Ft. Hood tragedy ‘terrorism’ debate is irrelevant

by Paul Smith

The recent tragedy at Ft. Hood in Texas where Major Nidal Malik Hasan, a Palestinian-American and Army psychiatrist, senselessly killed 13 people and wounded 30 others has inspired a ridiculous national debate of over the definition of terrorism.

Fox News (of course) recently ran a poll on its website asking whether the Ft. Hood tragedy was the worst act of terrorism since 9/11. The respondents overwhelmingly voted that, indeed, it was.

But, what the Fox News respondents and the other countless people currently engaging in this irrelevant national debate fail to realize, is that the Ft. Hood massacre does not reasonably fit any metric for classifying terrorism.

We could split hairs over semantics all day about what the word “terrorism” really means, but perhaps we should just go to official sources for the definition.

The United States Law Code currently defines terrorism as “premeditated, politically motivated violence perpetrated against noncombatant targets by subnational groups or clandestine agents.”

The Department of Defense’s Dictionary of Military Terms defines terrorism as “the calculated use of unlawful violence or threat of unlawful violence to inculcate fear; intended to coerce or to intimidate governments or societies in the pursuit of goals that are generally political, religious, or ideological.”

The evidence so far suggests the Ft. Hood tragedy does not even come close to fitting these criteria.

There is no evidence to suggest Hasan was a “clandestine agent” or part of a “subnational group.” And while he may have been partly motivated by religion, there is no evidence to suggest he intended to coerce or intimidate government or society.

The Ft. Hood incident actually has far more in common with the U.S. Postal employee workplace shootings that used to occur than with any form of terrorism.

The only reason the word “terrorism” is being batted around is because Hasan was a Muslim and his victims worked for the military.

Now, do I think religion was a large part of Hasan’s reason for going on this senseless rampage? Absolutely – I think the evidence suggests his mind was poisoned by religion to a large extent, but religion is certainly not the only excuse people have to go on killing sprees.

Hasan was also a psychiatrist who had to constantly hear about the horrors his fellow soldiers experienced at war and the difficulty of post traumatic stress they had to deal with once they returned.

Hasan was about to be spent to Afghanistan, and his fear of being deployed coupled with the psychological perils he experienced because of his religion caused something inside him to snap.

It was a sickening and horrific act of violence that should be condemned by all – but there is no current evidence to suggest it was an act of terrorism.

Ultimately, I fail to understand why we’re even having this debate. Let’s say we do find out that Hasan committed this terrible act because he was politically motivated, had some sort of tangentially related co-conspirators egging him on, and was hoping to intimidate the American populace and change government policy – so what?

Well, then we could certainly call this terrorism, but does it really matter? Would it in any way change the way we look at this tragedy just because we used a different word to describe it?

I fail to comprehend why are so many are insisting we call this terrorism. I find something about this insistence not only strange, but a bit disturbing and disgusting.

The Ft. Hood tragedy is the story of a man who snapped, just like every other mass shooting that has taken place. People are obviously free to call it whatever they want, but to engage in this debate and insist we must call it terrorism is a myopic distraction and does a disservice to the people who died that day.

It was a tragedy by any definition – any everything else in this debate is just pointless semantics.

Whatever happened to manners?

by Justin Otto

As I live my life day to day, I am faced with this question. This is an especially perplexing question as I am from Pensacola, FL – which, in case you aren’t up to date on your geography, is in the Southeastern United States.

The reason I bring this up is because of a phrase that is thrown around a lot, but is very seldom actually put into action these days by the majority of the population in this Podunk hamlet. The phrase is Southern Hospitality, but what it really boils down to is having a sense of manners.

I am still a “yes, sir,” “no, ma’am” type of guy. I hold doors for people; I say “thank you” and “you’re welcome.”

I also notice that it is very often that I hold a door for someone and don’t get the obligatory “thank you” for my efforts… I mean, is it that hard to stop for 1.8 seconds and say “thanks?” It took me longer to hold the door than it takes just to say it.

I see motorists stranded on the side of the road very often, and while I don’t ALWAYS stop to help them, I have been known to change a tire or two for random strangers.

Maybe it’s just me. Maybe the people that were brought up with some sense of actual morality are a dying and finite breed.

