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                                                          By: Charles Metcs

 

[The main light shines on the center of the stage, everything else behind it is blacked out, on the center of the stage is the protagonist Erik Schriner with his arms out in a cross position and his head looking down, he raises his head and begins a monologue directed at the audience] 

“Survivor, that is my name now [sigh]…but it wasn’t always. I was once just a little helpless Erik Schriner, a village boy from the country of Latvia, no possible idea of the life journey I was about to embark upon. As a child I grew up in an Eastern European country meaning I was always surrounded by snow, small buildings, turnips and peppermint tea and work everybody everywhere. But then one day…they came, the men from him…Joseph Stalin. They burst through our house and snatched my mother, little sister and I from our cotton beds, the last time for a long time we would see or feel comfort cradling us like children in the dark night, the last time we would stop and gaze at the moonlight shining down from above.  We were removed so fast my father, a factory worker, didn’t even have enough time to rush to the cellar and grab his rifle, but he wouldn’t have made a difference. These men were unstoppable like the monsters in the ghost stories we were told as children. We were rushed to the train station and were shoved into a car full of others stuck in the same predicament as us. No explanation, no sympathy just silence and confusion to consume us on our long, cold trip to Hell…what they called the Gulags. Not many know of the Gulags, they were the Man of Steel’s most infamous creation in his empire known as the Soviet Union. Cesspools of brutal labor, sickness, abuse and much, much loss awaited us in the freezing wilderness of Siberia, the harsh Northeast of Russia, with no escape or mercy. So how did I end up here after so many years of having to bear all that, well one thing Hell taught me was self-reliance, which means faith in ourselves. Faith to me has always been Humanity’s greatest motivator I found it in that horrid place amidst everything else and never let it go. It helped me trust the future, because the future is never truly set.”

[The center light then goes off and blizzard wind sounds can be heard and blue light then come up and lights the whole stage revealing the set of a Gulag. From Stage Left a Guard walks on towards a gate set piece in the center. Then from the right Erik, his mother and little sister walk on slowly looking sad. Harsh music comes on as they approach the gate a prisoner runs on from stage left with a shovel followed by another guard who joins the other Guard at the Gate. Erik watches the boy as he’s working digging up the ground with the shovel, the scratching metal sound of the shovel can be heard. The Guard then separates Erik from his family and pushes him toward left as he yells for his family and cries and he gets pushed on the ground eventually. The other Guard pushes his family out and closes the Gate. The mother is forced to the grab the little sister as she runs toward Erik and pulls her away off the stage. Erik then runs toward the gate but is grabbed by the other guard and begins a fight with him, he knocks the guard on the ground and gets up but is hit in the face with the shovel by the Guard, who grabbed the shovel from the prisoner during the fight. The Guard then gets up and the two run off stage.

[The music then goes off and Erik’s crying and grunting can be heard as he is trying to pull himself off the ground the prisoner looks around and then puts down his shovel and lifts out his hand in front of Erik and pulls him up.]

The Prisoner: “Are you alright”.

Erik: [While wiping his tears] Wha…what happened, where am I…where is my family [He grabs the prisoners lapels and yells] WHERE ARE THEY! [He begins to cry again]

[The Prisoner hugs and says] “You are in a Gulag, a Siberian labor camp, my name’s Yuri it’s 1941 and I’ve been here for 6 years since 1935 and I’m 30 years old, in my six years I’ve seen very horrific things happen to people my age but I assure you I won’t let them happen to you I want to help you survive as I have but you need to start by facing reality, I’m sorry but they’re gone”.

Erik: [crying hardly]”No”.

Yuri: “I’m very sorry but it’s true”.

Erik: “Can you at least tell me where they went”.

Yuri: “This camp is full once again, people die all the time in here so therefore new ones are needed to take their places. You were lucky enough to be one of them and not have to suffer the fear and confusion of where you’re headed all over again. There are hundreds more of these in this part of the world they’re headed for the next one, I’m sorry but you won’t see them for a while.”

