Here is a piece that I wrote which include my own opinions and possible solution to the most prominent issues in the USA today. Johannes Conklin is the ideal president who I have created to set our country straight.Please leave your comments about whatyou think about my opinions and (radical) solutions. Here it is:
Americans are used to the best of everything, the highest standards, and being on top. But the world is advancing and the United States is stuck. For this very reason, our country needs a change, a massive revolution in the way we live. And now it is quite apparent that the change has arrived. That change is Johannes Conklin, our most promising presidential candidate. Give him your vote and allow him to address the most crucial issues in our country today keeping in mind what happens tomorrow.
Illegal immigration is the foremost powerful rising issue in US history. Alongside its power, it is also a very fragile topic that must be dealt with in the most professional manner. As president, Johannes Conklin would do just that. Every year, the number of immigrants illegally crossing borders into the United States seems to grow. Most citizens look down upon them with pity and disdain. But the sincere reason those people choose to take a risk and cross borders illegally is because they have a deep passion to give their families only the best financially. Due to the fact that their home countries are incapable of accommodating such an abundant number of residents in need of high-paying jobs, they encourage immigration to foreign countries. As president, Conklin proposes to tighter security on foreign borders but encourage legal immigration. To accomplish this, he plans to give all current illicit immigrants living in the USA extendable visas and work licenses as well as to increase the yearly visa quota in our country to welcome all new immigrants. By improving economic relations with neighboring countries, Conklin may also support local industry to be offshored to these nearby nations. In this manner, illegal immigration may eventually become a thing of the past revealing a brighter future.
Although illegal immigration is a very prominent issue amongst today’s media, the prime controversy with the greatest potential is embryonic stem cell research. In Johannes Conklin’s words, stem cells are “possibly the greatest discovery in medical history which may save millions of lives on a yearly basis.” The results of embryonic stem cell research (henceforth referred to as ESCR) are overwhelmingly promising. With Conklin as president, this medical phenomenon will be greatly supported idealistically and financially. Although Conklin’s viewpoint of ESCR may seem extreme, if this concept is properly handled, it may result in a medical breakthrough for doctors around the world. Even as the embryos in the labs used in this procedure may have life in them, the cell is at and always will be at a very premature stage and can never develop into a moving, breathing organism. With this knowledge in mind, Conklin’s support for ESCR displays his immense humanitarian qualities as well has his care for humankind.
The final topic of concern Johannes Conklin will address during his presidency, is elected, is that regarding our troop concentration in the Middle Eastern country of Iraq. The Iraq war has been lurking in the minds of Americans for the past four years as a storm of violence and bloodshed. The images of the war that flash upon our eyes and remain embedded in our memories when we turn on the television set illustrate the brutality of this endless fight and that of the administration who initiated this great sinful war. Clearly, it is time for change. Thankfully, there is someone who agrees completely and has what it takes to make that change. All he needs is your support in the ballots. Johannes Conklin intends to use his seat in the White House to end this hullabaloo once and for all. “The only way,” he says “is to end it like we started it: with a BANG. We go in strong and sudden, we leave strong and sudden.” Radical as Conklin’s theory may be, it may in fact be the most effective manner in which to approach this international dilemma. The religiously segregated state in which Iraq is currently in shows no possibility of eternal peace falling upon the land. If the USA army does indeed withdraw completely from Iraq, both the Sunnis and the Shi ‘ites would experience years of bloodshed and endless martyring. However, one religious faction would conquer the other in due time and coup the government to control the entire country. From that point on, Iraq would become a warless country for times to come and the consistent loss of US troops in the Iraq war would halt as well. If Conklin were to be voted into the Oval Office, this would be a grand triumph for his administration and our great nation as a whole.