Have you ever gone over the Bob Sykes Bridge and just paid for the person behind you as well? Well, I have. And it only cost me one extra dollar to make someone’s day – one dollar to show someone that not everyone out there is a self-absorbed automaton. Most of you people spend more than that on your morning triple cream macchiato with a raspberry splash or whatever the hell kind of coffee you people drink nowadays.

It gets especially bad around this time of year when people have the Kris Kringle-lust in their beady eyes and start drooling like the loup-garou at the sight of whatever the new big seller of the season is as you kick and claw your way through the lines of other delightful shoppers with the same “Christmas Spirit.”

Is it that hard to just be nice to people? I’m no Christian, so I won’t go espousing Christian theology at you, but is it so hard to live by the maxim: “do unto others as you would have done unto you?”

Would you like to be stranded on the road without help or have a door unceremoniously slammed in your face for no other reason than the person in front of you just doesn’t care? I wouldn’t think so, but I’m not you. I’m me.

So this Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza or whatever strange yuletide holiday you get to suffer through with your family and friends, just endeavor to be a little nicer. And mean it. Hold a door for someone; don’t get into a fit of blind rage in a traffic situation; just be a moral human being for once. It’s really not that hard, and at the end of the day you might actually feel like a better person for it. I can’t guarantee that, but it might just work.

I suppose this is what happens in a town that thinks it is far larger than it actually is and tries to be “progressive.” People change as the times change, and people lose sight of what is really important. What makes a town are the people, and at this point most of you make me sick. But that’s just my opinion.

What am I doing at Sluggo’s?

by Timm Schowalter

I was trapped in a room full of 50 or so other kids that would look like aliens compared to the button-down oxford-type so typically exemplifying our species. I could find no way to escape, which was incredibly ironic because the only thing I could focus on was the filthy half-glowing “exit” sign precariously perched at a dangerous angle over the backdoor.

The hopeless green saucer lights hanging from the walls (that prehistoric uncultured Pensacolians decided many years ago was the only hip way to facilitate light in a place that prides itself as such a pop-culture hotspot; in other words, a vegan restaurant) did nothing but wash everything and everyone in a vomit haze.

But there it was: EXIT.  Screaming as if the neon wanted to explode out of the letters and consume this little shenanigan being labeled as a show.  It was the one thing I wanted and the one thing I could not have.

This highway of thought stretched out before me like a zoo lion watching little children walk past its cage.

Some creature disguised as a girl was on the stage.  She was all alone.  No - I was all alone.

She and all the other people here were in the same place, something they’d consider to be musical nirvana. And although all these snobby scene kids may have been in harmonious Elysium, I saw no golden fields.

She was the only person on stage. Ill Ease was the apropos name of the girl’s band (if you can call it that).  She was probably about 25 years old, wore a camo shirt and had hair that was so unkempt only Bigfoot could love it.

Her voice was a hyperactive raspy monotone shout that will cause linguists 1000 years from now to quit their jobs. And she kept saying things in between songs that only made sense to the well inebriated in the crowd.

She used a looping-pedal that allowed her to record what she played over a certain amount of time and then repeat it over and over again.  Basically she would pick up an instrument, get a riff going, and then move on to another one. It was like watching a mad scientist create sonic poison.

“What am I doing here,” I thought.  This was terrible - on par with what Beethoven might have thought of a Nickelback concert.

“ANDREW!  What’s up man?” someone said from the crowd.

“Timm,” I replied.

“Oh, you’re right, man.  Andrew’s my name.  I’m so drunk right now I called you my name.”

A friend (well sorta) I had known for the past four years had just addressed me by his own name. Later on it dawned on me that this is the guy currently leading the bike rides around police stations protesting the death of Victor Steen.

“Is this what music is coming to?” I thought.

I was boiling over with frustration, because not even half an hour before, I was watching an excellent two-man band, The Evergreens, play on the very stage that was now being desecrated by Ill Ease.

The most subtle drummer (who informed me afterwards that he was only 17 years old) I’ve come across in quite some time was hashing it out on his two-piece drum set beneath the gorgeous vocals and simple guitar of his musical counterpart.

The two guys were so plain. They weren’t using some crazy pedal to create some kind of pseudo music that isn’t worth the effort it took to create, and you could easily understand what they said without having to down the Pabst Blue Ribbon everyone in the Sluggo’s crowd is so fond of. They were just playing guitar and drums, and it was working for them.

