Author's Note: This topic is another one of the many faults that I find in man. For the people of the same country to turn against each other just because of different governmental views is quite sickening, so I wrote this to try to persuade those who are guilty of this to please stop.
The government's are supposed to hold our society together and make sure havoc doesn't burst out, but on the other hand, being that our government is divided into two parties, they actually can do the exact opposite. Many uninformed people can agrue endlessly and without reason about the pros and cons of Democrats and Republicans.
The thing that I find most painful, is that kids my age, whose views on politics are so rash, are just tearing at the most powerful man in the country. He is the man that is trying to lead us from the dark ages, but these people criticize every step he takes. Why can't they at least give Obama a chance? I would bet that if George W. Bush made the exact same health care plans as Obama all of the Republicans would fall in love with them and would gladly follow along. Then the Democrats would whine about how horrible the plan is. Yet, Republicans haven't been able to even give the plans a chance and the Democrats are in love with them. It is a sad thing that is tearing our country apart and both sides of the government need to start to see eye to eye.
All I am asking is that each Party can keep their minds open and help the Government move forward, because if we do keep moping about how the health care plans aren't exactly what we wanted, our country will fall into another depression and guess who will be blamed for it. Of course, it will be Obama and the democrats.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
1984 Point of View from the "Dark Haired Girl"
Author's Note: This is a response to the book 1984 by George Orwell and I am writing from the point of view from the girl that Winston Smith (the main character) thinks is on the Thought Police (which is like the KGB) and is spying on him.
Today, I have just been assigned a mission to spy on a man by the name of Winston Smith. The Party has speculated him of Thought Crime and I have been told to find if he is as passionate about Big Brother's deeds as everyone should. At first, I wasn't to keen on the idea, but implanted in my brain is:
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
So of course, I will do whatever the Party says and follow it through until this demon is put away.
I uncovered my first clue to Winston's wrong doings at the Two Minute Hate. As usual, we were shouting at Goldstein's pitiful face. Then, I noticed that he had stopped chanting along with the rest of us, but the most striking thing was that Mr. Smith's face was not full of loathing, but of thought. Obviously, it was a clear sign of Thought Crime and I knew once I finished the Two Minutes Hate I would report to headquarters of this new occasion.
The next sign that I found that was troublesome with this obscure man was that he had take a random walk through the proles part of town. The proles! Why would one with such a great life given to him by Big Brother want to go to those that are clearly unclean and unfit to live in the realm of us Party members? Anyways, he happened to stop in this pub, which is another indicator that this man, that is becoming more dangerous as the seconds pass, is trying to find out an alternative truth than the Party has already informatively supplied the people of Oceania about what happened before the wonderful Revolution. I can't imagine how misguided this man must be.
I immediately walked back to headquarters and gave them this new information about Winston Smith and, as suspected, they vaguely answered my report in return. From what I got, I believe that Mr. Smith may be disappearing, as soon as tonight, and if he does disappear, then Winston Smith will officially have never existed.
Today, I have just been assigned a mission to spy on a man by the name of Winston Smith. The Party has speculated him of Thought Crime and I have been told to find if he is as passionate about Big Brother's deeds as everyone should. At first, I wasn't to keen on the idea, but implanted in my brain is:
WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
So of course, I will do whatever the Party says and follow it through until this demon is put away.
I uncovered my first clue to Winston's wrong doings at the Two Minute Hate. As usual, we were shouting at Goldstein's pitiful face. Then, I noticed that he had stopped chanting along with the rest of us, but the most striking thing was that Mr. Smith's face was not full of loathing, but of thought. Obviously, it was a clear sign of Thought Crime and I knew once I finished the Two Minutes Hate I would report to headquarters of this new occasion.
The next sign that I found that was troublesome with this obscure man was that he had take a random walk through the proles part of town. The proles! Why would one with such a great life given to him by Big Brother want to go to those that are clearly unclean and unfit to live in the realm of us Party members? Anyways, he happened to stop in this pub, which is another indicator that this man, that is becoming more dangerous as the seconds pass, is trying to find out an alternative truth than the Party has already informatively supplied the people of Oceania about what happened before the wonderful Revolution. I can't imagine how misguided this man must be.
I immediately walked back to headquarters and gave them this new information about Winston Smith and, as suspected, they vaguely answered my report in return. From what I got, I believe that Mr. Smith may be disappearing, as soon as tonight, and if he does disappear, then Winston Smith will officially have never existed.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
The Human Condition
Authors's Note: When I wrote this poem I was very upset with the all the preventable inequalities and imperfections that humans have but don't get rid of. So, to express my thoughts I wrote this, and I hope you can enjoy and even relate to it.
Gold is gravel
The segregration between wealth and peasants
Is startling in every aspect
The disgust from the rich
Sickens the healthy
And fuels the sick
Every day of our lives
Strength is weakness
The stong kills the lame
And laugh at the event
The fact is
We are all guilty of this
But we must have realization
And change our ways
Hope is despair
People find joy
In others hurt
The feeling of authority
Is so great
That it turns people to demons
And relationships sour
Love is hate
Isn't it true?
Love being the greatest flaw
Of the human race
It turns one against the other
For quite foolish reasons
And slowly kills the world one by one
Life is death
Every day a struggle
To live up to expectations
Those of peers and of your own
In our eyes we are never good enough
And will never stop killing ourselves
Just to make us better
Gold is gravel
The segregration between wealth and peasants
Is startling in every aspect
The disgust from the rich
Sickens the healthy
And fuels the sick
Every day of our lives
Strength is weakness
The stong kills the lame
And laugh at the event
The fact is
We are all guilty of this
But we must have realization
And change our ways
Hope is despair
People find joy
In others hurt
The feeling of authority
Is so great
That it turns people to demons
And relationships sour
Love is hate
Isn't it true?
Love being the greatest flaw
Of the human race
It turns one against the other
For quite foolish reasons
And slowly kills the world one by one
Life is death
Every day a struggle
To live up to expectations
Those of peers and of your own
In our eyes we are never good enough
And will never stop killing ourselves
Just to make us better
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