The United States of America is among one of the most prestigious countries in the world. Yet, its current status is never permanent. Times are changing and the world is changing. Now is the time for the United States to change. Some people may speak with great confidence that change is never a good thing and never makes a situation any better. But for once, change may be the one thing our country needs. Change may be the key to unlocking our nation’s true potential. Transforming our economy may benefit our country and result in great economic growth. Changing our primary energy sources may uncover new innovative energy solutions and make our nation less dependent on foreign oil imports. Just slight adjustments to the ways we live may indeed make tomorrow much brighter than we had ever imagined. The change which Johannes Conklin can bring to our lives as president can unlock a world of opportunity within our country and earn our nation the title of a worldwide leader in global influence.
Our country isn’t falling apart but the rest of the world is getting stronger. So why not put America in worthy hands when the opportunity lies before us? Johannes Conklin has everything it takes to lead our country in the most effective manner. His philosophy and opinions of the global community and worldwide issues such as illegal immigration, embryonic stem cell research, and the Iraq War make him the most suitable candidate for president of the United States. Let Conklin make tomorrow a much brighter day. So for the sake of our children, our families, and our grand nation, join hands and show your support for Johannes Conklin as president. Vote him to the top for Conklin will lead America across the bridge to our tomorrow!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
A Little Story of Truth
To open my new blog, I have a special story for my readers. A little far fetched, but completely from the heart. I think you'll enjoy it:
It had been almost four years now. For many, it was just a matter of turning on the news and hearing of another helicopter crash or suicide bombing. Four years of watching a country being devoured by war. But for some, it had been four years of pure bloodshed, tranquility, and vengeance. And worst of all, more was yet to come.
… “Ready your arms men, we attack at the strike of dawn!” commanded Lieutenant Ricardo Jones. He wore his uniform with honor far above any other. His men loaded their guns and positioned them solidly in their right hands, the barrels pointing straight over their shoulders. Lieutenant Jones marched his men out the tent into the scorching heat of the Iraqi desert. Their primary focus was one: raid the enemy barracks just 500 feet from the cliff ahead and spare nobody.
“Sir, permission to commence Operation: AD Stealth Raid,” exclaimed a squad leader, looking over the cliff.
“Good luck men! For the red, white, and blue, all units are go.” Lieutenant Jones clicked off his radio and followed his corps down the hillside. Within moments of departure, smoke erupted from the barrel of Jones’ gun. The first shot was fired…
Ricardo Jones was ripped out of his daydreams by the booming voice of his chief officer. Indeed, Jones was only a Lieutenant in his daydreams. A marine was all he was and all he could ever be in reality.
“Jones, do you know what ‘court-marshaling’ is? If you don’t now, you sure as heck will in the next few days if you don’t pay attention when I’m discussing the dang ops plan!” the chief marine shrieked at him with utter anger.
“My greatest regrets, sir. Just lost in my thoughts,” replied Ricardo. As the head marine continued reviewing the mission plans, one by one Jones’ fellow marines began mounting their guns shoulder side preparing to exit the base. As the officer finished and rolled up the sheet on the table, the marines proceeded to exit the tent. As Ricardo followed, he was pushed and shoved out of the way by several of his colleagues. Acting oblivious, he followed them out without standing up for himself even once.
Now Ricardo’s heart was racing. Brave as he was, (which was almost not at all), all he ever wanted to do was become fearless and fight valiantly to make his country proud. He was unsure if that was something he could ever achieve.
His feet were now trembling with fear. He stepped out into the Iraqi sunlight which pierced his skin with heat like a hot knife into butter. He started to feel dizzy. Not from the heat, but from the sensation of holding a rifle and getting ready to kill or get killed. Ricardo walked farther trying to catch his stance. As he approached his corps, he felt as if everything was wrong.
… “Thank you all for gathering here with me today amongst some of the bravest men in our country who choose to do things sacrificing to make this world better for people like you, me, and our country’s children,” said the President Riley, standing at the podium emblazoned with the presidential seal. “And without further ado, I am proud to present this year’s Outstanding Patriotic Service award to Lieutenant Ricardo Jones for selfless deeds to protect the national security of the USA and the people of Iraq from rebels of their own kind. Please, give him a grand round of applause.”
