beta contributes to.

Classic Graphic Novel Gets Animated

lot of fight left in him. The book is one of the most famous Batman stories and has been a fan favorite for years. So it is not surprising that it was made into an animated feature. DC has been popping out animated features regu-larly targeted towards older audiences. Though it is one of their better releases, it’s not perfect. The two part re-lease allows for more

time to tell the story; considering the graphic novel is around two hundred pages this move makes sense. Part one fills up the first hun-dred pages with the sec-ond being the other half. While this gives more time to tell the story it does not feel rushed, but flows from scene to scene. The plot is solid and engaging to watch, but it misses a major part of the sources charm. One of the best

things about Frank Miller’s graphic novel was the gritty art. His art style gave a gloomy feel to the original work. The Gotham that he drew looked dirty and dark; it fit the mood of the story perfectly. The heavy use of blacks and grays further set the mood for the whole piece. This was not the case with the animated feature it was simply too bright, too clean and too polished. The fact that

the animation was well done almost took away from the story. It gave the whole animated fea-ture a sugar coated feel. Other than the sugar coated feel it still had a nice bite to it. Batman was still a pissed off old man itch-ing to get back in the fight. The Batman of the Dark Knight Re-turns is older, meaner and far more brutal. He snaps bones and cracks skulls of thugs’

decades younger than him. The graphic novel is a masterpiece, and the animated retelling did a decent job overall. Other than the animation being a little too bright the movie is great. If you are a Batman fan it is a must see, if you’re not al-ready a fan it may not be for you. The Dark Knight Returns is more for the hardcore fan than anything else. We give it 4.2 out of 5.

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Election 2012

Old white people are pissed off, its no sur-prise, the electrified Tea Party has been telling us so for the past year and a half now. Early in Mitt Romney’s campaign it seemed he had accom-plished rallying those on the right to his cause, but as Election Day nears closer, just five

Whether you think it’s a travesty or just the way of things, politicians make prom-ises they can’t keep. Some are big and we know they won’t hap-pen; others are small and give us hope that change is possible. Either way, politicians have shown time and time again

Presidential Promises byAndrew MeechumAssociate Editor

that hoping for change and enacting change in Washington are two very different beasts. So how does our cur-rent president measure up when compared to his campaign promises? With Election Day only 37 days away perhaps it’s time to look at what President Obama has accomplished in

his first term as com-pared to what he said he would accomplish. C a n d i d a t e Obama promised a re-peal of the Defense of Marriage Act, which defines marriage as be-tween one man and one woman. The act was signed into law in 1996 by then President Clin-ton. As of today the law still stands and save for a personal endorsement for gay marriage from Obama, nearly noth-ing has been done by the current administra-tion to remove the act Obama prom-ised to close down the facility at Guantanamo Bay while campaigning in 2008. Today the fa-cility is still running and houses over a 150 de-tainees. many of whom haven’t been formally charged. Currently no plans are in place to close, move or other-wise change the facility. The big test for any president is how they handle Con-gress. Being able to

effectively work with and compromise with members of Congress can make or break a president. The abil-ity to fulfill campaign promises, enact change and increase the hope of the American people rests with the presi-dent and his aptitude for bipartisan politics. During his first campaign Obama said he and Vice President Biden would, "turn the page on the ugly parti-sanship in Washington, so we can bring Demo-crats and Republicans together to pass an agenda that works for the American people." According to a report by USA TODAY, which analyzed con-gressional records dat-ing back to 1947, this Congress is on track to be the least productive Congress in decades having only passed 61 bills out of 3,914. While Obama can’t be blamed outright for the gross inaction of Con-gress, he didn’t fulfill his

promise of ending parti-sanship in Washington. Today we are faced with a Congress so divided by partisan politics that they have passed less than 2% of legislation brought before them.Perhaps Obama’s big-gest success is the Pa-tient Protection and Affordable Care Act, commonly known as Obama care. Many ar-guments have been made for and against Obama Care, but Dr. Barbara Bellar, a candidate for the Illinois State Senate, sums up the act in one (very long) sentence:“We are going to be gifted with a healthcare plan we are forced to purchase and fined if we don’t, which purported-ly covers at least 10 mil-lion more people with-out adding a single new doctor but provides for 16000 new IRS agents, written by a committee whose chairman says he doesn’t understand it, passed by a congress that didn’t read it but exempted themselves