But, unfortunately, what wasn’t working for them was the crowd.  Consisting of me, a good friend, some drunk dude making a fool of himself, and the singer’s girlfriend with a few of her friends, the eight-person crowd was not accomplishing much to encourage the hopes of this un-dynamic duo.

I thought, “How does something so good procure such a small crowd, while something so terrible gets the attention of a horde of needy college students?”

While pondering this question, trapped somewhere between the exit sign, cross-dressers and the most unpleasant sound-waves my ears had ever endured, a small beautiful pinprick of light tore through the puke mist of the stage-room at Sluggo’s, and I came to a realization.

I was witnessing the answer to my query: The crowd for Ill Ease may have been large, but, man, did they suck. The awful music was getting the awful crowd it deserved.

The bimbo in the corner accidently bumping the guy next to her private parts and then laughing it off with a careless, “Whoops!” certainly was not intellectually sound enough to engage in the beauty of subtlety, nor was the goon next to her who took the initiative to scoot in a little closer to his bird-brained new friend.

After my epiphany had faded I beheld the most uplifting scene thus far.  The one-woman-band of Ill Ease was breaking down her equipment and getting off the stage.

While this was going on, two new dudes were setting up some drums and a piano.  This awkward instrument combination sparked my interest.

Making a few calculations about the congested environment, I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, so I might as well just stick around.

Due to the crowd preventing me from escaping, I was able to bear witness to some totally enigmatic music.

These guys played some amalgamation between chip-tune (music that sounds like old 8-bit video games) and the melancholic synthesized electro-pop of the band HEALTH, or imagine Radiohead meets Nintendo, if you will.

Although it was, at times, repetitive and a little underdone, the chord progressions and vocal extremities paired up with the intricate simple drumbeats was something that made your insides melt and start to drip out of your eyeballs.

Yet, before the set had time to get over-played or boring, they stopped.  15 minutes of musical paradise was my reward for enduring an hour of trash, but I had no time to be angry about it.

Finally an opportunity had presented itself, and I raced through the tiny opening in the crowd to that cockeyed glowing sign which read to me like the bright star must have to the shepherds on the night of Jesus’ birth.

The crowd swelled around me on each side like two giant balloons being filled by the lungs of some monstrous creature.

I persevered.

At last I made it to the exit.  Exploding out the door and into the freezing cold night with not but a small spot of beer dripping down my sweater, I began to praise the Lord for my timely escape.

After spending a night of musical ups and downs, drunk people with bad  teeth, cross-dressers, hippies, sluts, and a thousand of society’s other misfits, I was able to come a conclusion: Sluggo’s is not for everyone, and just like the wise King Solomon pointed out, the end of a thing is truly better than the beginning.

To some of you reading this now, I imagine I may sound like a jerk that needs to get over himself, and the events described above may seem like Disney World did when you were 11 years old.  If this be the case, then you may very well be on your way to becoming an integral part of the Sluggo’s society - May God help you.

Was Steen’s death an abuse of power?

by Justin Otto

The recent death of Victor Steen raises some interesting questions.

What exactly was the crime he was being pursued for? He was hanging around a construction site which is apparently illegal, but why? If the thought was that he was stealing things from the site, I might see a reason for the pursuit by Officer Jerald Ard. In my opinion though, it would be more than a bit difficult to steal anything from a construction site on a bike.

So, why did this crime deserve chase? Still, no one but Mr. Ard himself knows why this was a justifiable pursuit when he flipped on his lights and gave chase after the young man for the minor crime of trespassing on a site that no one inhabited — a chase that ended in the death of 17-year-old Steen.

I am not bringing allegations that Steen was guilty or innocent of any crime other than trespassing because, granted, he was on a constructional site which is technically a crime.

But does the crime justify death, even if it was accidental? I am not bringing allegations that Officer Ard wasn’t just in pursuing him. What I am saying is that the Pensacola Police Department needs a serious evaluation and overhaul.

Since the incident, they have changed the protocol for taser use, so now an officer is not allowed to fire their tasers from moving vehicles. I always thought it was common sense that you wouldn’t do something that asinine in the first place, but I suppose I was wrong.

I myself have never been tased, but I have been stopped, searched and harassed for what seemed like nothing than the shear amusement of the officer at the time. What the officers in Pensacola, and in America in general, seem to forget most of the time is that they work for us. They are civil servants. We the citizens pay their salaries only sometimes to get treated as if we aren’t worthy to walk the streets.