Yuri: “But I’ll be your friend, what’s your name”.

Erik: “Erik…Erik Schriner”.

Yuri: “I like that name where are you from”.

Erik: “I was born in a small town, practically a village, in Northern Latvia I guess I’m used to this kind of weather now cold snow and harsh winds, but I’d much rather be there than here”.

Yuri: “We have 2 things in common it seems, we’re both from Latvia, except I’m from the South, much greener. I was born on a potato farm but it was burned to the ground when the squads came and I like you was separated from my parents”.

Erik: “I’m sorry”.

Yuri: “Please don’t be you didn’t do a thing, you know the worst thing I’ve had to deal with throughout all my years here up till now”?

Erik: “What”.

Yuri: “I still don’t truly know why I’m in here, it seems that neither does anyone else”.

Erik: “What do you mean”?

Yuri: “Well the farm I grew up on has been owned by my family for 5 generations but soldiers from the despicable Communist regime we live under now showed up and stated that we had to give it up so they could build homes and factories on top of it for the citizens from the cities. They saw it as an act of greed and selfishness to claim so many acres of land as their own and threatened us to share it with the rest of the people, my parents refused, they kept their honor, so they burnt it to the ground and took them and therefore me, being related to who they call traitors as well. But it makes no sense, my family built that farm from the ground up for hundreds of years they plowed, grew and pulled those crops with their bare hands from the ground so they could the feed the starving people just outside of our home, not for money, not for praise just because it was the right thing to do. It’s their creation, their hard work their pride but the now its theirs to build their factories on and the city people’s to build their homes on none of them helped create it so why should they share it. Why should all their life’s work be burnt down and destroyed for the prosperity of others, it shouldn’t be. That’s the worst thing about our government today they don’t value the strength and hard work or creativity of men and women.”

Erik: “I suppose your right”.

Yuri: “Why are you in here, you come from a home non secluded from everyone else I’d like to here your perspective”?

Erik: “Well, my father was a factory worker and my mother worked at home as a house wife just as hard doing our laundry, cleaning, cooking feeding all of us ensuring our survival but because she didn’t make money doing it and didn’t work outside like my father she was declared a criminal by them we were taken as well because they saw us as lazy kids because we were without jobs and my father was left alone, he’ll probably never see us again all because we didn’t make money like him, we weren’t ready to work but I guess we have to be now”.

Yuri: “You see, if you’re not the same as everyone else, who in reality is who the regime wants them to be, you’re branded a criminal or traitor and sent here even if you don’t know who you are yet, it’s crazy. But I’ve learned that this is my life now and I may as well make the most of it, will you do the same Erik”.

Erik: “Yeah, I’ve known you for only a few minutes but you’ve told me things I would never think of hearing my whole life, thank you”.

[Just then stomps are heard off stage and Yuri starts to work]

Erik: “Yuri what is it”.

Yuri: “The Guards are back just say nothing”!

[One of the Guards approaches Erik from stage left pulls him up and puts a shovel in his hand and the other says then lets go and slaps him]

Guard: “You attacked my guard earlier, that is unacceptable in this camp, there are rules that must be followed to maintain order. There is us and there is you and we are above you and you will work for us to make up for your crimes or you will be shot and don’t except a funeral. When you attacked my guard I was angered but impressed, you seem strong enough to carry out the tasks we command but you need to learn to respect authority, this is your last chance boy. Our main intention with all this is not to give you what you deserve but to help reform you into respectable citizens in the new society who don’t put themselves above everyone else and who respect one authority and hold the needs of society closer than the selfish needs of themselves. So welcome to the Gulag you will be here awhile boy and you better straighten yourself up.”

