The Endless Cycle

There is a cycle out there that we have been a part of, no matter what walk of life you come from you have seen some form of it in your life.This cycle causes pain, suffering, hate, war, rage, and sorrow. This cycle is caused by those who have no idea of the cost of a human life. This is the cycle of revenge. A painful cycle that can and probably never be broken by anyone in this time. There are so many things that cause entrance into this cycle. Greed, lust, envy, pride, wrath, an unwillingness to see others as equals. All these things are what brings us into to this cycle. We know this and yet we persist that when we participate in these things we are righteous and good, it's everyone that's at fault. You may be wondering why I have started talking about something like this. This was brought about by the recent story of the Arlington terrorist that was arrested a few days ago. He said that he was going to destroy the Capital Building, The Pentagon, and The White House because he believed that America had become evil. Many may say that these are the delusions of a murderer, but I believe that to all words there is some truth. This man believe that this country was so evil that he had to destroy no matter the body toll. This I cannot condone but there must be some truth to his words or he would not have done this. Our country has no been a saint, we have hundreds of civilian war causalities during the Iraq war on our hands. We have spilt our own share of innocent blood over the years, so has every country. This is not an excuse this is a  statement of fact and no matter what I don't believe that when someone is killed, some else doesn't deserve to die. Death begets death, hate begets heat, revenge begets revenge, war begets war. This is an endless cycle that will not be broken until someone can stand up and say that this is wrong and some how bring peace to the world. 

Is the Fast Food Industry Causing Obesity?

There are a lot of people saying that the American society is becoming obese. Now there are many reasons why this could be happening, some people are even trying to point the blame at the fast food industry. This is a little outrageous, I mean really are people so out of control of there own lives that they can't even control their own eating habits. It's not like I can't understand where people are coming from. Fast food is easy to get and it's really cheap. There are even promotional items and some places, like McDonald's, even host birthday parties. These make people want to go to fast food joints even more. This is, I agree, is a very valid point, but there apparently is no more sense of personal responsibility. People cannot deal with something that is wrong with them so they make it someone else's  fault entirely. This is just unreasonable in my opinion. If you see that something is wrong with yourself don't blame others, fix it yourself. Problems we have are usually self inflicted. If you see that your over weight don't blame the place you go to eat. Go to the gym, eat healthier foods. Heck you don't even have to go somewhere else for lunch since most fast food places now offer healthier choices for meals. I work at McDonald's and I know for a fact that there are salads and we even have grilled chicken as an option on sandwiches. People need to think about what they eat and how they can fix it them selves as opposed to who they can blame for how they look. Really someone suing the fast food companies because they're over wait is like someone suing the tobacco industry because they have lung cancer. It's your own fault, your actions caused this not someone else. Deal with your own problems instead of ignoring them and blaming someone you don't even know for it.

The Adventure's of Hippie (The End)

Hippie's new form caused by the rainbow wheat had now become near permanent. He was changing back less and less. The others had now started calling this "beast" that haunted them the Basilisk. Hippie liked the name and decided to stick with it. He screamed it to the night and his cry pierced the night air like shattered glass. He had been hunting more and more of the other chickens. Only one so far had been able to escape by not looking him directly in the eyes, but at his reflection. The survivor described his eyes as slitted snakes eyes, with acid green for the pupils. He was terrifying and stood four feet high. Hippie made sure that on his next hunt the survivor was his first target before he could spread anymore rumors. Just as that night's hunt began Hippie heard a cry not unlike his own when in the form of the Basilisk. He ran at his fastest pace to the barn and found that another chicken had found his stash. He began to charge the other Basilisk. They fought for hours but Hippie finally gained the upper hand he was about to strike down his opponent when... the farmer awoke with a start in a cold sweat. He ran to the bathroom and started to lose his dinner. "I am going to throw away all the chicken in my fridge first thing tomorrow morning," he thought. He went to his medicine cabinet to get some Peptobismol. When he shut the cabinet door to look at himself in the mirror he saw two slitted, acid green eyes staring at him four feet off the ground. He turned around slowly and saw what was behind him. His blood chilling scream was cut short by a screech that pierced the night air like shattering glass. Then just like that all was silent.    

The Adventure's of Hippie (part 6)

The others chickens on the farm had become very lax since Hippie had said that the beast was no more. Little did they know that the beast was among their own. Hippie had finally begun staying conscious of his actions after consuming the wheat. He realized that it turned him into a monster with and unsatisfiable urge to devour his own kind. This he knew now was the cause of the beast appearing after he had found the wheat and why he had never been around when it happened. He was the beast, a monstrous being ten times the size a normal chicken with a snakes tail and a lizards main. His eyes paralyzed his prey instantly. No one could escape his grasp. He was invincible the only thing that could stop him would be if another chicken found the wheat stash and tried to fight him. Then he would be in trouble. This gave him reasons to hide his precious stash even better than he had before. No one and I mean no one was going to appose him and get away with it anymore. He was the all powerful king of the farm now, "Muwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah," his laugh rang out like it was the Devil's own voice. 

