As the seventh President of the infantile United States of America, Mr. Andrew Jackson assumed an office which not only granted him immense power, but also a glaringly cacophonic environment in which opposing factions would do seemingly anything to bring the other side down. Of the many divisive political issues present in 1828, none was perhaps of more importance - or in need of urgent debate - than the territories of Native Americans and where they fit in between the industrious North, the aristocratic and bountiful Southern coast and the agriculture-oriented, ever-expanding Western frontier. The general consensus of most white Americans was: not in our state. Regardless of motivation, a majority of the populous agreed that resettlement of Native Americans was necessary, and the best place to send them was West of the Mississippi River. As “the people’s president,” Jackson was inherently inclined to bend to the will of the people. Despite his rhetoric, which on the surface seemed compassionate and protective of the indigenous peoples, Jackson’s motivations were political, cultural, and economic, not humanitarian.
“And the final rose goes to...Becca!” The American reality television show The Bachelor
has captivated audiences for nearly twenty years, and the fervor does not seem to be going away
anytime soon. Obsession with romance is not a novel notion, however. Throughout time, literary
works have been created with romance as the focal point of a big percentage of them.
Unfortunately, the contemporary American “you do you, I’ll do me” attitude has corrupted
romance; for most people, the individualistic, or self-centric, lens we Americans view all aspects
of life through has turned love from a noble mission into a self-seeking, ego-boosting conquest.