Applause erupted from all over the hall. Cameras started flashing at Jones from all over. All he could do was stand up and smile. All he ever wanted in life, all he ever hoped for in his career was before him at this very moment. He embraced the applause and the occasional “thank you for your wonderful work” or “very brave” from a few alien faces amongst the vast crowd. The President paced over to Jones holding a medallion and delicate piece of paper his hand outstretched inviting a hand-shake. Jones shook the Presidents hand, a hand he knew he would not shake again for years to come…
“Jones, watch yourself. Grenade shell at 9 o’clock!” shouted a marine from thirty feet away. Ricardo, still adjusting to reality, jumped to the right avoiding the explosion.
“Thanks. I owe you,” he replied.
“You owe us all Jones, you owe us all,” the marine said back.
Ricardo had a sudden rush of anger. Until now, he had allowed everyone to push him around, think of him as some amateur. What if he did something that stretched the limits even for his chief officer? Something so selfless, so honorable, that his fellow marines would never again even dare look him in the eye with a straight face. He would finally be respected. As a marine, he would now be considered worthy and more importantly, brave. He could just imagine it. His daydreams were coming before him. All of them could be a reality! Warmth spread through Jones’ body. The decision was clear and he had made up his mind.
Ricardo Jones came out of hiding into open firing range. He detached three fragment grenades from his uniform and began to run towards the enemy barracks. His daydreams flashed before him but were very vague from all the gunfire around him. He could hear the mines explode behind him, the sniper bullets whipping past him. He could even hear the occasional “IS JONES OUT OF HIS MIND!” or “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” from his co-fighters behind him. He knew he had made the right decision.
Ricardo came within 20 feet of the enemy territory and stopped in his tracks. He felt the sudden searing pain of a bullet in his knee. He fell to the ground. Without thinking twice, Ricardo unpinned the three grenades in his hands and heaved them into the barracks. Before he saw any explosion, he heard a crack! The warmth of confidence he had felt just seconds ago slowly turned into an icy cold sensation which spread all too quickly around his body. He lowered his head and saw blood pouring out of a bullet hole in his chest. He smiled, closed his eyes and fell to the ground. As he lost all sensation in his body, he heard a cacophony of explosions and screams from the barracks. He took his final breath and heard a “By god! He’s done it! Jones has done it!” He smiled and saw himself atop a hill holding the American flag proudly. He passed away as Jones the brave...
It had been almost four years now. For many, it was just a matter of turning on the news and hearing of another helicopter crash or suicide bombing. Four years of watching a country being devoured by war. But for some, it had been four years of pure bloodshed, tranquility, and vengeance. And worst of all, more was yet to come.
… “Ready your arms men, we attack at the strike of dawn!” commanded Lieutenant Ricardo Jones. He wore his uniform with honor far above any other. His men loaded their guns and positioned them solidly in their right hands, the barrels pointing straight over their shoulders. Lieutenant Jones marched his men out the tent into the scorching heat of the Iraqi desert. Their primary focus was one: raid the enemy barracks just 500 feet from the cliff ahead and spare nobody.
“Sir, permission to commence Operation: AD Stealth Raid,” exclaimed a squad leader, looking over the cliff.
“Good luck men! For the red, white, and blue, all units are go.” Lieutenant Jones clicked off his radio and followed his corps down the hillside. Within moments of departure, smoke erupted from the barrel of Jones’ gun. The first shot was fired…
Ricardo Jones was ripped out of his daydreams by the booming voice of his chief officer. Indeed, Jones was only a Lieutenant in his daydreams. A marine was all he was and all he could ever be in reality.
“Jones, do you know what ‘court-marshaling’ is? If you don’t now, you sure as heck will in the next few days if you don’t pay attention when I’m discussing the dang ops plan!” the chief marine shrieked at him with utter anger.