The Adventure's of Hippie (part 5)

It had been around six days since the beast come and everyone on the farm was starting to relax a little, but a little mind you for they knew that at any moment one of them could go missing. This was a fear for many because they thought that the beast was just waiting for them to let their guard down. Hippie was worried more then the others, but for different reasons. He fear the if he didn't get more of the wheat he was going to start having trouble acting normally. This was causing him great fear. He decide that that night he was going to sneak away and try to get to the wheat and back before anyone noticed he was gone. He would rather chance seeing the beast than go another day with out the wheat. So off he went for what seemed like hours he walked afraid of every noise,  every stick breaking, every rustle of wheat. He had almost lost his nerve when he got to the wheat. He made it back just before day break with a new, larger stash. He decided to tell the others that the beast was gone and all was well. Once this was done everyone calmed down because they believed Hippie the smartest of them all. So they all went off that night thinking everything was fine, but little did they know that Hippie was dead wrong ....

The Adventure's of Hippie (part 4)

He awoke to the sound of screams emanating from the chicken coop. Hippie was so shocked he almost jumped out of the hay loft. He realized what was happening and ran outside to the chicken coop as fast as he could. He came to the coop in time to see three on the chicken hysterically running around yelling. He ran up and asked what was the matter. They told him that another chicken had gone missing. "This is the work of the cruel devil beast," they cried. "It has stolen away our poor friend. We must do something about it." "But how," cried one, "we don't even know what it's suppose to look like, it could be anything." "Then we should have everyone stay on the farm until we find away to deal with this menace." Hippie was terrified now, not because of the beast but because his stash of wheat had run out and he was desperately in need of more. How was he going to get some if no one was allowed to leave the farm? This was a great fear to Hippie because he was starting to feel the affects of not having any wheat. This was bad because he knew what would happen if he tried to resist for to long, but with no choice he decide to wait a few days and deal with the side affects and see if the beast just left.

The Adventure's of Hippie (part 3)

When we left off Hippie had come back from a freaky hallucination caused by an odd kind of wheat that he found at the very edge of the field, so let us now return to our story of Hippie the Technicolored Chicken.
   This was the third trip to the "Edge," Hippie called these trips to find the rainbow wheat, that week. He was starting to not be able to run properly without it. He had also started noticing some odd side affects like he needed to eat more and was starting to have a higher body temperature. He had also begun to notice a decline in the number of other chickens around him. They said that a monster had come from over the mountains and was beginning to devour their brothers. This last bit made him fear that his trips to get the grain would be very dangerous so he decided to grab as much as he could carry and take it back with him. So he found a spot up in the hay loft that few rarely went and decided to put his stash behind a loose board in the roof. This he knew would keep it safe even if someone went looking for it. He decided to have one piece before he went to bed just to help him go to sleep....

Why the MCAS should not be used by any School

The MCAS, the mortal enemy of every student from third grade up until Sophomore year. These standardized tests are extremely useless in my opinion. They do nothing but cause unneeded stress and anxiety in kids that don't need that kind of pressure put on them at such a young age. These tests take away from class time and cause teachers to teach methods that are never used again in real life. These test don't even test anything about the student, but about how well they have been taught. I'm going to say that these test caused me to stay up all night worrying if I was going to pass. I always did but that didn't matter because this test was always made to seem like it was the be all, end all of the testing world. I despised doing them because you failed you had to go through remedial courses on what you didn't do good in. Now there are those that will say that these test are necessary to see how good a student is and how smart they are. I think those people have never even taken this test and should be forced to take it after being repeatedly told that the way their life is going to turn out depends on how goo they do on this test, but they are entitled to their own opinion no matter how wrong I think it is. Another thing about the MCAS is it's needed to graduate from high school which I think is that worse thing of all because what if your not good at testing and the only reason you can't pass high school is because of some test that  the state made you take because they thought it was a good idea. The fact that these tests are mandatory until your second year of high school is way to ridiculous for me, but that's just my opinion take it or leave it.

The Media's Manipulation of the General Population

In recent years the mass media's reach has spread all around the world. With this so has it's ability to influence that population. The media tells us what to buy, what to eat and drink, what to wear, what we should care about, and how we should live our lives. This is just not right to me. Our society bases everything from where we go to how we should look off the media. Now I'm not trying to say the the media is bad, just some aspects of the media. The media brings us news and entertainment but it also is a way of bring us ways to think. Many of the eating disorder cases have been attributed to the media showing images of models and superstars causing people to think that they are inadequate to said models and stars. The media as a whole also gives us things that they say we should be interested in. On the news there are always stories about some mishap that a star has had and I ask myself "Why should I care?" If you can give me one good reason why I should care that Charlie Sheen is on drugs or the Arnold Schwarzenegger had a kid with his maid then tell me and I'll give you ten reasons why it's non o my business and is uninteresting to me.
    I despise what the media is doing to us as a culture. It sickens me sometimes thinking about all the people augmenting their bodies, starving themselves just to look like what they see on television. Now there are those that say people make all there own choices in life and falling for the media's manipulation is their own fault. I completely disagree. I think that no matter what you do or who you are your going to in someway fall for the media at some point because no one is immune to it's influence. There is almost nowhere  where there is no connection to some sort of media and that makes all the more worse. There is so much stimuli and persuasion how could one not fall into the net of the media.

