Obama Letter Draft 2

Dear President Barrack Obama,

            Your election is an intensely profound moment is for us, the collected people of America, to see such an inspirational and devoted person placed at the head of our country, and I hope that you will bring about a four, and hopefully eight, year time of prosperity and peace in our deeply troubled country. While you may think that you know the monumental tasks ahead because of your insightfulness and you knowledge of our history, it still will require overwhelming willpower, strong decision making and a profound interest in the American people. Luckily for my family, community and country I have found these three strengths in your speeches and your campaign.

            While you may recognize this already I only want to reiterate that your presidency is a mark of the beginning of a new United States of America where a person can be chosen for any position by their character, determination and wisdom. And that makes me proud to be part of your campaign and the country which you will govern for the upcoming years.

            While no one knows the extent of the economic crisis we are on the brink of diving head first into, I have full confidence in you, President Obama, to drag our country through this muck while serving only the interests of the collective people and simultaneously breaking the plutocracy that our former President established. And I feel that only when the collective wellbeing is considered can just decisions be made and then our country may prosper.

            An ecological crisis also looms threateningly over the horizon and while this rests on the shoulders of every civilized country in the world it will be your duty to rally the other world powers and be the first large nation to make drastic, but obtainable changes to our way of producing goods, transporting ourselves and harvesting energy. But again I have faith in your judgment and your cabinet's ability to brainstorm and consider new and unaccepted methodology and technology, and only through innovative ways to make energy conservation popular and plausible will we as people be able to overcome or slow global warming and the negative effects we have on our planet.

As Commander-in-Chief you will take vows over Lincoln's Bible to serve and protect our country that has chosen you as our leader. But this protection should be expanded to all people because every soul and dream that is crushed in a soulless public school or a undisclosed military prison is one more unproductive man or woman who is unable to further our country. So I charge you to shut down Guantanamo Bay and No Child Left Behind.

Finally as our President for the next four years I wish you the best of luck and the endurance to be able to withstand the atrocities that your job will have on your outward appearances and most importantly, your soul.  I hope and pray that by the end of your journey you will still have the desire to serve the public and that you will remain as sincere and energetic as you were at the beginning of your campaign.

In Fortitude and Peace,

- Benjamin H. Milner

(Or that guy chanting “B-A-R-A-C-K O-B-A-M-A” at the Charlottesville Virginia rally, I didn’t mean to be rude, I was just excited for your campaign)

Dear President Barrack Obama,

            You have no idea, really, of how profound this moment is for us, the collected people of America, to see such an inspirational and devoted person placed at the head of our country, and I hope that you will bring about a four, and hopefully eight, year time of prosperity and peace in our deeply troubled country. While you may think that you know the monumental tasks ahead because of your insightfulness and you knowledge of our history, it still will require overwhelming willpower, strong decision making and a profound interest in the American people. Luckily for my family, community and country I have found these three strengths in your speeches, campaigns and any insight I have into your family.

            While you may recognize this already I only want to reiterate that your presidency is a mark of the beginning of a new United States of America where a person can be chosen for any position by their character, determination and wisdom. And that makes me proud to be part of your campaign and the country which you will govern for the upcoming years.

            While no one knows the extent of the economic crisis that we are on the brink of diving head first into, I have full confidence in you, President Obama, to drag our country through this muck while serving only the interests of the collective people and simultaneously breaking the plutocracy that our former President established. And I feel that only when the collective wellbeing is considered can just decisions be made and then our country may prosper.

            An ecological crisis also looms threateningly over the horizon and while this rests on the shoulders of every civilized country in the world it will be your duty to rally the other world powers and be the first large nation to make drastic, but obtainable changes to our way of producing goods, transporting ourselves and harvesting energy. But again I have faith in your judgment and your cabinets ability to brainstorm and consider new and unaccepted methodology and technology, and only through innovative ways to make energy conservation popular and plausible will we as people be able to overcome or slow global warming and the negative effects we have on our planet.

As Commander-in-Chief you will take vows over Lincolns Bible to serve and protect our country that has chosen you as our leader. But this protection should be expanded to all people because every soul and dream that is crushed in a soulless public school or a undisclosed military prison is one more unproductive man or woman who is unable to further our country. So I charge you to shut down Guantanamo Bay and No Child Left Behind.

Finally as our President for the next four years I wish you the best of luck and the endurance to be able to withstand the atrocities that your job will have on your outward appearances and most importantly, your soul.  I hope and pray that by the end of your journey you will still have the desire to serve the public and that you will remain as sincere and energetic as you were at the beginning of your campaign.