[He looks at both Erik and Yuri and yells] “NOW BACK TO WORK…ALL OF YOU”

[The sound of clinking shovels are heard and Erik starts to dig next to Yuri as the second guard begins to walk back and forth across the stage as the other leaves]

Yuri: “I told you they’re bad but just do what they say and stay close to me, one day this will all end and we will be free maybe even find our ways back home, always remember that it will give you faith”

Erik: “I always will, thank you Yuri”

[The center light then goes off as the two smile and work and Yuri walks off stage and it comes back up to show Erik alone in the middle and the light changes to yellow and morning calm wind can be heard, the 2nd Guard is also on stage watching over Erik working]

[Erik stares at the audience and gives another monologue directed at them in a different older sounding voice] “Summer, 1954, but not the summer you’d think. Birds chirping, sun shining, green grass and flowers all around, not here in Siberia nothing changes around here the wind is just a bit quieter and the air is more brisk. But anyway I’m 26 now, 13 years in this place and nothing has changed, all day long everyday we just chunk up dirt that’s frozen solid to the ground and dig up the rocks beneath and move them to a big pile at the other end of the camp where they just sit there and get harder, sometimes when we discover boulders we take pick axes to them to make them smaller. We never even get to go inside for food they bring us stale loaves of bread for us to pick apart like savages but it still doesn’t satisfy our hunger it just increases it. I’ve seen many awful things in here, innocent men and women losing their limbs and skin to the frostbite and dying out here in the cold, harsh blizzards with the guards not even having the common decency to drag their bodies back to the barracks. They just let them dissolve into the ground for us to dig up and bury their bones over and over again until we go through the same. I’ve long lost my motivation since the death of my friend Yuri since they killed him, I know nothing of the rest of family, I don’t even know what’s happening in the world beyond this frozen rock we don’t get newspapers just letters from the evil overlords up in Moscow and that just tell the guards the same thing, push on nothing more. Even after the passing of the Minister of Death himself, Joseph Stalin, nothing has changed. I’m tired, I’m sick, but I’m surviving and I’m faithful as Yuri taught me but even that is fading away.

[It then jumps back into the play as Erik works and the main guard walks out with a piece of paper] Guard: “ALL OF YOU LISTEN UP, it is a day of change for the union as you all know our former leader and above all comrade Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin has died, and our new Premier Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev since taking office has made promises to keep guiding our country in a fair and prosperous direction. Especially with the USSR’s new nuclear defense initiative in this raging Cold War against the United States of America and their new President Dwight D. Eisenhower he promises to protect our fair Communist system against their immoral Western capitalist ways. But he has also advocated for the Human rights of Soviet citizens, that being you, and considers this camp a symbol of oppression and fear against all who have suffered and lived through it and today effective immediately you are all to be released as the Gulags have been declared no more”. [The Guard gives a look of remorse as a cheering sound effect can be heard]

[Erik then stares at the guard amidst the cheering and drops his shovel and walks away the guard then approaches him]

Guard: “Erik, Erik”.

Erik: “You know I’m not going to turn around I’m never looking back at this place again.”

Guard: “Erik you’re a strong willed worker and person, physically and mentally you have survived better than anyone else, we could use a man like you on our military”.

Erik: “Why do you need an army anymore with this whole arms race going on, it seems with nuclear weapons and defense all at the push of a button you don’t need the strong will and loyalty of brave good men anymore just like in here, I spit on your army and your union”.

[He then spits on his badge and the two guards beat him and the main holds a knife to his head and says]”Your lucky the laws have changed or I would take your life faster than you would ever realize, I was wrong your just a stupid weak boy like your friend Yuri who we rightfully killed and your family who you couldn’t save all those years ago, now go out into the snow and do us all a favor and die and you’ll realize that all your faith from all these years has just been a gigantic waste, like you, goodbye Erik”.

