The Answers in Front of Me

I’m thinking money. Funds. The fundraising of money to sustain a goal I have. I packed my planner and head to a bar I knew wouldn’t be in party mode in the early afternoon. That morning, I had just passed the mile mark on my jog and looked right at a glaring marquee above E-town’s, Historic State Theater. I caught a staff member headed into the building and took receipt of an invite inside to scope a venue for an event I have in mind. The sun not yet peeking, I still bled beads of sweat on the blue, thin carpet inside. I’d take the informative documents I collected and stuff them in my shoe, later to unravel them at a private table in Los Chalupas, my place of planning for the mid-day. I order a tallboy to supplement my exerts; perhaps the barley’d give me some protein. The complimentary chips and salsa certainly made for a nice filler.

I jotted, outlined, and literately brainstormed until I felt compelled to close my journal and check out the one of the best baseball players of my day, Derek Jeter, play his last MLB All-Star game, on the Latin-themed pub’s television. Now on the relax, a young man sits a couple of tables from me. Sports theory conversation, and general sports talk were volleyed back and forth, and eventually, I got acquainted with the Geologist based in Texas named, Nick. Me meeting a Geologist was far more intriguing than watching my favorite baseball team’s star player making his permanent exit from the game of baseball. Derek Jeter has established a book publishing company, perhaps he and I shall have much business to discuss in the near future.

Nick and I had sparse conversation over the distance of short tables and chairs, then exchanged phone numbers for when he would come back to Elizabethtown, I could show him some dining and entertainment spots. Before I left he and I talked about the job market, concerning career progression, and I noted from his experience, the importance of networking. I am to connect with a Geologist to swing golf clubs at the driving range of my local golf resort in less than a week! This is an exciting and big deal to me. As a business student, I get to further observe the microeconomics of a Geologist’s choice to study the lands, as infer upon the macroeconomics (concentrated) of Geologists’ necessary contributions to global progression and sustainment.

He and I acquaint with the parlor as I familiarize him with the parameters of our meeting place. I show him to the allocated driving range, and heave my vintage golf clubs out from my trunk; the irons chyme an amateurs tune on the way to the driving deck.

Interview with Nick the Geologist

I ask Nick why he wanted to become a Geologist. Was there a fascination that emanated from his youth?

Nick replied that he had taken a Geology course in college that he enjoyed. He stated directly in context, “[I] don’t want to be punching around the keys”. Field work is a major aspect for Geology professionals, and this Geologist did not find a cubicle job ideal.

Nick earned his Baccalaureate Degree from Cal State University and his Graduate Degree from Auburn University. After Nick mentioned that he was proclitive to a job such as a forest ranger (while in school) where he can be outside for occupation, I found that it was my safe assumption that his travels were a perk.

Nick’s Job of a Geologist

Nick was in Kentucky supervising an operation that consisted of “core drilling”. Core drilling is a common method for mineral exploration. Nick’s company, Lehigh Hanson, conduct mining in Kentucky for usable material. 50% of surface rocks in Kentucky are limestone (http://www.uky.edu/KGS/rocksmn/limestone.htm). The mission of Lehigh Hanson produces concrete, asphalt, aggregates, clay bricks and more. After Nick’s team extracts the limestone that had been mind for, the sample is tested. The testing process for limestone  adhere to ASTM Standards and follow four main steps:

  • LA Abrasion
  • ASCMC 128, 131
  • Sulfate Magnesium Test
  • Test for Specific Gravity

Perhaps the largest factor in determining that limestone (or other grounded, minable materials) are not usable is Alkalie Silicone Reaction or ASR. Nick elaborated that in concrete testing a “rock [could] take in too much water and break apart”. I infer that using material with a high Alkalie Silicone Reaction could result in a liability to the manufacturer if any damages were to occur to a person resulting from this faulty material’s usage in a structure. Geology.com reports that, in 2007 68% of all crushed rock in the United States was Limestone. Considering that large number, Nick’s tests are imperative to his company’s overall efficiency.

Wzzzzz. My ball jumps off of my four iron an hits the back side of a ground mesa on the driving range, about 170 yds out. Most shots were dead on. I didn’t exactly tell Nick that this is probably my best swinging day of this Golf season, so far; I left a little to imagination. Out comes the waitress with another pale ale for me and a large pizza Nick ordered. I sit back down to talk after zinging another ball toward my mark. Thinking Geologically for lateral conversation, I talked of the fact that the Asian Carp had been found in Kentucky. Asian Carp is a fish that reproduces more quickly than Kentucky Native species. This means that there are more Asian Carp eating more ‘food’ in the same ecosystems of our native fish. This has caused a lot of concerns for fisherman and Kentucky Wildlife enthusiast. I heard that the fish isn’t as good to eat as a primetime Bass or a Kentucky Catfish. In an effort to control this immigrant’s (Asian Carp) population, The Kentucky department of Fish and Wildlife hosted a commercial fishing tournament in Kentucky Lake and Barkley Lake on March 12-13, 2013.  The effort to “limit the number of Asian carp swimming in our waters”, relieved out Kentucky waters of over 82,953 pounds of Asian Carp (Source). That’s a lot of fish that could have been affecting our prided Kentucky waters.