In Fortitude and Peace,

- Benjamin H. Milner

(Or that guy chanting “B-A-R-A-C-K O-B-A-M-A” at the Charlottesville Virginia rally, I didn’t mean to be rude, I was just excited for your campaign)

 

 

 

WA 3 Draft 3

Defining Peace
Peace: Freedom from oppressive thoughts or emotions.
We are the roots that either feed or destroy our ideal of peace
So it is necessary to act justly and righteously towards our fellow man.
Turmoil results from a disregard for one another
Which in turn inhibits peaceful thoughts among us
And these angry broadcasts are normally the projection of our own insecurities
Therefore our lack of restraint undermines our need for peace.
So inner peace is necessary to obtain global peace.

Peace: a state of tranquility; freedom from civil disturbances.
While no community, region or country is absent of peace
That same area cannot be free from discord and turmoil.
This is the necessary juxtaposition of peace.
Without defined oppression there can be no freedom
Without disagreement we cannot have unity.
These two forces have and will be present and significant through all time
But we as communities and nations still must strive to live free of turmoil.

Peace: Freedom from oppressive thoughts or emotion.

Turmoil results from a disregard for one another 

Which in turn inhibits peaceful thoughts among us

Therefore our lack of restraint undermines our need for peace. 

We are the roots that either feed or destroy our ideal of peace 

So it is necessary to act justly and righteously to our fellow man. 

These angry broadcasts are normally the projection of our own insecurities 

So without inner peace global peace is impossible.

Peace: a state of tranquillity; freedom from civil disturbances.

While no community, region or country is absent of peace 

That same area cannot be free from discord and turmoil. 

This is the necessary juxtaposition of peace.  

Without defined oppression their can be no freedom

Without disagreement we cannot have unity. 

These two forces have and will be present and significant through all time 

But we as communities and nations still must strive to live free of turmoil.

"The Concept of Peace" WA3 D1

Peace: Freedom from oppressive thoughts or emotion.

Most turmoil is caused by a lack of willpower and consideration towards each other

and because peaceful thoughts are so rarely found in the mist of angst and distress

We seem to undermine our need for tranquility. 

Because we are the roots that either feed or destroy our ideal of peace it is neccesary to act justly and righteously to our fellow man. 

These angry broadcasts are normally the projection of our own insecurities so without inner peace global peace is impossible.

This is our duty to our self.

Peace: a state of tranquillity; freedom from civil disturbances.

While no community, region or country is absent of peace that same area cannot free from discord and turmoil. 

This is the necessary juxtaposition of peace.  

Without defined oppression their can be no freedom

Without disagreement we cannot have unity. 

Even though these two forces have been present and will remain significant through all time we as communities and nations strive to live free of turmoil.

This is our duty to each other. 

WA2 Draft 3

When he groggily came to, Darrell slowly raised his head, and as his vision slowly cleared Darrell’s hand came into focus. It was not until then until he began to realize his fuzzy surroundings.  He had seen the drab gray cinderblock walls before, their stark bleak faces stared back at him; dwarfing his prone body at over 18 feet tall, covered in sharp razor wire, crackling with electricity.  He knew his surroundings all to well.

Darrell heard a woeful cry in the distance, “God help me!” 

 The female voice floated over the charged walls, a desperate plea in such dismal surroundings.  He slowly worked his way to his feet and instinctively reached around behind his back but his scrabbling hands only grabbed air and shirt. As he brought his hands back around to his front he patted both pockets, but they had also been emptied.  He broke into a run towards the screams. The plaintive cry was closer now.  

“IM COMING” he yelled back.

Darrell Robert Randolph had worked for the UN-FIRM, the United Nations Foreign Institution for Rehabilitative Magnification, a task force used to drastically rehabilitate prisoners and terrorists.  He had been part of a unit that specialized in the construction of the labyrinth that he was now contained in along with his female companion. Its purpose had been to mentally torture its captives until they renounced their anti western ideas.

As thoughts raced through his head he too raced in the direction of the female voice, twisting and winding through the long fluorescent-lit corridors, his leather soles clacking against the immaculate floors. Floors and walls that no contained no direction or marks to indicate position; he was completely lost.  A blinding white light shown down on him that was made to penetrate the captives psyche and disoriented their thoughts. The desperate cry rung out again “PLEASE STOP” she cried, he yelled back in a measured tone “I’m coming, keep yelling and I’ll find you, just stay put." 

Darrell continued running towards the cries. Until he rounded the corner, where he stopped dead in his tracks. A woman was bound in a chair, a masked assailant held a small derringer in his hand, no larger a man’s hand, but lethal enough at close range.  Her mouth screamed but she made no sound, a whisper barely escaping her mouth, “Run he’ll kill you."

“Now don’t do anything irrational, I’m sure we can resolve this without violence”, shouted Darrell, but the masked man only smiled and tightened his grip on the gun now aimed at Darrell. 

It had begun to rain, a soft patter on the tin roof, which stood a good 30 feet above his head, a comforting sound.

