August 27, 2009
August 23, 2009
August 12, 2009
They're Coming For You:
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass door of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of of gritty dust from entering with him....
1984
Labels:
Big Brother,
Consequence,
Crisis,
Culture,
DTA,
Literature,
Waterborading
August 8, 2009
Wipe That Chip Right Off Your Shoulder
The judge is like an umpire in a game and conducts the trial impartially and in an open court. The judge hears all the witnesses and any other evidence prestented by the parties of the cases, assesses the credibility of the parties, and then issues a ruling on the matter at hand based on his or her own intperpretation of the law and his or her own personal judgement.*Nothing indicates that a lower class latino female background would improve this interpretation of a fair a and unbiased judge. Help the lower class build themselves up. Don't legislate their way up the ladder...
August 5, 2009
August 1, 2009
Death To Tyrants:
With reasonable men, I will reason; with humane men; I will plead;
but to tyrants I will give no quarter, nor waste arguments where they
will certainly be lost.
Williams Lloyd Garrison
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