The Adventures of Hippie (part 2)

Hippie awoke with a start to find himself back in the barn with no idea of how he got there. He was flustered and confused for a few minutes, wondering what had become of the rainbow hay and his powers to control the space around him.He went outside and found the other animals on the farm worried because he had been missing for six days when they finally found him laying out in the middle of the fields passed out from dehydration. He thought to himself "what happened to the other five days that I was gone. It must have had something to do with the rainbow wheat at the edge of the field." He decided that he would never go near that place again, but as much as he tried not to he was noticing that he had need to go back and have more wheat. Well this went on for a few days when he finally gave in and went to the place where he had found the wheat before. He finds it same as it was before so he goes to eat a another piece of wheat...

The Adventure's of Hippie

Now it is time once more for us to return to our story of Hippie the multicolored rooster. When we left off before our friend Hippie was about to try one of the rainbow pieces of wheat. Well after much thought Hippie decided to try some of this mysterious wheat that grew at the most remote part of the fields. As he placed the wheat in his mouth he had the strangest sensation, it felt like his feet were no longer on the ground. When he had fully eaten the wheat he started feeling odder than before. Things started changing before his eyes. Colors were changing and becoming brighter, shapes were turning into blobs before his eyes. "This is the most amazing thing in the world," he thought to himself. He felt like he could do anything, be anything. It was almost if he had been given the power to make things as he saw fit. So he decided to try and make a river, and just like that one appeared right before his eyes. So he thought I want there to be a tree reaching into space and there was. Hippie experimented with this new found power of his for hours, till he became very tired. He thought to himself "I can play some more when I wake up." So with that he lay down and went to sleep.

Hippy's First Adventure into the Unkown

Hippy was wondering though the fields one day as usual, but something would be different today, something that would turn Hippy's world upside down. On this walk that was just like any other walk Hippy decided to a different route that the one he usually took. So instead of going down the hill to the river, Hippy decided to go over to the mountains surrounding the farm. He walked and walked for hours until the sun started to go down. He had almost reached the mountains and wanted to go a little further just to see what lay on the mountains for he had always seen glimpses of an odd colored object at the end of the wheat field and wanted to see what it was, so he made up his mind to press a head to the mountains and rest there for the night. So he walked right up to the base of the mountain just as the set passed over the horizon. So he found so wheat to eat and slept. When he awoke he awoke to a sea of color more beautiful than his own feathers. Wheat all the colors of the rainbow. This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I never want to leave. So there he stayed for weeks just admiring the wheat. Then one day he decides that he should try the colorful wheat. What happens when he eats the wheat you ask? Well you'll just have to wait and find out.

Hippy the Rooster

Hippy is a multicolored rooster. His feathers are the colors of blue, red, orange, green, yellow, black, and pink. He has a beak of pure gold. He lives on a farm over looking fields of golden wheat and rivers of crystal. He finds no greater joy than just sitting outside watching the sky turn the colors of his feathers as the sun sets on the horizon. He eats his fill of grain left out in the sun to dry and spends his nights sleeping in the loft of the barn. He wake at dawn to rouse those with in the range of his call. He loves where he lives but he wishes that there was more for him to see than just these fields of golden wheat and rivers of crystal, for one grows bored with the same sights after time no matter how beautiful they are. Thus begins his epic adventure through his own imagination, but that friends, I fear is a tale for another time.

The Reaction to Hurricane Irene

Last weekend most of the East Coast was hit by Hurricane Irene. There was a lot of panic and fear at the though of the damage that might be caused by this. It wasn't helped by the media. All the news stations made the storm sound like it was the end of days. This caused even more panic and confusion. All the media did was add fuel to the fire. I had personally believed that the storm wasn't even going to be that bad. I had a conversation with a customer at the McDonalds I work at, he said and I quote," The media is hyping the entire things up, people are out buying pumps and generators and survival kits that they will never use. Then they're going to return them and people are going to lose money." I think this speaks to how the hurricane was being viewed. I mean there are those that will say being prepared was right thing to do because that meant that you were ready for when the storm actually came and took down trees and people lost power. I say that they have a very valid point. The storm was worse than I thought it was going to be, my neighbor's tree fell on my parents car, but I still believe that there was a lot of overreacting going on amongst that general public. The storm caused panic and the media and businesses feed on that panic and fueled it. This gave people a fear the something terrible was going to happen. The storm was bad yes, and I believe that, but this storm was just that a storm that got had a little more power than we're usually used to.Peoples reactions were way over the top for a little rain and wind. This was a hurricane that was downgraded at the last possible moment to a tropical storm, not the storm of Armageddon.