[The two guards then walk away and one of the other says]”Stupid boy”

[Erik then gets up and begins to limp out of the camp and yells] Erik: “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT …WHY ME! [He starts crying and limps off stage]

[He limps on stage again and a new set of a town stops and begins another monologue toward the audience] Erik: “I’ve been walking for hours now through, snow and forest no sign of civilization or common decency. I’m just lost, broken, alone, tired and hopeless…most of all hopeless. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ve just accepted my fate…[sigh] I’m going to die I can feel the cold bitter wind eating at my skin and freezing up everything inside me my bones, my mind. There’s nothing I can do to stop it it’s going to kill me, I don’t know if I deserve to die or if I did anything wrong but if I did I’m sorry, I think I can try having one last sleep

The serpent of the ultimate evil that tares at the soul of the naive and unrighteous. Those who fight a constant match with their incapability to talk to any in front of them.

The resulting rumors, lies, violence and nightmares that ensue from the feeling that one reunited anew. The misunderstanding of the victim that causes the fellow snakes to evict them of all their happiness, joy and achievement bash into the thin air any chance of allievement.

For the lifetime of suffering, loss and inhibition that makes one feel as though they are a heavy hollow shell of wasted potential and life.

Wishes their parents never bore them, as the world would have never sore them in the dark world and confusion and anxiety that can lead the mind to its breaking point, the worst we all fear the loss of soul where you can’t even shed a tear.

These feelings deserve our hate, they deserve our grief enough with the excuses that it is only brief for it lasts along time without the sun to rise again on our hearts or head a constant rain cloud of deceit and to shadow the light coming ahead.

Block your ears to the sounds of this sin it cannot destroy if you don not left it in, lock it outside and throw away the key for the mind is a sacred entity.

It cannot be broken, damaged or undone if we do not let the evil words run all around it spreading their poison of the ultimate evil for it is not fair but necessary if we are to see the glory of finally abandoning despair for a better sunnier life of prosperity and love and to feel the heavens kiss us from above.

The system of the free that creates the soil for those who love the to stand upon and pray. To wish, to dream to achieve and to never give up in the face of tyranny, loss and hatred.

The system that allows for men to build buildings ten thousand feet high and launch rockets that kiss the sky all the way to the moon. The system where the artist can use the brush to send a message of color and passion without the worry of their work being diminished in a roaring fire or being torn up at the razor edge of a sword.

Where fairness is not forced but right. Where destiny is chosen not decided and the mind is free to run a marathon of life, intellect, art and reward. Where the soul is free to pursue love, energy, people, passion, children anything they choose.

Where the rewards are immense for those who seek to achieve them. Gold and green, yellow and blue, black and white. The gift of air, water, earth and fire all for the taking.

The freedom to explore the rich green forests, the pure blue sparkling oceans, the rugged stern mountains or the golden sanded yellow deserts.

The beauty of the Earth for any who dream it, for any who take the step to achieve it no barriers, chains or bonds strapped upon them are holding them down just their own sanity and perception keeping the to the ground.

Embrace your inner love of freedom rise from the rubble upon which you stand and reach for the stars above the land, never look back only in front and the rewards will be immense never blunt.

Liberty is good, liberty is right, let us take for what it is the idea that keeps us safe at night. For after we sleep we wake upon morning in America for there is a new dawn.

 

The misunderstood savior of Human life, the hero we need to wait in the shadows and save us when we can’t find any light to guide us out of the dark. The system I see as the ultimate driver of Human achievement, peace and, order.

The system that serves as the glue to a very complex masterpiece of the Earth and Humanity. The system that balances us by work, talent and drive for success, achievement and riches. The system that has brought out the best in all of us and has pushed us to create a better future for generations of economic, social and political evolution to come.

The system that has pushed us from the swamps to the stars and even to the Moon. The system that grows children into adults the undeniable enforcer of responsibility, compassion and respect for people, product, art and deliverance to the others as well as standing strong with the individual molders of the mind, soul and body.

The system that can bring thousands of people together to create one product, maybe hating each other if ever meeting in real life, but forging their passion into whatever new masterpiece they choose to create or every industrial tradition they choose to preserve or uphold. Hundreds of countries selling goods in a global market for the betterment of the whole of the Earth.