A Chariting Guest

Nick an I were joined in company by a physical therapist named Rachel. She put a bug in our ear about her attempts to “cross the line” concerning opening doors of communication in [her] neighborhood.” Rachel spoke of when she had a lake/pond in her community in South Carolina that had been diminishing because of local inhabitant pollution. Her efforts were chartable:

  • Administer a neighborhood group to support the cause
  • solicit for  volunteers and grant writer
  • petition the city for money to help this effort

Rachel’s won a grant from the city for, City Beautification. The $1,500 helped buy equipment, feed her volunteers, and buy chemicals to clean the the barrened lake. She mentioned that when she left this South Carolina community that the support efforts had left with her.

Interview with Nick

Since I have not met a Geologist before Nick, I asked him about his connection with nature.

Nick gave me a leery look, yet a direct answer.  Nick uses good judgement when he’s in the field on the job. Nick will not blatantly kill an animal that isn’t harming him, yet, the jobs must get finished. He told me of a story when a D8 Caterpillar had run over a snake, while his company was clearing land. Whether or not the snake survived in unknown, but Nick tossed a tailed snaked out of the CAT’s path into the woodwork.

While another time, Nick told that he saw a large, poisonous black widow near a toolbox at his home. The Black Widow had to perish at the hands of the dominant species that day. Nick phrased in response to his discernment with wildlife and doing his job that, “I don’t kill things unless I have to.” This young man does well at what I call, administration discernment in regard to company goals.

Conclusion



Nick was now up to the tee-off deck. Not too impressed with my amateur set of clubs, he took a heavy swing that earned his ball a seat at the near 200yd mark, with a 4-iron. Impressive. He took a few more swings and finished with a straight shot that  I lost in the darkening sky, above some trees afar.

I think of how I feel about capitalism and the lesser evil that is, personnel expandability. Nick aspires to establish a career in off-shore drilling. There is big money in that. The Texas-based Geologists is not a fan nor a patron to fracking either; suggesting that increased earthquakes are a proof of the practice’s harms. So as I again prye into how he feels about capitalism in the free market, he replies, “To each his own”.  Surely, Nick is qualified enough to change careers, and having supervisory experience at mining sites will certainly help his changes of an offshore drilling job. I know this transition of ground-rock mining to oil has been made before. So with Nick, the Geologist, and his aspirations, he may one way or another acquire that house on the lake, that had been a haven of his youth.

The work-week night is getting late as some cornhole enthusiasts from Virginia, make their way onto the patio. Nick had to get to Home Depot before they closed. He had to pick up some acid. Nick educated, “Acid effervesces if its calcium carbonate”. I told him that my readers would surely know what that means.

 

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BBQ, Blues, and Bikes

I ride through downtown and see a metal blockade juxtaposed some real estate I’ve been eyeing. I detour and see that another square block has a locked entry into downtown square. I rode around to see what my route back was going to be and see motorcycles lined-up on both sides of the street.

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BBQ Blues and Bikes. Photo by Master Isom of Masterconcepts.org

I pull around and park. Peace officers were on every corner like lightposts, by the couple atleast, wearing non standard uniform or attire. They were on the job, as tourists and natives enjoyed the Blues Festival-like day-long event. I could hear some music loud around the corner, a bit behind the Masonic temple; either a live band or a hefty amount of amps and receiver. I walk down the street at see another cove of bikes in the Masonic Temple’s parking lot.

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A meticulous motorcycle line-up, on display at the Masonic temple’s parking lot downtown.

Cool bikes. I saw two that were really unique.

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One of two cool bikes I saw at Etowns, BBQ Blues and Bikes. Photo by Master Isom’s Masterconcepts.org.

This one and this one:

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Another cool bike I saw at Etowns, BBQ Blues and Bikes. Photo by Master Isom’s Masterconcepts.org.

Steel harmonica’s and southern strings still evaded me. I took the scenic route. There was a big huddle of people, and vendors lined one side of the street. Half way down, I saw a stand (owned by an art shop) selling craft beer; that’s a pretty big deal for a city that has only been selling beer for a couple of years or less, to allow public consumption. I inquired to a stranger for who owned the shop. I had asked the owner. She thought I was a reporter. The entrepreneur went on to tell me about a bourbon-based beer and another specialty I did not try, and the services her art company provides along with some of her future ambitions. The band kept playing.

I avoid a bunch of food stands on my way around the next curve; its summer and a couple of miles are on my to do list tonight.Image

I keep straight and put a flyer from a new diner’s street team in my back pocket. Behold. There’s a stage (I’d guess with capital exceeding $15,000) with Diunna Greenleaf and Blue Mercy warming up. I filmed a bit and took some shots. At some point during the warm up, she waved at me.

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Give the Drummer some. Photo by Masterconcepts.org’s, Master Isom.