“Who are you?” asked Darrell; the masked man responded, “ In the words of my brother Technique 'I’ve been to many places but I'm third world born. Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from, the third world son. You polluted everything, now the third worlds gone. The waters poisoned where I'm from. Revolutions come where I'm from, the third world son. Constant occupation, leaves the third world prone.'” He stared directly into the camera across from him. Abigail Cain you have been sentenced to death for your crimes committed against humanity and your inability to escape the paradigm that blankets the American civil service. For these crimes you are only worthy of death.”

 And with that statement he shot the blond woman in the chair. The fragments of her brain and chunks of skull rained down on Darrell.

Robert Darrell Randolph woke up in his suburban house and stared at his white wife, his heart beating madly.  His clock went off a second later Hip Hop blaring loudly, he quickly reached over to his bedside table slamming down on the smooth snooze button. After groggily kissing his wife Robert walked down the hall to the shower and turned on the radio; “Another beautiful day full of Sunshine and clear weather, put away your raincoats folks it’ll be a clear dry weekend. This is Bob Cain and I’m your AM host on CB—”.  Robert shut off the radio, and the knob broke off in his hand, “GREAT” he thought, one more thing on top of another beautiful day wasted in the lab testing rat intelligence. It was 9 hours of mazes, peanut butter and cheese.

 

WA2 Draft 2

As he awoke his head jumped to attention, but his mind reeled, and as his vision slowly cleared and Darrell’s hand came into focus he began to realize his fuzzy surroundings.  He had seen the drab gray cinderblock walls before, their stark bleak faces stared back at him; dwarfing his prone body at over 18 feet tall, covered in sharp razor wire, crackling with electricity.  He knew his surroundings all to well.

Darrell heard a cry in the distance, “God help me!”  The female voice floated over the charged walls, a desperate plea in such a dismal place.  He slowly worked his way to his feet and instinctively reached around behind his back but his scrabbling hands only grabbed air and shirt. As he brought his hands back around to his front he patted both pockets, but they had also been emptied.  He broke into a run towards the screams. The plaintive cry was closer now.  “IM COMING” he yelled back.

Darrell Robert Randolph had worked for the UN-FIRM, the United Nations Foreign Institution for Rehabilitative Magnification, a task force used to drastically rehabilitate prisoners and terrorists.  He had been part of a unit that specialized in the construction of the labyrinth that he was now contained in along with his female companion. Its purpose had been to mentally torture its captives until they renounced their anti western ideas.

As thoughts raced through his head he too raced in the direction of the female voice, twisting and winding through the long fluorescent-lit corridors his leather soles clacking against the immaculate floors. Floors and walls that no contained no direction or marks to indicate position; he was completely lost.  A blinding white light shown down on him that was made to penetrate the captives psyche and disoriented their thoughts. The desperate cry rung out again “PLEASE STOP” she cried he yelled back in a measured tone “I’m coming, keep yelling and I’ll find you, just stay put”. He continued running towards the cries. Until he rounded the corner, where he stopped dead in his tracks. A woman was bound in a chair, a masked assailant held a small derringer in his hand, no larger a man’s hand, but lethal enough at close range.  Her mouth screamed but she made no sound, a whisper barely escaping her mouth, “Run he’ll kill you”.

“Now don’t do anything irrational, I’m sure we can resolve this without violence”, shouted Darrell, but the masked man only smiled and tightened his grip on the gun now aimed at Darrell. It had begun to rain, a soft patter on the tin roof, which stood a good 30 feet above his head, a comforting sound.

“Who are you?” asked Darrell; the masked man responded, “In the words of my brother Technique I’ve been to many places but I'm third world born. Guerrillas hit and run where I'm from, the third world son. You polluted everything, now the third worlds gone. The waters poisoned where I'm from. Revolutions come where I'm from, the third world son. Constant occupation, leaves the third world prone.” He stared directly into the camera across from him. Abigail Cain you have been sentenced to death for your crimes committed against humanity and your inability to escape the paradigm that blankets the American civil service. For these crimes you are only worthy of death.” And with that statement he shot the blond woman in the chair. The fragments of her brain and chunks of skull rained down on Darrell.

Robert Darrell Randolph woke up in his suburban house and stared at his white wife, his heart beating madly.  His clock went off a second later Hip Hop blaring loudly, he quickly reached over to his bedside table slamming down on the smooth snooze button. After groggily kissing his wife Robert walked down the hall to the shower and turned on the radio; “Another beautiful day full of Sunshine and clear weather, put away your raincoats folks it’ll be a clear dry weekend. This is Bob Cain and I’m your AM host on CB—”.  Robert shut off the radio, and the knob broke off in his hand, “GREAT” he thought, one more thing on top of another beautiful day wasted in the lab testing rat intelligence. It was 9 hours of mazes, peanut butter and cheese.