The system that has built towers to the sky, glorious power through the ground, resorts for the water and medicine for the sickness of the Earth. The system that brings those out of the worst of the world and grants them the chance to reach the for the best.

We live as we do and this is the ultimate system that allows to live and do the right way, even if we don’t know its incredible effect and security it blesses us with daily and forever.

Indeed Capitalism, nothing does it better.

C

 

An emotion which describes me greatly is the word mercurial. This means that one has the ability to change their moods very consistently. Ever since childhood I’ve always loved to move fast, I would use my imagination like a teleporter from one great vision to another. One moment I could be a Spy stopping a nuclear war from happening, the next I could be a Soldier storming the German Compound on Juno Beach. But as time went on I realized that reality was much less innocent. Today I still slip but through moods rather than visions. I can be confused due to my isolation of who’s more crazy me or everyone else or I could be angry or conflicted at the state of the world around, is it Heaven or is it simply Hell with a blue sky and birds. I guess it is fair to explore one’s mind but it can feel like one big labyrinth of deception when you cannot decide on a path to choose, or an emotion to express, or a moment to cherish. I seek this healthy clarity everyday and pray to find it but will it ever come, sometimes I believe yes some no, but I do know that this validates my mercurial Human nature and emotional state.

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Many have argued in the past few years based on statistic that this generation is the worst in our history, by North American standards, for our youth also known as the Millennial Generation. Many have pointed blame to certain negative aspects of this generation; the curse of the Internet/Information Age, the harsh blows and loss of jobs sustained by North America’s economies or the rise of much more violent and irresponsible youth activities such as video games, TV Programs, Movies mostly due to the creation of sites like Netflix as well as internet pornography. But based on my research I believe that all these issues can be attributed to one central, the death of the North American Nuclear Family and depletion of classical family values.

I want to begin by listing the issues facing the youth of today. This current decade contains the highest rate of suicide in teens ever, as well as drug and alcohol use, violence, infant mortality and crime/prison sentences. How can a lack of traditional family values cause this catastrophe. Well according to American Economist/Professor Thomas Sowell, who has focused a lot on the effects of this in African American communities, and I quote “Almost 100 years after the end of slavery in the U.S. in 1960 only 20% of black kids in the country were born into single parent households and barely any were unemployed without a steady job. That number has since quadrupled to 70% of kids mostly due to the Progressive policies enacted in the United States in the post Civil Rights Era of the 1960s.” Due to these policies, especially due to the Government relief programs of the Great Society like welfare, many individuals, especially women have chosen to abandon the path of employment as well as becoming mothers. This has caused the rates of single parent births, divorces and abortions that have hurt especially the minority communities today due to a lack of fathers and sense of responsibilities, and these attitudes steer many of the children in these communities away from the paths of education and success and toward the paths of failure, crime, jail, depression and even suicide. One point I want to stress more than any others is the importance of fathers to all sons, no matter what their race, religion or ethnicity. While a mother is their to nurture and love the father is there to teach a boy a how to become a man, and no other person would known how to be a man better than a man, fathers give boys structure, teach them responsibility and pick them up when they have fallen, just like mothers do to girls. One of the many reasons why the majority of victims of these effects of the death of traditional family values are boys is because of a lack of fathers and the recent de-masculinized culture of males in our society, also known as the “War on Boys”. Children need parents of both genders to help nurture and raise them into responsible adults as both offer different perspectives, feelings and knowledge on life issues that both genders face, especially in adolescence. Kids need fathers just as much as they need mothers and a complete family with both parents and siblings gives a child an environment where they can grow up feeling loved, not alone, and supported, not abandoned. Also when the parent is making a decent income from a steady job, and allowed to keep that money, that increases the idea of responsibility in the household, once one feels satisfied on their own they want to help others feel the same and for many successful and hardworking parents those others are undeniably their children. In the words of late American rapper Tupac Shakur[1971-1996]; “I know for a fact that had I had a father I’d have some discipline. I’d have more confidence.”