from it and signed by a president who smokes, with funding admin-istered by a treasury chief who didn’t pay his taxes, for which we will be taxed for four years before any benefits take effect by a govern-ment which has already bankrupted social se-curity and Medicare all to be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese and financed by a country that’s broke.”The question in the upcoming election shouldn’t be who to vote for; it should be whether or not Obama deserves a second term. His inability to reconcile bipartisan pol-itics on Capitol Hill has limited his ability to en-act the change he cam-paigned on. If his first term is any indication of how he will approach the job in a second term, it falls to the people to decide if his actions, or lack thereof in some instances, are suit-able to keep this coun-try moving forward.

What is the Key to Mitt’s Success? by Kyle JonesEditor-in-Chief

weeks to go to be exact, has he managed to cap-tivate and hold on to the grassroots movement? Besides the ob-vious glaring stains on Romney’s record re-cently, the misunder-standing as to why air-plane windows do not roll down and somehow his face getting brown-

er before appearing on Univision, the Rom-ney campaign has also been lacking elsewhere. A less than splendid national con-vention in Tampa, that provided us with an American cinema icon and noted Republican talking to an empty chair and a speech from running mate Paul Ryan that left him as noth-ing more than a name on shirts and stickers. Let’s not for-get his wonderful re-ception when he vis-ited our closest allies during the Olympics. But these events and mistakes are merely minor gaffes that can be looked past right? Rachel Maddow pointed out recently on her show that even the party supporters as a whole aren’t seeing eye to eye. Conserva-tive radio show host Michael Savage said, “The issue that’s trou-

bling me is Ann Rom-ney. I don’t like the prominence that she is taking. She is enjoying herself a little too much. She is not doing him a service, as far as I am concerned, by playing such a prominent role. “ Maddow para-phrasing Frank Rich said, “What fox news represents right now is the Romney campaign, sometimes literally the Romney campaign, the campaign advisors are on the payroll at Fox giving you analysis of the campaign that they work for, which is very very tidy.” Dana Loesch had this to add on her show back in August, “As someone who’s grassroots, I really get ticked off whenever I talk about the battle be-tween the Establishment and grassroots, and I’m told it doesn’t exist. I’m constantly told that ‘No, you’re just being a

drama queen.’ I’m told, ‘No, you’re just mak-ing stuff up.’ ‘No, no, it’s happy, and we’re all getting along. You need to stop talking about crap like this be-cause we’re supposed to have unity.’ I am told that every single week.” It seems those on the right can’t come to an agreement, how will this effect Rom-ney’s campaign, his closest supporters sug-gest looking forward to the upcoming debates. “Come Thursday morn-ing, the entire narra-tive of this race is go-ing to change,” New Jersey Governor Chris Christie said on NBC’s “Meet the Press.” “You saw the change in those polls happen very quick-ly, and I’m here to tell you this morn-ing it can happen very quickly back the other way,” Christie added. “And I think

the beginning of that is Wednesday night, when Governor Romney, for the first time, gets on the same stage as the president of the United States, and people can make a direct compari-son about them and their visions for the future.’’ It seems Repub-licans are banking on a good showing against President Obama, which is in fact true, if not necessary for Mitt Romney to regain his footing and to convert or convince supporters. If the election were held today, an As-sociated Press analysis shows Obama would win at least 271 elec-toral votes, with likely victories in crucial Ohio and Iowa along with 19 other states and the District of Columbia. Romney would win 23 states for a total of 206.

