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What do the people want to read? An INTRODUCTION that is not Boring. Part 4 He let his grades in school drop. Then he just quit because it wasn’t cool. He quit his job and moved out his parent’s house because it wasn’t cool. He moved in with his new friends who partied day and night. They didn’t have to work because they sold drugs. One day, the house got raided… That was a year ago, his parents let him move back in into an apartment over the garage. I remembered that old saying “Born with a silver spoon in his mouth” as I taste the metal from the barrel of that rifle in my mouth. All that I was supposed “to be.” All that I once was. I have no future. I will be lonely and doomed. How did I get like this? “Why can’t you just stop?” Yea, that’s what they all said. They don’t know what it is like to be me. They don’t care. How dare they criticize me! Don’t they remember the horrible things they did to me as a child when they were drunk? All the friends I used to have. They said, “I

            Before all the crimes, corruption, economic slavery, drug abuse and pestilence etc etc; there were influential minds. These are influential minds that were taught to believe, and thus act out on their instilled beliefs. Beliefs that were established as a reaction to their environment. What if families are being decimated because they get paid more money from the government for staying apart than staying together? What if there are Foster parents are paid $1,000. per child by the government every month? What happens when 3 or 4 generations make more money being unemployed than working? What incentive do these persons have to work? Teachers are effective when they focus on “reasons for behaviors” rather than “the behaviors.”             What happens when these generations enter into public education? Do they have incentive to work? Do they have incentive to make their quality of life better? Teacher’s who come from healthy nurturing environments are shocked when they

TO SOLDIER ON-CAPTAIN AMERICA THEATER OF WAR ONE SHOT             I am an avid comic book reader. Through my collection of a couple grand or so of comic books I have more than a few comics that suck, some that are alright, and others that are epic. Epic, such as “TO SOLDIER ON-CAPTAIN AMERICA THEATER OF WAR ONE SHOT.” The story starts out being in the time of the Operation Iraqi Freedom. It demonstrated the sentiment of the soldiers of this very short war. Cap doesn’t become a part of the story till page 5. When he did I thought the comic was going to involve Cap a great deal. Yet, I was pleasantly surprised when the story stayed on the soldiers sentiments. Sentiments of low morale of being in War.             The comic reached its climax when Cap took on the role as a peace maker. A role that was much to what soldiers thought was to their own endangerment. Their thoughts were endorsed when their humvee ran over a land mine. Resulting in a soldier losing his legs and right ar

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Fearless (a testimony) © 2011 by Honea Byrne THE SCANNER- I plugged in that police scanner thinking I could hear something cool. Amazingly, it worked transmitting crimes for known youth gone wild. In most cities I’ve been in, ..Martin Luther King Jr. BLVD.. has been the part of town that I’m not supposed to be in. Better lock your car doors around the poor folk-GET your kids out the public school because those “folks” will beat them up. They don’t need to work because they are poor. The government take care of them. A reported burglary of a house; statistically, thereis a ninety percent chance that you’ll never see your belongings again-Reasons why? The police don’t have time to look in every pawn shop from here to Memphis. in the 1950s there was forced segregation. Fifty years later there is voluntary segregation. If you’re living in an upper class neighborhood your home or car maybe broken into a handful of times-and if your poor-getting burglarized is a way of life. A typical day

“ 0” An American billboarded perspective (ABSTRACT) My father had us play ROAD SIGN ALPHABET to beat the monotony of long family road trips. This game is played by spelling out the alphabet on billboards. The first one to reach Z wins.             I took the game a step further by studying how a town’s secrets are revealed by their billboards. Or do the billboards dictate a town’s secrets?             The two haunted highways are Highway 61 and Highway 49. Highway 49 descends to the end of Mississippi ( Gulfport ) (the Gulf Of Mexico), and ascends in Clarksdale . Highway 61 ascends to Memphis Tennessee and descends near St. Francisville Louisiana .             Walked into that bar with a Bill W. pop face t-shirt on and my soles worn out on my shoes.   Yea, my soul endures. Twas an armpit of a drag that has a homeless shelter, a church, and a strip club-Choose Your Fate-Choose Your Salvation-right? Bet’cha’ all of these establishments are in a territorial war. And like a head lookin

Strange             that the lap top computer was still on. The monitor was showing numerous surveillance screens of different parts of the town. Tic told me, “That Satan got many eyes, boy. He sees everything. Now you get to experience that sortah’ power.” This couldn’t be possible.             For the next few minutes I studied the folders and the make up of the computer. Deduced that there was some kind of soft ware that connected to satellites in space that some how gave real time surveillance of the area where the computer is located. Surely, this had to be something illegal.             I also discovered a folder containing various patterns mixed with sound bites that seemed to be of hypnotic suggestion.             Should I continue?             During the next few days I found myself compulsively studying the surveillance, praying to the Loh’Rd to give me an answer, and working out on the weights. Man, I was weaker than I had been in years. I was struggling with ninety-five pou