Mexico's drug laws, America's future legislation

Since the inception of our country, America more notable its government, has possessed an elitist, arrogant attitude when the topic of international policy is addressed. Consider the American revolution, while it luckily ended quite nicely on our behalf, troops were going against a force to be reckoned where conceivable we should have lost. Fortunately, the arrogance paid off and with a little help from our allies, we won. Consider instances where America intervened in Iranian or Cuban affairs based on our beliefs that "we knew better" & "we want to save the world," America caused conflict and major violence that could have easily been avoided had our desire been suppressed. I can not recall one instance where we have humbled ourselves to look at another nation to emulate their policies to help solve our own problems. Maybe following Mexico's and many other Latin American country's ideas will be the place to start. It is fact that the "war on drugs" on our continent, and I will even take it as far as to say our world, sees no borders. It doesn't see race, gender, sexual orientation let alone specific government. So why, when there are close bordering nations that are addressing the same if not worse drug problem we are, is America not looking for a new solution? Why do we view ourselves as better than to look at other country's changes and see if they can help us? Obviously the current plan isn't working because drugs are increasing everyday in our country. This might be the time to prove our humility and look to Mexico and other Latin American countries as they decriminalize drug possession and ask ourselves if this might be the best solution for us. Who knows it might let other countries know that when the last administration left, they took their arrogance with them.

Bruce's Hero

Bruce and Barder were best friends, more than the usual man and his dog. They did everything together; they laughed, played, slept and even cried with each other. Bruce had other friends but he didn't like spending his time with anyone but Barder. Obviously as a child Bruce was susceptible to sickness but when he was six years old he became really, really sick. As usual Barder was by Bruce's side to comfort him as he became well but this time Bruce did not get better. Bruce's parents decided that the best idea would be to take him to the doctor's office. As soon as the doctor's began running tests everyone knew something was wrong; two days later reports came back that diagnosed Bruce with Leukemia. There was nothing more Barder could do, his warmth and cuddling only helped Bruce with his pain of radiation. The symptoms were still there and Bruce wasn't getting any better. He eventually lost all of his hair and a significant amount of weight during his treatment. After months of battling the cancer it was obvious Bruce was losing the war, his doctor only gave him days to live. Bruce's last wish was to go for a final ride with Barder around the park outside. Eager Barder jumped at any chance to help, so he threw Bruce on his back and they went for the best ride either of them have ever had. Bruce was laughing and smiling just like he used to. Everyone knew it was the best way for him to spend his last day, unfortunately he passed away peacefully in his sleep that evening.

Creative Writing

"Charlie, Charlie come back!"Helena yelled after him, but she was to late Charlie was already gone.

Charlie is a struggling adult in the heart of New York City, as many are at his age. At night he is completing his degree in architecture at the prestigious New York University, during the day he is working at Williams & Co. design firm. Williams & Co. is the most powerful design company in the nation and Charlie is the bosses assistant. A million designers would kill for his job because with the reputation of working at Williams & Co. he could land a job anywhere. Charlie was being worked to his limit, he was sent on extraneous tasks and errands that would break the normal person. Charlie was determined to last at least a year, so he wouldn't let anything stop him.



On the morning of September 8th, 2009, the boss summoned Charlie into his office. "As you know," the boss started, "the French office is having their annual design exhibition here in New York this afternoon. They are displaying these new white, gold wheels. It is the ugliest item i have ever seen but the whole exhibition is revolving around the wheels so it must be a big deal. I need you to take them, you need to sabotage that exhibit. I hate the French office! You need to hide the wheels in a place no one from the french office staff would ever look. That is all, you're dismissed."

Charlie was confused by his new task but definitely not surprised. The boss was notorious for assigning him random errands so by all means sabotaging the French exhibit wasn't out of the ordinary.

With the label as the bosses assistant at Williams & Co., Charlie had no trouble entering the exhibition during the assembly period before the opening that evening. Using his mesmerizing charm, Charlie skated right by without anyone suspecting he was up to any trouble. When the main room was empty, he quickly grabbed the wheels and walked out the same way he came in. As easy as that, he had just ruined the entire French exhibition and no one would ever know he did.

The boss was always vague with his instructions but he insured that he had all of the bases covered when giving an assignment. Charlie recalled that his boss told him to, "... hide the wheels in a place no one from the French office staff would ever look. " Charlie, being a New York veteran, knew that there was only one place that the high class French workers would never go, and that place was the subway.

Charlie made his way to the underground platform just as the next train was pulling up. He was leaning over, to place the wheels inside, when he looked up only to see the entire French staff to get off of the train. Charlie stuffed the wheels behind him to greet his co-workers at they departed the train. Then it dawned on him, the French were celebrating their environmental week which meant the use of public transportation. Charlie turned and ran away as fast as he could, pushing through crowds and stampeding up the stairs to reach the surface. One of the French worker, Helena, noticed what he was carrying and began to yell at him just as he was running through the exit of the train station.

"Well, he's gone." Helena said turning around to her workers....