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Southern Rawk at its Finest

by Matt SanderlinArts & Culture Editor

Photo:Reed Strength

Monday, October 1st, 2012

Three short years ago, British sensa-tions Mumford & Sons arrived on the scene, making lots of noise and very quickly attract-ing a lot of fans. Their debut album, Sigh No More, topped charts for an obscene number of weeks, and still con-tinues to sell well, de-spite its three-year age. Marcus Mum-ford and his band of traveling (but unre-lated) brothers return for a second proffer this year with Babel, which is essentially

Bar shows are tough venues to over-come for a band. Often times, the patrons at the show are more con-cerned with their drinks than the bands in front of them. True, a few dedi-cated followers are of-ten there, if it’s close to their hometown at least. They stand near the front, trying to incite the rest of the crowd to dance and cheer with them. Sometimes, they’re merely anoth-er form of entertain-ment for the rest of the crowd, especially after one too many beers. This is what lo-cal Montevallo band Giants and Toys had to overcome on Fri-day night, when they

by Reed StrengthStaff Writer

Mumford & Sons-Babel

Sigh No More Part II. The basic prin-ciples upon which Sigh No More was found-ed - Simple melodies, busy instrumentation, severe dynamics - Are subsequently the cor-nerstone composition methods used in Babel. Leader Marcus Mumford sings often of epic notions, and flaunts a substantial amount of key "emotional" words and phrases - "God," "love," "believe," "un-born child," "forgive," etc - But he does so by simply mention-

ing these things in their simplest form. Instead of paint-ing the listener a rich picture (or even really a picture at all), Mar-cus is content with the quick-and-easy route of name-dropping and surface emotion. Dynamica l ly, the band frequently finds themselves either whispering or yelling, with not too much fall-ing in between. The typical pro-gression is a gradual build from very quiet to very loud. Some listen-

ers might find this leap between dynamic ex-tremes a thrill-ride; but after only a few tracks, this becomes a tired and predictable technique that even die-hard fans will begin to pick up on. The band also seems to only know one particular rhyth-mic pattern - A 4/4 time signature, at around 120 beats per minute. The twelve songs very quickly be-gin to sound like one an-other, with no stark dif-ferences between them, even with each mem-

ber supposedly being a "multi-instrumentalist." Lack of me-lodic differentiation also plagues the record - the chorus of "Lovers' Eyes" sounds blatant-ly identical to that of "Ghosts that We Once Knew," and verses all throughout the record sound pretty similar. P r o d u c t i o n work is unsurprisingly respectable, coming from the über-talented Markus Dravs, who previously produced Arcade Fire's brilliant Suburbs album. His

fine work - while giv-ing the instrumentation a warm, natural mix - isn't quite enough to save this record, though. Passionate fans will probably enjoy Ba-bel for a few spins (or will enjoy a handful of particular songs) but its lack of long term value will likely deter ca-sual and new listeners. If you are look-ing for some meaty, modern folk, give Fleet Foxes a Google search. You'll find no disap-pointment there, unlike here with this Babel-ing.

opened up for Gringo Star and The Whigs at Zydeco in Birmingham. Before the band went on stage, lead singer Mike Messina had expressed anxi-ety when he heard the Whigs sound check. This was the band’s first time opening up for a professional, signed band and presented a potential stepping stone in their career. Giants and Toys opened with “Blue Cars”, the first song from their new “Strand” EP. While the perfor-mance was solid, the band looked nervous; the red coated jumping bean that is normally rhythm-guitarist Jack Kish was stationary, as

the band seemed to fo-cus more on playing the song than performing. Messina and drummer Chris Estes were the only mem-bers to look relaxed, as the band plowed through cuts from the EP and their self-recorded first album.It was during the song “This Town” (normal-ly about Montevallo, but according to Mes-sina “tonight it’s about Birmingham”) that something changed: the band loosened up, smiles broke across the member’s faces. They took the stage by storm from there on, with the slow burn of “What Ends Well” and the anthemic

“Whoa-oh-oh-OH’s” of rocker “Johnny” win-ning the crowd over, and the Whigs spy-ing backstage as well. Next was Grin-go Star, a band out of Atlanta. The group took the stage with thunder-ing riffs surprising the still chattering audi-ence into attention. The band was made up of two brothers, Peter and Nicolas Furgiele, bass-ist Chris Kaufmann, and a replacement drummer filling in for Pete DeLorenzo. Once dubbed “The Hardest Working Band in Atlanta”, the group’s escalating indie success has taken a nose dive, as evidenced in the dramatic trailer to their