Another central cause of the break up of family values is due to the breakdown of free market values in our North American economies. If we take a look back to the economy of the post-war boomer generation. Although times were much simpler and wages were substantially higher, due to the lack of investment needed with the massive income of companies as technology was much less advanced. But due to the advancement in technology since the Space Race Age, specifically computers, automation and of course of the internet, labor has become easier and wages have reduced. Therefore lower taxes and more economic freedom is required to keep the balance in our Capitalist economy as we all want newer and better products, every wish has a price. But this is squandered and made nearly impossible when tax rates and increased Government involvement and spending is pushed, and it effects nobody worse than the working and middle class families. The definition of economic freedom is being able to choose whatever profession one wishes and keep and enjoy the fruits which they earn from it. This means that one can afford good food, clothes, appliances, toys, cars, vacations, etc. to support their families. But the most important thing is that for those working to provide for the ones they love, having a purpose, they work harder and feel a stronger sense of responsibility outside of their selves and that spirit can make an impression upon their kids and allow them to grow up with confidence and stronger work ethic. Also when parents don’t have to worry about feeding or providing health care to their kids they can focus and raising and spending time with them and sharing their happiness around the household. When tax rates are raised however for the Government’s escapades that they claim are helping the people these families sadly lose their personal economic freedom to save and spend their money for whatever goals or desires they wish to claim and achieve as Ronald Reagan once quoted “As Government expands Liberty contracts.” Therefore the breadwinners of the family must refocus their priorities on making money and merely surviving rather than truly living and raising their kids in a positive and prosperous fashion. Stress mounts and money can turn to neglecting or even abusing their children to alcoholism or over eating to cope with their personal pain, and this negative attitude never effects those around them well. The husbands or wives feel abandoned and un-cared for, which is a central cause of many cases of divorce in this generation, as do the kids who develop a feeling of ostracism and neglect. When having no support at home this can carry its way into life outside of it and growing up alone and dejected is a surefire way to cause long term battles with depression, violent thoughts and behavior or use of drugs or other harmful substances to cope which can lead to death as well as suicide as I’ve said before. Central and Socialist policies have always led to the destruction of freedom and individuality as political prisoner Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn once said. Like I claimed before, when individuals feel contempt with themselves they seek to help others feel the same way and this spirit is what brings families and people together.

So in conclusion the death of strong family values are psychologically damaging and downright dangerous to the children of our generation. But they all stem from so called Progressive policies that really damage the individual rather than uplift them and until our leaders understand this fact we can no longer expect to grow up well educated, happy and successful. It all stems from the way we are raised and nurturing and we need to provide the right environments that can only be achieved through hard work, responsibility and faith in the individuals of our countries, only then can we reform families for the betterment of the next generation of children to be.

C

A hurricane is raging called Hurricane Confusion, it comes once every lifetime for all universes. The terrified emotions fearing the destruction of their very lives are battening down the hatches in the recesses of the mind. They are trapped in these catacombs of despair until the light of wisdom is shined upon them once again and the destruction above is repaired. The raging wind takes away all one’s mind loves to form a nee world that is not right to the soul, it treats your mind as merely a foundation to be built upon. The storm is a tornado of thoughts triggered by the evils and toxic disgusting famine of the outside world that berates one’s soul to the dead lands of life. This hurricane can last for a day or an eternity but the noble emotions, if encouraged to rise up, will crush it and it will never return. When they finally realize that man is king over nature as God is over man.