There are times and places for the use of force and aggression, but there are many cases that seem the aggression gets out of hand. Why would you tase someone just to get them to stop riding their bike? Did you actually witness a major infraction of the law? If there was no real justifiable crime deserving of force and this boy got tased, does that mean that I could get tased for jaywalking? Is there a limit?

All in all, it teaches us a lesson. A lesson that says we might be better just sitting at home rather than going out due to the risk of allegations of minor offenses and the possibility of recourse for a crime that we may not have even been party to — or even known was a crime.

I have also on numerous occasions watched as officers flipped their lights and sirens on to simply get through a red light faster, only to flip them off once through. I have seen officers talk on cell phones while driving. I have seen officers not wearing seat belts. These are things that we the citizens cannot do without repercussion, so why no repercussions for the officers?

Running a red light just because you can is ultimately an abuse of power. That seems to happen a lot actually — abuse of power. Just because you can get away with something doesn’t mean that you should do it.

I always was taught to lead by example and I always thought that the police worked on the same policy. But when you see things like this current tragedy, you have to wonder if that is the example that we really should follow.

‘Freedom Writers’ an inspirational movie

Ashley Porter

Published: January 24, 2006

Freedom Writers, starring Hilary Swank, is about a first time teacher taking a risk and teaching the un-teachable in a school surrounded by gang violence in Long Beach, Calif.  The film was based on the inspirational true story about a group of kids that overcame great obstacles and learned to get along with one another through the teachings of Erin Gruwell. 

The movie is a piece of each teenager’s life brought together in the classroom.  They all learn together that if they apply themselves that they can succeed even though everyone has told them they can’t. 

Although the movie is mostly about the kids, of course the teacher has to overcome her own obstacles as well.  After being told repeatedly that she would not be granted books or funding for trips, Erin decided to go to the school board and request permission for a field trip to a Holocaust museum. 

Going to the museum is the obvious turning point for all of the students; they all find out that what is happening in each of their lives is no where near as awful as what happened to the victims of the Holocaust.  By the end of the movie each of them has done a complete turn around in their lives and they are prepared to battle anything that stands in the way of their future.

This movie is definitely one of the best inspirational dramas I’ve seen in a long time.  It is a story of courage and hope even in the darkest hour of our lives.  The way that the film uses history to influence the future is absolutely the best technique I’ve ever seen. 

Erin Gruwell is a truly inspirational person and has even started a foundation, known as the Freedom Writers Foundation that is dedicated to teaching kids that they can have an impact on their community by applying themselves in the class room. 

For more information, visit the website www.freedomwritersfoundation.org.

Caution wet floor

Published: January 24, 2006

Water, tissue paper all over the floor, stains and smells are all things to expect from most of the PJC restrooms.

However, there are a few who are able to somehow maintain a clean environment. Some examples are the music department (building 8), the art department (building 15), the business department (building 10), cosmetology department (building 12) and last but not least, the administration building.

Some of the reasons these buildings might be cleaner is simply because not as many people pass through those buildings as say for instance, buildings 1 and 4. Most of those buildings have the same people in them semester after semester; so maybe they try harder not to make a mess.

Let’s face it though, we are all supposed to be adults here. I mean come on we are in college. There is no excuse to throw tissue paper on the floor, or write obscenities on walls. We should take pride in our school and respect it as well as respect ourselves.

If you were at your house you would not throw your tissue paper on the floor, and females, you would not throw your personal trash on the floor. Then why would you do it at your school, where the majority of you probably spend most of your time anyway? 

According to Dr Isaac Brigham vice president of planning and administration, part of the problem has been that PJC custodians were understaffed because the salary rate was not enough for part time employees.  Recently PJC was able to increase the salary by $1 and are currently close to being fully staffed.

There is also talk about renovating some of the older restrooms like in the student center.

Hopefully with these changes our restrooms will improve but, we still have to do our part as students to help maintain a clean environment for everyone.

Does Uncle Sam want YOU?

Rachel Strehlow

Published: January 24, 2006

As people hear rumors about the war in Iraq on a daily basis, some of them worry that a draft is coming soon. Will college students be drafted? Will brothers and boyfriends and friends of yours soon be drafted if there aren’t enough volunteer soldiers to go to the Middle East? Will “you” be drafted?

