We the people, by the people.
The hypocrisy of judging history Retrospectively applying moral judgment is potentially dangerous There does seem to be a trend towards trying to obliterate truth about “history;” attempts are made to punish descendants- many generations later- for events that were perfectly legal in the period in which they were committed. There are also attempts to delete the truth about these historic events, the prevailing knowledge and opinions of the period in which the events occurred, from the base knowledge of future generations.
She was nothing but ordinary. Her long dark hair was always kept up. She grew up in the 'burbs, and had always wanted to be an actress, but in real life she worked at a bank; a credit union to be exact. She was very good with money, and had saved quite a bit of it by her 25th birthday. However, although she wasn't greedy, she knew that with money came independence.
MARTHA’S PLAN BY Christina McIntyre [email protected] I'm a writer first. This day was no different. I clutched my small black notebook to my chest and mystery man took a left.
Are you tired of the duopoly and feeling like the government doesn’t care about you? The truth can be spun any way you like but we can all agree that we’ve been feeling alienated by either or both parties for the last 2 decades. The problem we have with government intervention is that you can’t argue with the government if they mess up a project. Sure, you can file complaints and try to get them addressed but you’ll likely fail. The best solution for bad service is competition and the government isn’t something that can be competed with because they can drive down any cost they want and you still have to pay for it.
Photo by kidTruant When Donald Trump was President, Democrats saw the filibuster as their savior. Of course, the ascendency of Joe Biden and a senate majority has the Donkeys clawing for the end of the antiquated procedure. Unlikely to fall either way, the stagnation that has ruled the day for years will continue. But no matter the majority, 2020 won’t be the last congress or constituency to question why the republic must stand still as the public boils well beyond 232 degrees Fahrenheit.
The leaves crushed beneath my boots as I trenched through the woods, trying to leave behind the body that fell to the ground so abruptly. But, what was to come from the mess that I just created.
It all started with an unpleasant surprise. Sure, most of you would call an unmarked envelope with twenty grand of sweet smelly cash in it everything but unpleasant - but honestly, it freaked me out on the spot. Right there, sipping my morning coffee and preparing for another busy day, this envelope in my postbox was among the worst things that could happen.
My name is Tony Viles, they call me Little Bottles. My job usually consists of hanging out with the boys drinking beer and messing with the ladies. Now imagine my surprise when I get a message that the boss wants to see me. I haven’t done anything wrong that I know of. So, I’m a bit anxious to meet him. My time in the mob has been truly uneventful seeing as how I’ve only been involved a year. I just turned 19 but I look 25.