C

When I turned 14 years old my parents took me on a surprise trip to the beautiful American State of California. It was mentioned early on that my parents main intention of taking me there was to visit the famous Amusement Park Disneyland. The place where I was told there is great fun and adventure to be had and can even help you discover your true self. A place where dreams come true. Well when I arrived at this utopian sounding park and discovered a much different reality. A reality of little kids screaming and complaining and their parents too busy with their phones to console them. The usual L.A. smog and scorching heat and a place plagued by consumption and the selfishness of people, not to mention litter. I had fun on the rides of course but could not get over this disappointing feeling of a place that was hyped up like a gift from the Heavens even though it was just like visiting an average Six Flags, is this what Walt Disney intended for I wondered. When I think of Disneyland I dream of a place deep in the beautiful valleys of California secluded from all the problems of the world like anxiety due to work or familial stress. The fantasized image of the American Dream that anyone could enjoy.

I did however get another unexpected chance to visit another great place the Library of the 40th President of the United States Ronald Wilson Reagan. This place was up in the gorgeous Simi Valley in the wine country, nothing but shining fields vast as the eye could see and lush palm trees away from the bustling smoggy atmosphere of the great city of L.A. Upon walking into this secluded yet elegant museum I had no idea of the man I was going to learn so much about, all I knew up to this point was that he was President during the 1980s. From the first Exhibit about his upbringing in the Mid West plains of Illinois during WWI in his main street USA hometown of Tampico, Illinois. To the story of his father housing African Americans disallowed from staying in local hotels out of the goodness of his heart and how it shaped Reagan’s trademark humanity and interest in the workers and common people of the country. As well as the courage and intelligence of Americans in general. To his career as an actor and radio host where he found his passion for politics and economics, also powerful charismatic voice and speaking skills. His prosperous days of Governor of California and the marriage to his wonderful wife Nancy and their Campaign and eventual election to the White House in 1980, which changed the future of America forever.

Bringing back the simpler, patriotic and faith/moral driven days of post-War 1950s America with a Capitalist and free market based economy with smart and astute Entrepreneurs encouraged at the helm after the disastrous economic policies of the previous later half of the 1970s. Also his unprecedented ability to inspire strength and forward movement of the country. His strong and witty military policies that were able to bring an end to the Cold War and the horrific/oppressive Communist Regime of the USSR. That lead to establishing a lasting peace and friendship with the Russian Federation. Also his freeing of the Hostages in Iran and he and Nancy’s fight against Drug Abuse in America, especially among innocent youths, with the “Just Say No” Campaign. It was one of the greatest and most prosperous periods in American history due solely to his unquestionable patriotism, strong and witty resolve and wonderful charisma as well as  powerful speeches. This is the world that Walt Disney imagined for his grand creation of Disneyland, which I ironically found at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library, which has inspired me to pursue a career in politics for the future greater good.

C

 

Why I Write

I write because it is a way to express my thoughts without the emotions and drama that comes with being a Human Being. It is a universal way to organize thoughts and emotions and present them in a neat and civilized way. It is a form of communication which one can interpret for themselves and picture their own mind within the words on the paper. A letter from a distant location can warm the soul of a long away friend or relative or change the mind of a distant enemy. Writing thoughts or lists with piles of paper in front can bring a spirit and energy to me personally of intellectualism and serenity. Like reading it opens a path to a greater and stronger mind. This skill had ended wars and brought freedom to some of the harshest places on Earth.

The words of many of the greatest historical figures and artists have been remembered for decades, centuries and even millenniums due to the skill of good writing, even the words of the All Mighty himself. Great words, sentences, quotes, stories and excerpts from great works like the Bible, the Magna Carta, Declaration of Independence, Gettysburg Address and the hundreds of other most famous speeches of all time. From the great songs that cradle or light up our ears to the great plays or books that cradle or light up our eyes or more importantly our ever so precious and advanced minds. Our minds have made the world, our ideas and courage to express have boldly moved Mankind from the Swamps to the Stars and even the Moon, for all who say that the Skies are the limit. From great artists like William Shakespeare to Charles Dickens to Mark Knopfler and great minds like Benjamin Franklin to Henry Ford and to the great Martin Luther King Jr. Where would we be without this simple ritual of pen to paper and the magic of the power of words creased by the pens welded by the great minds and inspirations of the whole of time. For writing unites us all. 

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