#Statement: There are a few places I have absolutely no desire to go to. A double date where the other couple is fighting. Times Square on New Year’s Eve. A birthday party where the friend who invited you knows everyone and you don’t. The DMV, or any other government building, where you are required to bring three forms of identification along with the receipt of what you ate for lunch that day (or whatever other inane and unforeseeable request they might have). A networking event and, frankly, the entire LinkedIn homepage altogether. The Mason Hall bathrooms. But on Wednesday, Feb. 11, 2026, I courageously (if I may say so myself) visited one of those places. A place, as Dr. Seuss writes about the Grinch, I normally wouldn’t touch with a “thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot-pole”: The University of Michigan’s Chapter of College Republicans. You might think the Grinch comment I just made is a bit extreme, but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t true. When opening my phone to news headlines ...