Mexico and United States Relations.

There has been a steadily growing tension between Mexico and the United States. Immigration, drug trafficking, and violence have been creating the tension that exists between the two countries. I believe if we help Mexico rebuild their economy they can be a stronger ally, and their people won’t have as much drive to leave their country like they do now. If we can help Mexico become a world power then that will take off some of the issues we have now with the system. Not only are they our allies but our neighbors, so if Mexico has issues it will directly affect us. By helping rebuild trust between the government and the Mexican citizens, we can see significant changes in the politics and how people fight it. Until then nothing can be fixed over time. I didn't need to read anything because I use to live in Mexico, so I know what issues there are and have lived threw many of them.

A Child's Mind

My name is Tobby, I am a magician. I get all my powers from my turban, a magical hat. I use it to control my surroundings. In my world fantasy is reality. There are no limits to my power. My hat has no rule, no law, and no limits. I found that the turban in a magic shop, the owner told me I will possess all the powers I will ever want. He said the hat doesn’t work for him, for he is too old. Only the purity of a child’s mind can create magic. The limit of the hat’s power is limited to my imagination. I have created a new world where logic doesn’t exist, and the freedoms of my mind wander. The magic exists only to children; other children can see my magic.
I first will summon creatures to play with me. I will turn my friends into animals and I will be a wizard. We play in the local playground as our parents watch. They look my way clueless of my magical actions. I turn all my friends into different animal, Leo a frog, James a lion, and Cathy a turtle. I now want to fly, but I need a beast. I call forth Barter the flying dog and mount. With my hat snug in place, we set forth to the skies.

My Decleration of Independance to the Cathloic Church

When in course of human nature, there comes a time when I must dissolve the bands which tie me from the religion I was born into. Times of the present have changed. No longer are people unable to see the world with their own eyes, find crucial information for at one time was not there. There is a global community of people, no longer are we controlled by ones town and government which has been influenced by the religion of the people. My Catholic forefathers have manipulated and forever changed the thoughts of my ancestors, but have not influenced my young eager mind. I will not be held down with the fear of a burning prison, but let my mind drift in the river of knowledge that will forever flow till the end of humanity. The amount of knowledge one can acquires, has exponentially changed threw the 21st century. The age of light is upon us. No longer will science be shunned and look down upon, but will rise from each dark corner of this reached world and show the true light which one day all humanity will look at in awe.
It has left its followers in confusion.
It has only relied on faith and not fact.
It has created greed not abolished.
It has killed more than protected.
It has taken one’s wealth and used for unreasonable purposes.
It has starved its followers and enriched its preachers.
It lives above the law, or becomes law.
It changes instincts to evil and anything good must be wrong.
It changes stories with each new branch.
It starts wars, does not end them.
It creates a false world, and hides the skeletons.
It takes all reason and vaporizes it, only a book holds all knowledge.
It uses its followers to do thy bidding for the security of the hierarchy.
I therefore will forever break the bonds that try to hold me back. The bonds that want to cloud my judgment. The chains that want me to conform and follow like a lamb. I am not a lamb but a bird. A bird that will fly away and question the rest of the herd, to ensure they will questions ones actions and with the hope that someday they too will grow wings and break the manipulative bonds that hold them down. They too will see the light and accept a new way of life, full of knowledge and mystery.

The Detective!

Thanks to: Bill Sullivan’s Turnstile Photography Project for Picture

For this post I took a picture from Bill Sullivan's art gallery and created a story based upon one of the people I saw. Here is my outcome:

His name is detective, Sean Smith. It’s 1930, and he can tell that today is going to be an interesting day. He has been working on a case for the past 6 months. This young girl not even a day over the age of 20 asked for his help. She wanted him to find a scientist that took her beloved hubby away. She said he worked on 8^th street and Brewer Ave. when he went to find this guy, he was gone. Only the smell of sin was left. He has been on his tail city by city ever since. Each city he is one step closer to finding this criminal and putting an end to him. This was a cold night. He had a heavy jacket on, glasses, and a hat to conceal his identity. He reached the ware house where he would find the killer. He took out a gun for security purposes. He found the door was open and walked in suspiciously. The long hallway was dark. He began to walk slowly. His heart raced and each step sounded louder. He almost reached the end when out of nowhere he was grabbed and his mouth was covered. He soon blacked out.

The light shined so bright. He opened his eyes. He couldn’t see where he was. “Hello, detective”, said an unfamiliar voice. He looked around, but nothing. “I am Doctor Vancouver”, he spoke again. “What do you want?” Smith questioned. “ I want you to leave me alone and never bother me again”, Vancouver stated. “Do you plan to kill me?” Smith questioned with worry. There was a silence. “No, I am simply going to send you somewhere, where you can’t bother me”. Vancouver then grabbed something and flipped a switch. The lights in the room elongated and the world Smith was in began to change. Within moments Smith hit a floor. He heard footsteps all around. He slowly opened his eyes. Everything was different. Next to him was a plastic piece of paper. He picked it up and pushed off the floor. There where loud noises everywhere. He noticed everyone was going in one direction. Not to create a scene he followed. He noticed everyone was swiping their cards threw a whole and entering threw metal doors. He then noticed it was his turn, he took the plastic paper card, swiped it, and wearily stepped through the door.