With feminist groups petitioning the government to draft women, girls are wondering if someday they’ll be drafted, too… and most people hardly even know what a draft would entail.

First of all, if you’re a woman or man younger than 18 and older than 25, the odds are very slim that you’ll ever be drafted. Second of all, with the way Congress is voting, there probably won’t be any draft at all, as long as the war stays overseas.

Recently, Representative Charles B. Rangel (D-New York) and Senator Ernest F. Hollings (D-South Carolina) tried to pass bills demanding that every male and female between 18 and 26 in the United States serve two years in our military (for the medically disabled, community service). However, these bills failed in both the House and Senate. 

Even though the bills were set aside completely, and even though the Bush administration has said it’s against the draft many times, people were spreading rumors that President Bush was in favor of this legislation.

To end this speculation, the bill introduced by Rangel was put up for a vote by the House of Representatives. The bill was voted down 402 to 2.  In other words, it’s pretty much gone for good. Rangel even voted against his own bill. He revised this draft and tried again twice, but those bills were rejected too.

WiIliam Clover and the Endowed Chair

Michael Rutschky

Published: January 24, 2006

Schmoozing.  Did I spell that right?  The art of making your way around a room.  I’ve never been good at it but I’m better than I was. 

It’s something you either pull off, or you just wind up walking around the room with that awkward feeling of being there, but not “really” being there.  It takes a lot of confidence, charm, and class.  Luckily, I brought a date. 

My girlfriend and I attended a reception last Friday honoring visual arts instructor William Clover.  After teaching at PJC for many, many years, Mr. Clover (”Clover” to his students, “Furball” to his friends) was awarded the Anna Lamar Switzer Endowed Chair. 

I’ve been a graphic design major now for two years, so I’ve had at least one class with most of the art faculty.  Last semester I took digital imaging, a course taught by Clover himself, who hit me as being the funniest man never to have been offered a TV sitcom. 

The reception itself was beautiful.  Right now a collection of Clover’s digital art and sculptures is being displayed in the gallery of Building 15, along with some digital art by Jerry Lamme and sculptures by Kris Rybka. 

Clover’s art was arranged very nicely, using giant banner-size prints along side smaller framed prints of the same piece. 

I thought this was a very great way to experience Clover; it was big and over-the-top and absolutely gorgeous.  And at that size, you perceive the piece a little bit differently; the art has more control over you. 

So there we were, me and my Girlfriend (who has a name and IS real) are at this big Art Gallery Reception Shindig and I’m a bit overwhelmed.  I kind of just wandered around trying to get my teacher to make eye contact with me, at which time I could introduce my beautiful date and “schmooze.” 

I read somewhere that the worst thing to do at office parties is to “talk shop,” so I figured that applied here.  But I only ever knew these people as teachers.  Great teachers, yes.  Really inspiring and insightful mentors who could be reading this column right now, yes.  But still teachers, and I’m still just a student.

And not just teachers, but artists to boot!  Very intimidating.  I wanted to at least look like I wasn’t a complete fool. 

I ate as little as possible of the free cookies (GOD, were they good) and made sure I didn’t ask if I could see the “endowed chair”. 

Clover was a hoot.  I knew his acceptance speech would bowl everyone over.  Just in case he’s reading this, I’ll go ahead and claim the last line was a pun on ceramics.  He’s definitely earned the title, and I was very happy to have been there when he got it. 

I wrote this column because I strongly encourage everyone who’s reading this to take a break from the rigors of the semester and experience the gallery at Building 15.  The art majors like me are lucky enough to see this stuff everyday, but a lot of other students don’t know what they’re missing. 

Right now, in addition to Clover’s collection, the gallery is showing some really amazing work.  Rybka’s sculptures of sticks and bronze are haunting with a kind of primal surrealism, and I absolutely lose myself in Lamme’s prints. 

Please, go check it out at Building 15 (the weird looking one).  Take a few minutes with each piece and let it work its way into your head.  And while you’re at it, bring some friends.  Or, if you’re brave enough, just try to schmooze.

So this is X-mas

Michael Rutschky

Published: January 8, 2006

Here we are again.  Back from the break, a brand new school schedule to rush headfirst into like a medieval gauntlet run. 

A brand new year filled with new resolutions, many of which sadly won’t make it to see New Year’s Eve 2007, but let’s hope that the important ones go unbroken. 