2009 tour documentary. This faint brush of success seemed to leave the band a little cold at first, as they stared over the small crowd’s heads and plowed through blister-ing garage rock tunes. The band played instrumental musical chairs between songs, as Nicolas Furigele and Chris Kaufmann nearly knocked their instru-ments into each other swapping bass and guitar between songs. The two broth-ers seemed to be the main songwriters, with the rest of the band providing back up vo-cals where needed.Peter’s songs were rougher, his Ricken-

backer guitar and Ray Davies like voice add-ing a classic rock crunch to the band’s sound. His songs ranged from the organ creep of “Shadows”, reminiscent of old school psych bands, to stompers like “Make You Mine”. His brother, Nicolas, sang straighter numbers with a shrill sneering voice, reminis-cent of The Walkmen’s Hamilton Leithauser. The “ah-ah-ah” backed chorus of cruncher “You Want It” seemed to be a crowd favorite.What was interesting was how each member handled their swapped instruments with such

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IMMIGRATIONcontinuedthe famous American actor, which he claimed he shared a likeness to. To his credit,he did, enough so to make you wonder why he was tak-ing foreign white tourist on a tour of his country instead of starring in North African remakes of American cinema. We began our journey with Michael Douglas as we head-ed towards the city of Tetouan. In the hour or so it took to arrive I witnessed some of the most beautiful moun-tain scapes I have ever seen. It crossed through the plains-like desert and jutted upwards, the tallest thing for miles, the mountain range commanded attention. A range that went for miles, it co-existed with the sky and earth to display every sin-gle color imaginable. Intermixed with this beauty were what looked like scenes from a CNN broadcast of the war in the Middle East, dilapidated buildings, no sign of civilization or life save for the lone man walking beside a

RAWKcontinuedpersonality; Chris Kauffman played thud-ding bass, but feedback screeching guitar so-los, and Nicolas played crunched power chords on his guitar, and groovy, fluid bass lines. Despite this variation, there was a detached mood that the members expressed to the crowd; there was something in their per-formance that spoke of punching a time clock.The crowd liked their tunes well enough, with a young lady behind me saying half to the band, half to herself “No, play more! Infinite!”. Although warmly re-ceived, they half-heart-edly thanked the Whigs for bringing them, and finished their set, play-ing hard, but never seeming to break loose.The Whigs, a band of Georgian “Long Hairs”, had a very dedicated fan in the crowd, a tattooed, Iron Maiden shirted vet-eran rocker, complete with biker ‘stache and backwards cap. When the band walked on the stage and picked up their instruments, sing-er and guitarist Parker Gispert gave a friendly “Hey y’all” to alert that they were about to start. The ‘stached cat let out a drunken “Woo!”, and placed himself right in front of the band, ready to “rawk” old school.With a cannon blast from skins basher Julian Dorio, the band rock-eted into their set. Park-er’s guitar was an abso-lute siren, with feedback subtly screeching under-

cart pulled by a goat. This seemed like a for-gotten world, or a civili-zation in a former epoch. After about 40 minutes we had the op-tion to get off the bus, stretch our legs, take pictures, and for a dol-lar, euro or whatever else you had, you could ride a camel. I paid my dollar, rode around in a circle, had my picture taken for another dol-lar and then hopped off. All this for only two dollars, I had a sense of accomplish-ment and thriftiness, as the other travelers were all paying in euro, I felt I had come out on top. But it was in this situ-ation when I started to notice something was odd. Our trusty guide Michael Douglas was barking out what seemed like orders and directions to the camel handlers and photog-raphers. Usually this could be explained as he was trying to get us a good deal or to insure our safety, but there was something about his tone and demeanor, he seemed almost like he

was the authoritative figure, and the men all regarded him as such with their responses and body language. His face turned from frus-tration to humbleness as he motioned us all to get back on the bus, as we were almost to Tet-ouan and the medina. A medina is a traditional marketplace in North African and Middle Eastern cultures. The medina was more like a labyrinth than the open marketplaces we are accustomed to in the western world. Small alleyways packed with vendors selling dyes, toy camels made from camel hair or ivory. Small children who ob-viously anticipated our arrival run down the packed alleys with their hands out, shouting in their language, eventu-ally patting the tourist pockets and tugging at their bags. Then Mi-chael Douglas swoops in to protect his fol-lowers and forces the children away with the same tone he used with the camel handlers. We are shown specific

