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Moriah Hourigan
RaiderView

(Editor’s note: This column was used with permission from the RaiderView, a student newspaper at Lindsey Wilson College, where it was originally published on Oct. 11).

I am bi-racial. My mother is white; my father is black. My entire life, I have been exiled as the “other.”

I always had too curly hair and too dark of a skin tone to be friends with the white kids. I had hair that was too straight and skin that was too light to be friends with the black kids.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst, for they are sticking to their diets.”
- Unknown Author

Let’s face it. Fast food and diets don’t belong in the same sentence.

Still, I once developed a plan to limit my fast food intake and save money. It seemed foolproof but ended up backfiring on me.

There’s something about October that makes it just right for tales about the supernatural, the unexplained and things that go “bump” in the night. It makes you pull the covers over your head, check under the bed and double-check all your locks on the doors around the house when the moon is full and the wind is coldly blowing.

Still, everybody loves a good story that sends a few shivers down your back and make your neck hairs stand up.

The campaign bus from Crazyville came to town the other day and my congressman, Representative Muck Flim-Flam Schmuck, Jr., got off.

I’m proud to say that I voted for Schmuck when he first ran for congress.

Everybody says we’re lucky to have that Schmuck up in congress watching out for our interest. He’s the finest politician that money can buy, and believe me, I understand that lobbyists are buying all they can.