How did the last year go out?  Well publicly I’d say it left on a bit of a sour note. 

A gaggle of public figures departed just before the ball dropped, beginning with the entertaining but maniacally temperamental James Brown who died on Christmas Day. 

Next was Gerald Ford, 38th President of the United States.  Ford was soon followed by Saddam Hussein, who was executed Saturday, the 30th (Friday for us in the western hemisphere). 

I haven’t watched the execution video, out of respect for. well respect for something.  I just have a hard time accepting something like a hanging as entertainment.  But that doesn’t mean other people do.

I mean it’s common knowledge that people love their violence.  The video itself was blowing up YouTube; the kind of voyeuristic death fetish film that the whole family can watch and wave a flag along to. 

Just now as I googled “Saddam Execution” I found two related headlines that are worth mentioning. 

The first is from the Edmonton Sun, and reads “Boy, 10, dies while mimicking execution”. 

I was stunned.  Apparently the boy hanged himself from his bunk bed after watching news footage on the execution.  His uncle commented, saying that he thinks the boy might not have been able to really understand that what he saw in the news footage was real. 

Were our kids really watching while that man got flung off the gallows?  Are we that infatuated with death that our kids are imitating wartime executions that they absorbed from the same medium that sends them Ashlee Simpson and Fruity Pebbles?  Was this serendipitous killing of America’s Frankenstein worth that kid’s life? 

All I can say is that someone’s New Years resolution should be “fix the V-Chip”.  Or better yet, I’d like to see one of these TV news networks (this is a newspaper, TV is the enemy) stand up and say “maybe we don’t have to air the video.  Maybe we can just report on it.”

The next headline I see is “Bush Wished Saddam Execution Was More Dignified”.  Bwa-?  Bush who?  Bush, the guy who makes the bean commercials, right?  With the talking dog?  

So, yes, a bit of a sour note I suppose.  And then on New Year’s Eve I’m flipping channels and see antiquated footage of the godfather of soul tearing through one of his hits from the 1960s. 

But the joy is short lived as soon after Ryan Seacrest fades in and says “Amazing!  Now that is James Brown at his finest!  Okay, now let’s check in with Fergie.”  Thanks Ryan Seacrest, thanks for reminding me how much music sucks right now. 

But in spite of all this, I made a killing over the holidays. 

First I celebrated Chanukkah with my girlfriend, then Christmas with my family, bringing my total present count to 73 and total candy to 812. 

Mostly I just sat around and lapsed back into Beatlemania, watching the entire Beatles Anthology, A Hard Days Night, and listening to all their records multiple times.  Why?  Because I didn’t have any columns to write. 

But, like I said before, it’s time to jump back into the double-dutch of the school semester. 

So to you, dear reader, good luck with the next 16 weeks and with the next year as a whole.  I’m actually pretty optimistic about 2007.

Let’s start some campus conversation

Published: January 8, 2006

Our world of journalism, as we know it, is changing.  Rapidly.

Seemingly overnight, Gannett, parent company of the Pensacola News Journal, has moved to a 24/7 Information Center concept, blurring the division between print and online news.  The idea is to move information faster to consumers and in different mediums to satisfy new technology like laptops, cell phones and PDAs.

At The Corsair, we have been dabbling in new media for a couple of years.  We have added photo galleries, multimedia stories, audio, video and podcasts to eCorsair.com. 

But now, those nice-to-know skills have become need-to-know-to-get-a-job skills.  Recent job listings for Santa Rosa County reporter positions at the News Journal list web reporting and multimedia skills among the qualifications.

But the bigger buzz in the industry is a move to provide more ways to connect with readers.  Letters to the editor have become a relic with the advent of comment sections and discussion boards online.

Citizen journalists offer more coverage and lend expertise to community issues. Bloggers add new ways for readers to join in the dialogue.  Its community conversation and it opens a whole new world to us.

We have made it our mission this semester to provide more opportunities for our campus community to become involved.  Is there a topic you are passionate about - sports, fashion, politics, cooking, family life?  Become one of our bloggers.  Have you always wanted to be an anchor or reporter on a newscast?  Here’s your chance.  Want to learn podcasting or multimedia storytelling?  We can train you.

Or just log on to eCorsair.com and tell us what you think about a story you read.  We want to hear from you.  Call us at 484-1458 or email us at corsair@pjc.edu to discuss the opportunities.

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