“My greatest regrets, sir. Just lost in my thoughts,” replied Ricardo. As the head marine continued reviewing the mission plans, one by one Jones’ fellow marines began mounting their guns shoulder side preparing to exit the base. As the officer finished and rolled up the sheet on the table, the marines proceeded to exit the tent. As Ricardo followed, he was pushed and shoved out of the way by several of his colleagues. Acting oblivious, he followed them out without standing up for himself even once.
Now Ricardo’s heart was racing. Brave as he was, (which was almost not at all), all he ever wanted to do was become fearless and fight valiantly to make his country proud. He was unsure if that was something he could ever achieve.
His feet were now trembling with fear. He stepped out into the Iraqi sunlight which pierced his skin with heat like a hot knife into butter. He started to feel dizzy. Not from the heat, but from the sensation of holding a rifle and getting ready to kill or get killed. Ricardo walked farther trying to catch his stance. As he approached his corps, he felt as if everything was wrong.
… “Thank you all for gathering here with me today amongst some of the bravest men in our country who choose to do things sacrificing to make this world better for people like you, me, and our country’s children,” said the President Riley, standing at the podium emblazoned with the presidential seal. “And without further ado, I am proud to present this year’s Outstanding Patriotic Service award to Lieutenant Ricardo Jones for selfless deeds to protect the national security of the USA and the people of Iraq from rebels of their own kind. Please, give him a grand round of applause.”
Applause erupted from all over the hall. Cameras started flashing at Jones from all over. All he could do was stand up and smile. All he ever wanted in life, all he ever hoped for in his career was before him at this very moment. He embraced the applause and the occasional “thank you for your wonderful work” or “very brave” from a few alien faces amongst the vast crowd. The President paced over to Jones holding a medallion and delicate piece of paper his hand outstretched inviting a hand-shake. Jones shook the Presidents hand, a hand he knew he would not shake again for years to come…
“Jones, watch yourself. Grenade shell at 9 o’clock!” shouted a marine from thirty feet away. Ricardo, still adjusting to reality, jumped to the right avoiding the explosion.
“Thanks. I owe you,” he replied.
“You owe us all Jones, you owe us all,” the marine said back.
Ricardo had a sudden rush of anger. Until now, he had allowed everyone to push him around, think of him as some amateur. What if he did something that stretched the limits even for his chief officer? Something so selfless, so honorable, that his fellow marines would never again even dare look him in the eye with a straight face. He would finally be respected. As a marine, he would now be considered worthy and more importantly, brave. He could just imagine it. His daydreams were coming before him. All of them could be a reality! Warmth spread through Jones’ body. The decision was clear and he had made up his mind.
Ricardo Jones came out of hiding into open firing range. He detached three fragment grenades from his uniform and began to run towards the enemy barracks. His daydreams flashed before him but were very vague from all the gunfire around him. He could hear the mines explode behind him, the sniper bullets whipping past him. He could even hear the occasional “IS JONES OUT OF HIS MIND!” or “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” from his co-fighters behind him. He knew he had made the right decision.
Ricardo came within 20 feet of the enemy territory and stopped in his tracks. He felt the sudden searing pain of a bullet in his knee. He fell to the ground. Without thinking twice, Ricardo unpinned the three grenades in his hands and heaved them into the barracks. Before he saw any explosion, he heard a crack! The warmth of confidence he had felt just seconds ago slowly turned into an icy cold sensation which spread all too quickly around his body. He lowered his head and saw blood pouring out of a bullet hole in his chest. He smiled, closed his eyes and fell to the ground. As he lost all sensation in his body, he heard a cacophony of explosions and screams from the barracks. He took his final breath and heard a “By god! He’s done it! Jones has done it!” He smiled and saw himself atop a hill holding the American flag proudly. He passed away as Jones the brave...
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