booths and encouraged to buy things, while if we dally at others we were escorted away, which indicated an-other peculiar part of our journey. Even a local man dressed in a traditional costume was bullied away when caught taking pictures with some of our group. We were taken to a traditional spice shop and a rug shop where we were given demonstrations of spic-es which would give our food an exotic flavor, or a root that would clear our sinuses, rugs that could not be burned or cut easily with a knife. It was all a show, mean-while Michael Douglas was constantly on the phone or slyly shaking hands with shop owners and shady characters. When the tour was over we all piled back on the bus. Tired and confused from our day long excursion we headed back to Span-ish Morocco. I slept for most of the ride back to the border but was awo-ken when we stopped unexpectedly. Michael

Douglas assured us it was only a minor delay. The minor delay turned into a 45 minute de-lay. Peering out the windows we could see our guide and one oth-er man arguing with Spanish military at the border. In what I sus-pected to be a move to distract us, an Arab man walked up and down the aisle with printed pictures of tourists on camels from earlier in the day, once again ac-cepting only a dollar or euro for his wares. The tactic seemed to work for most all of the gullible tourists, not me though. After watching 45 minutes of arguing and a heavily padded handshake to a Spanish official from our guide Michael Douglas I re-alized that we were not alone on the bus, there was someone onboard that wasn’t supposed to be. With a wave and a smile, soldiers pocket-ing something in their hands and no passport stamp, we were back in European territory.Spain's enclaves in northern Morocco are

initial targets for many migrants. The main aim of migrants is to reach European soil - be it mainland Europe or the Spanish enclaves of Ceuta and Melilla or islands in the Atlantic and Mediterranean. As the closest European country to the African continent, Spain is on the frontline for ille-gal migration. From there, migrants often make their way to oth-er European countries.Legislation and protest are on the rise within the EU and other parts of Europe concerning illegal immigration. As well as pro-nationalist parties and leaders gar-nering support in their respective countries like France’s Marine Le Pen who won close to 20 percent of the vote in a French poll. With the increase of illegal im-migration in Europe on the rise, the horizon of European politics will center around it, sure to be met with back-lash from both sides, considering almost all immigrants com-ing from North Africa are of the Islamic faith.

neath his southern rawk riffs. Dorio and Gispert seemed to fight for the right to be the loudest.The drummer almost seemed possessed at times, his hair float-ing above him like some sort of demon-ic, clawing spirit that commanded him to make war with his kit.When he could tear himself from the mike, Gispert would hop on one foot towards Dorio, challenging him with searing solos and riffage. Not that Dorio paid any attention; he couldn’t. His head was down, his arms hammers.Bassist Timothy Deaux added his own thuds to the noisy wall, but his job seemed to be to ground the band with his steady basslines….not that he didn’t jump when he caught the chance.Despite the ruckus, Gispert's ragged vocals were surprisingly clear. Resembling a cross be-tween Neil Young and Nathan Williams from Wavves, the South-ern rock moniker was evident in his lyrical quotes. Some were defiant and proud (“I don’t care what your old man thinks”), others were of a passed down wisdom (“you can cel-ebrate my art/you can shoot me in my heart”).Despite the The Whig’s Southern roots, they could give noise rock bands a run for their money. During “In the Dark Cut” and “Dying”, what started as a slow chant (“It used to be right in front of me/but

now it’s gone”) turned into a full-fledged feed-back freak-out. Gispert was brought to his knees as he called a wall of distortion from his Tele-caster. He provided the lightning, as Dorio pro-vided clattering thun-der, using cloth tipped soft sticks to provide extra boom to his fills. ‘Stache cat ate all of it up, calling the lyr-ics back to the band, fist raised in support. “Go Julian!!! Go Park-er!!” he would shout; these guys, at least to him, were his friends and comrades in some great struggle. The band seemed happy to oblige him, and any other member of the crowd hungry for downhome, deep fried music. A wav-ing flag seemed neces-sary for new album cut “Rock n’Roll Forever”, an old school anthem worthy of Skynyrd. “ D i d you guys see that first band? They were great”, Gispert said before he teased an encore. Off-stage, Mike Messina’s face lit up with pride. As the Whigs left the stage, shouts of “USA!” ema-nated from the crowd; an appropriate encore call if there ever was one. The band obliged quickly, as Gispert got behind a keyboard, and Deaux grabbed a gui-tar. The band played the most Southern cut of the night, a light, bloo-ze ballad; something Tom Petty could write in his sleep, but would be damn proud of.

