How do countries know the beliefs and values established are ethical or even correct for that matter? On an even smaller scale how do the people in life know if they are working or fighting towards the right thing? People are wrong countless times on end. Take for example a simple figure and cartoon where an event from the future has been determined. Then reevaluate the possibility of that event of even happening. 

Seems like hoping in one of these airplanes is the greatest thing in the world. Because it’s a so called “new world”. That’s nothing like the new world. The new world is full of hatred and competition. Competition for power and grasping any means to gain advantage, to ultimately take control, or have the power to over control. And the kids they’re the ones who will suffer. Ask Mary O’Hare what she thinks about over advertising things, especially things of this characterization. But is it worth it, the risk could truly be a duty dance with death.

No? What about emotional pain caused by rejection. What if rejection was experienced through forced matter, how could this affect life. How could goals set forth for life be met if involuntarily force caused something else to happen? Thats where myth comes into place. Can life be lived to the fullest if the myth of controlled forced action will be enforced. Maybe it is myth that should be rejected. Things should not be feared or anticipated until they actually happen.

Street Dog BY: Sarge Lintecum

I was brought up to be just a big puppy,
Then they trained me to be an attack dog.
After my career as an attack dog
They said I didn’t fit back into the pack any more,
And they wanted to have me put to sleep,
So I ran away and became a stray dog,
Lookin’ for a kind handout, but expecting a kick.
I tried to get a job as a guard dog,
But after a few days I wouldn’t even let the owner in.
Being a stray dog is no picnic,
But being old and a stray is a bitter fate for any dog,
Especially since I’m not a dog at all;
I’m an American veteran.

All of us went to the lake this morning, Mom, Dad, the dog and of course my little annoying brother. He was bothering me as we walked down the path so I snuck up behind him and tripped him. He fell right on his side and started crying like he always does. I got yelled at, and so did he for being a little baby. But he always gets me back. Later I was leaning over the side of the lake looking at the crawfish moving around. The crawfish seemed familiar, but I couldn’t think of what it reminded me of. It was slowly crawling across the rugged terrain of the lake floor ready to attack. Then out of nowhere my little brother put a soaking wet Lilly pad on the top of my head like a hat. I didn’t move I just let the water drip down my face and into my shirt. Then as if I put on a pair of glasses like the ones Billy Pilgrim prescribes, I saw a different picture. Staring into the lake I saw a reflection of myself in an army helmet. Then it was obvious, the crawfish reminded me of a tank I had seen in pictures, how ironic.