For and Against
Our dear mister presidente is so kind.
He's protecting us from terrorists.
He catches people and squeezes information out of them, and after all the juice is squeezed out he wonders...'hey waita waitaminute...is this legal?'
So the judicial court declares that it certainly is not you naughty mr.president, so he sends out to congress for a permit to ask them questions. To interrogate them, as he so kindly concluded.
Questions which need not be asked, because they already have the information they need, which he stated shortly afterwards.
So yeah. Lets be pointless, but assure the American people that it's all ok, and we saved your lives from possible death by interrogating people we caught. We certainly don't want to offer our other cheek, no, we want to bitchslap yours until you get the point, and THEN ask for permission.
We are law-abiding citizens, after all.
Mr. President then told the news CBS and Katie Curric (whom we all love and adore) that he didn't want to back down, b
The storm"You guys, I need you to calm down. It's not the end of the world."
Thank god those words never reached my lips.
So, is it everyday ones family freaks out over the loss of a small dog? I mean, really freaking out. I feel a little heartless, my whole family is crying over the loss of the dog, and I am there, planning on reading a book, holding a candle. My mother storms in, while my sisters are still calling, "Turn the- Turn the candle off, Rosey's gone." She screams, half mad with fear, I suppose. I blow it out, wincing as some of the hot wax drips onto my hand. I never expected it to be that hot, I thought at the moment. 24 hours is on the projector, so I go turn it off, go to my room. My sister crying like a mad gal and running out into the street with my dad (Who luckily knows how to keep his head in face of a crisis) my little sister sobbing into my shirt, saying "She's gone." With gasping breaths, my mother running around the house screaming the little dogs name, over and over in
Do you remember?The music was always turned on in the car after her art class. It made a mood, wether it be a soft, or a quick mood, it made a mood. The car always bumped to the beat of the music, bump bump bump wirrrrr. The uneven roads of her home had always caused the rickety car to move about unsteadily, and whats more, the pace that her driver went at caused it to vibrate more. Normally it made her fall asleep, but this was not the case today.
The music was sad, today. And the girl tried not to look in the car mirror, instead trying to take in all the beauty that was her home. It truly was beautiful to her, from every crushed can of beer on the blackened road, to the people walking in the streets, or driving in their cars, living in their ownworlds. 'Do you remember? Do you remember?' the words echoed in her head, bringing back a flood of memories. How often had she heard those words? How often had she challenged herself to remember the streets, in case she was leaving. And now... now she was l
And the angel came to earth and picked up a white lily. He blew on it, and from its dust rose a beautiful woman. The womans name was to be Candace, after her white skin and green eyes. Her hair was black, like the earth, and upon seeing this the angel was pleased. For awhile both creatures lived happily in the Garden of Eden, but the Lord called the angel back to the above with a thundering voice.
And so dutifully, the angel would have to leave to go serve and live by the Lords will. Candace was devastated, and because of this before the angel left it took a strand of Candaces black hair. He took it and let it fall to the black earth, and from it rose a man. The man was as black as the hair, and earth that created him, and the angel was pleased. The man would keep Candace company, and Candace was happy. The angel briefly named the man Braeden and left to the heavenly realm to love and serve the Lord.
For eight years the garden remained in peace, and the man and the woman took care