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By Brandi Mitchell

    There are a myriad of stereotypes people associate with being 17. Seventeen year-olds work part time jobs, go to high school football games, hang out with their friends and dress up for spirit week. My name is Brandi Mitchell, I am 17 years old, and I embody all of these conventional ideas about being young and in high school. I work at the local Forest ice cream shop, Monkee Joes, and I cheer on the Cavalier football team until I lose my voice every Friday, and there is no question I dress up for spirit week.

When you have an expensive purchase looming or a big bill coming due, you like a little advance notice, right? The same goes for America’s job creators. Businesses both large and small need time to comply with new federal regulations that mean added costs to their bottom line. That’s one reason why the Department of Labor’s costly new overtime rule is particularly troubling.

    Justice has a way of triumphing, even in politics. Decent people everywhere should rejoice in what we now know: Donald Trump will not be president of the United States. Not in January; not ever.
    Those of us who said from the beginning that he was contemptible have been absolutely proven right; those who voted for him in primaries and caucuses are left with the wreckage he has brought them.

     Hillary Clinton is still struggling to get former Bernie Sanders supporters excited about her candidacy. The feeling these folks have toward Clinton seems to be much like the feeling the Republican base had toward Mitt Romney back in 2012. They didn’t like him and didn’t trust him. While they weren’t about to vote for Barack Obama, a lot may have simply not voted.