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Team W-L-T Win% PF PA TOT PTS1 Alpha Kappa Lambda 6-0-0 1 87 33 302 Highland House 4-0-0 1 48 20 203 Alpha Tau Omega 3-2-0 0.6 61 53 154 Lambda Chi Alpha 2-4-0 0.33 40 57 105 Flint Tropics 1-5-0 0.17 40 72 56 Swag 0-5-0 0 36 77 0

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Outside Fences

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I ventured downtown in the city of Bergen, Norway. Af-ter checking my local haunts for familiar fac-es and coming up dis-appointed, I decided to explore lesser-known parts of town. On my walk I began to hear music, a loud repetitive thud that vibrated down the street, muffled vo-cals of unrecognizable words, and a shrill sound reminiscent of guitars. So naturally I headed in that direction. What I found was Judas Priest, nes-tled next to Edvard Grieg Plass with a beautiful view of the mountain Ulriken lurk-ing in the background. I arrived at the end of an unfamiliar song, which happened to be the end of their set, but in ste-reotypical fashion it was only the beginning of a 30-minute encore. After a minute and a blast from the smoke machine, Rob Halford and the gang returned with "Hell Bent for Leather". After that it was decided, my spot for the remainder of the show would be right across the street with a perfect view of the stage, sharing the com-pany of others with the same idea and a home-less man who was set-ting bits of paper and

rubbish on fire in a small aluminum grill. Halford was dressed in his trademark biker hat and a jacket made of tinfoil that went down to his knees. The homeless man, to be expected, was extremely unshaven, wearing an assortment of clothes and old snow boots, waving a cucum-ber and an eggplant around in the air. The man bumped into the crowd carelessly, he was searching for something, and I suspected that nei-ther he nor I knew what he was looking for. The man was almost com-pletely oblivious to the spectacle around him; these were his streets, and his sidewalks. He proved his

point by making no ef-fort to move to the side, just shouldering people out of the way, smirk-ing and laughing at their disgusted faces, because he knew just as well as us that the smell would not be coming off. Assuming he found what he was looking for or simply that the grill was ready, he plopped down on a concrete medium that separated the roadway and began grilling his produce. A large egg-plant, a cucumber, a few small potatoes, some type of green vegetable but could have eas-ily been part of some-one’s garden shrubbery. The police paid no mind to him, neither did the people watch-ing the concert, an oc-

casional group of high school kids would stop and pose to take pic-tures with him and then run off giggling. But I found my-self paying more atten-tion to this man than the legendary aging rock stars of Judas Priest. I couldn’t help but think, who he was and how he became this way, was it by choice or a life-time of mental illness. Was this man free, he seemed to be able to do whatever he pleased but lacked the essential comforts of what makes us civilized. My conclu-sion was that he came to an epiphany early in his life, I like to think he chose this way in pure defiance of what was happen-

ing around him, some sort of savage protest.

But then the man pulled out a plastic recorder, like the ones most of us used in el-ementary school to play Mary Had a Little Lamb on. He began playing, or more so he began blow-ing and placing his fin-gers over random holes to create the shrillest but beautiful noise possible. It was like a mockery of the band, they were now playing back up to a man who lived on the streets, and in that moment he was the star, he was the one calling the shots. He showed them that dressing up in a cos-tume, being in your senior years and shred-ding on an instrument

was not unique to them. To wrap things up, the homeless man, nay prophet, began to profess, "Revolu-tion is now, and you stopped the wrong war! Revolution! End the World War!" as "Liv-ing After Midnight“ began and the crowd started to dissipate. Unfortunately it seems the choice was not his, an educated guess would point to the idea that the man had succumbed to mental illness, with no one there to help him. And as thou-sands of people walked by once again, not a one of them bent down to lend a helping hand.

by Kyle JonesEditor-in-Chief

The view of the City of Seven Mountains, Bergen, Norway Photo:Kyle Jones

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