Education is a gun. When you first pick it up, you may not be sure how to use it. You may not be aware of its potential. Heck, you might not even know what the point of it is.
But gradually, you will learn. You will learn how to hold it and marvel its body, so mechanical yet so full of life. You will learn to load it, hearing the bullets of knowledge click past your ears. The noise will scare you at first, and doubt will assail your thoughts. Are you really good enough to wield it?
Eventually you learn to cock the gun. The readiness, the excitement that bubbles from the gun makes you smile. At last, you are in control. Your teac
A Different Kind of Intifada by EmpressStarXVII, literature
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A Different Kind of Intifada
Entering now a week of attacks from Israel, Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas has asked the U.N. to seek resolution for a cease fire in the Gaza Strip (1). With hundreds dead and many more injured, Hamas continues to fire rockets in retaliation. Indeed, the aggression of the Israeli Defense Forces is terrorism at its worst. The kind that is sanctioned by the state. While all the attention is centered on the struggle of the Palestinians and the evils of Israel, we forget to target our condemnation on another body. Hamas.
One can not analyze Hamas without noticing the monumental achievements of building hospitals, providing schools, and food
God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. That very line, though the author is unknown, has been used many times to discount homosexuality as an abomination and something not worthy of the term marriage. In California, those who have praised that statement celebrate, as their voices were finally heard: the bill Proposition 8 illegalized gay marriage in the state. While this is an enormous triumph for America--as a country and a peoplethere is evidence which stresses that the struggle to protect marriage is not yet over; it just remains invisible.
In order to view t
The Morality of Homosexuality by Andalitebandit-6, literature
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The Morality of Homosexuality
A father picks up his newspaper the morning after he buried his son, a Marine Corps Corporal. He found the front page dominated by a story about protesters thanking God for killing another soldier.
The protester's justification? Their message is supported by scripture: God is punishing America for being tolerant of homosexuals and the death of soldiers is a welcome sign of Gods wrath.
How is a parent supposed to feel when their beloved child, who happened to be different, dies fighting to protect a people who's only response is Youre going to hell! and God hates you! ?
The claim in question today is "Hom
Master of Ravens
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My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of
Punctuating Dialogue: A Guide by WordCount, literature
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Punctuating Dialogue: A Guide
Standard Punctuation: Dialogue
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (th
Dear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate You by snappedchopstick, literature
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Dear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate You
It's true.
I hate yaoi fangirls, and I am one.
You may be looking at me with tears in your eyes right now and saying, "Why Chopstick... why?!"
Well, I'm gonna tell you why.
1. You're just writing about them because they're hot.
Let's just forget that they hated each other in the game. Let's completely forget that both of them were completely straight and had loving girlfriends in the anime. And heaven forbid I bring up the idea that they were really "just friends" in the manga. I'm not really bitching about drabbles or crackfics so much as I am the fifty-page-long epics that completely ignore canon.
AND I MEAN COMPLETELY.
Rinoa
The opiate of the masses
The straight heroin
Take a steeple and tap the vein
Feel the rush as cool conviction fills your bloodstream.
Blind faith soon kicks in to sooth your troubles
To wash away your pain
Your doubt
Your unneccesary reason.
As the high continues you see unintelligable lights which make perfect sense
And you never want to feel any other way.
Yes, you're a junkie, and you seek no redemption
You just revel in your sickness, Passing it on when you can.
You shoot up once a week,
Sit back in a dark room, and just feel the music.
The words take you
Away...
You're offered healing.
You're offered alternatives.
But y
Itchy,
so impatient,
just wait.
It'll all be better soon.
Death arrives,
exchange of hands,
powder-filled bag.
Life has never cost so much.
Little shelter,
cold wind and rain,
almost home.
Wherever that is today.
Cook up,
sit back,
deep breath,
and push that fucking plunger.
So noisy.
So silent.
So perfect.
So wrong.
So what?
I would spend,
forever,
in this moment.
If I could,
it feels so right,
so empty and forgotten
like the joining,
of body and soul,
together.
In unity.
In peace.
Choke.
Constrict the flow,
of the air you're breathing.
Convulse.
Ripping through the paradise,
of where you were hiding.
Pa
The Importance Of Being Good by deviantkupo, literature
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The Importance Of Being Good
It was not going to be a good day. It never was when she had to walk to the library to drop off some books. She'd put it off as much as she could and now, the last day she could keep the books, the sky was clear and the Earth was leaning particularly steeply on its axis towards the sun. Jessica never liked to say the sun was hot because it was always hot. Atmospheric conditions determined how hot it felt on Earth. It didn't help her mood that not only did she have to go out, but all the time she'd spent reading the books made it all the harder to go outside. To make things easier, she left fairly early in the morning, before the town centre w