P. H. Cordner

Sex, Money, Murder: Purdue University and Losing the Plot of Youth: Part I

In Commentary on March 9, 2010 at 13:52

Purdue University is an important part of the state’s efforts to keep educated people in the state. In order to accomplish this, most of the pre-war academic spirit of the university has been distilled into an enterprising pseudo-vocational school, designed not to create educated individuals, but parts for an “economic engine.” This transformation has had the unfortunate side effect of creating a prosaic student body, the majority of which don’t aspire to anything more than a high-salaried occupation, and who reflect some of the most serious problems of our current youth culture. In our first installment examining this phenomenon, we examine Purdue University today and trace it back to its beginnings, specifically the Morrill Acts of 1862. This first installment will have the least amount to do with the admittedly sensational title. Bear with me.

Prosaic University

In Commentary, Current Affairs on March 9, 2010 at 12:17

The following is a letter I sent to the Exponent, February 10, 2010. It was rejected for being too long, and I never got around to shortening it to 300 words for publication while the iron was hot.

Mentioning Purdue in the same sentence as Arizona State is a
serious shot across the bow. However, university administrators must admit
that Peter Schrag has a point worth contemplating, and not just spout ad
hominems about how he “didn’t do his research.”

Exponent Archives: Guns on Campus, 2008

In Commentary, Current Affairs on March 9, 2010 at 12:16

The following was published in the Purdue Exponent, February 27, 2008 It was the final letter published before the 10 letter issue cutoff on concealed firearms on campus.

Imagine this scenario: You’re in a packed lecture, being bored as usual, staring off at that cute girl 3 rows down. All of a sudden a dark figure appears in the doorway.

It’s an “active shooter,” with an arsenal rivaling that of an infantryman. Probably some liberal against freedom or something. He forgot something, though. That bulge in your pants isn’t from staring at the cute girl 3 rows down, it’s from your fully loaded .357 Colt Anaconda. “Text messages don’t stop bullets, I DO!” you yell, as you brandish your sizable firearm.