I find the following song to be strong and tight. A perfect fit for the city’s bluesfest:

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Diunna Greenleaf and Blue Mercy made a trip to the Bluegrass State for Etown’s, BBQ Blues and Bikes event.

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All four members of Diunna Greenleaf and Blue Mercy, in Elizabethtown, Ky.

Here’s Diunna Greenleaf talking to a stagehand during her soundcheck before her 5:45 p.m. performance, at Elizabethtown’s, BBQ Blues and Bikes event.

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The Texas natives, Diunna Greenleaf and Blue Mercy blazed the stage and had the crowd dancing the best they could. The following video was from the actual live set (filmed by masterconcepts.org):

The event lasted until 10:00 p.m. and began before 11:00 a.m.. The bikes were cool, Diunna Greenleaf and Blue Mercy were very nice, and I picked up some solid information. Etown’s event isnt a first and isnt a last. Expect Masterconcepts.org to be on the clock for most of the happening events, where peoples people gather.

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Photo by Masterconcepts.org’s, Master Isom.

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Resilience, Pride, and Facing the Odds

A short essay.

Time goes by, drugs spend brain cells, and an occasional Annheiser & Busch drink bides my time and keep me objective. As you discover that any recreation is available and afterwards, you have to return to the life you have made or are paving for yourself, there is a solemn reality that is faced. You may observe someone in a defeat-us circumstance, or the same person that has a justified pride that you do not understand.  That was not worded perfectly. Let me rephrase. Some people are not disposed to success, yet know they can achieve among top grossers given the opportunity and considering their achievements, against the odds.

FACING THE ODDS

My state has been (in 2014) studying and trying to fix the chances of going to prison for inherently poor African-Americans (over 30% [pbs.org video production]). Without me getting too personally involved, I’ll convey this probability: I could point to a youth in my neighborhood and have a great chance that the young African-American I pointed at going to prison before he/she is 25. Certainly you have heard of these cliches, still they are very real to me. For some of these young people facing these odds, it is easier to get involved in unsavory acts before being given a safe alternative to a lifestyle. Example: “Hey, instead of me serving dope in your house, how about I give you the stuff and you sell it.” The latter is a chronic circumstance that may happen everyday. Keeping consistent with my article, some of these facers may choose to be an outlier and not subject to criminal penalty; thus identifying my prideful demographic.

*on a live and related segue*

I was watching a show, Jimmy Kimmel interviewing Shaine Woodley, (I was watching to see the hilarious, UNNECESSARY CENSORSHIP segment that didnt air; this must have been a rerun) and I noticed that there was a video production excerpt featuring his interviewee. Within that was a writer’s implemented character development. The characters in the American mainstream, fiction production (surprise, surprise) were in late teens and Caucasian young adults. As any writer would implement, they had their own problems. The scene was set in a driveway with these teens. A nice sporty car, and what I’d say was a neighborhood with a mean house price of about a quarter million dollars. I notice right away that this depiction is entertainment, and my mind operates that I should remain objective and note realism and production value from this depictions (I like to study). For a disadvantage person, the scene depicts something that is not attainable immediately; the nice cars and homes as a young adult. It would be a travesty for a trying [for success] disadvantaged onlooker to change their priorities of making a better future by thinking, “These characters are about my age. I want to get a car like that.” The latter quote suggests to the viewer a change of priorities.
Having a gut feel for success, or an innate ability to be, charisma, is not a guarantee walk-in for a job interview. Nor is it a teller to avoid the perils of inherent distress. Me, I have avoided a lot of trouble that was right in my front yard. I was not that young man writing about what was going on either. I kept my arm strong, let my name be known, and played the game by the book. You could say I’m a little late getting where I should be, yet:
  • I cannot help where I was born (nor)
  • Change the circumstances under which I was conceived.

Resilience and Pride

People love the Cinderella Stories; Stories of people beating the odds and embodying greatness. Succeeding is harder for people with no direction at home. If you did not know, the easiest thing to do when young, with not too sound advice and out of emotion, is making a bad decision. In my case, this was at about age ten to eleven. So, I cannot revel in a bad decision. I have to conclude that my decision(s) was right and lead me to the path that will breed me the lifestyle that will make me ultimately happy. This is pride. A pride that I am forced to defend. I’m defending the underprivileged and the people that make the right choices to succeed against the odds.

Superficial reproach lies with the facer. Becoming a victim is for the foul, so keep your plate full or stay in shape.

And don’t forget, you may see people that are super successful. Take into account that they most likely had something working in their favor (parents, a friend, or geographic location), so don’t get down on yourself for what you hand no hand in making.

This is the Iceman signing out.

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Who Desegregated the South, Before the Great Society?

My mind was full of energy after I knocked the flu out in the second round. I’m back to the phone calls, scheduling meetings, and things that make me appreciate my skills. So as my day winds to an end, I am aface with and beginning to appreciate astronomy more. My in depth outline and quantitative reviews of this, space, lodged me into a deep night that would show me the sunrise. My energy would remain at high, all night. My reception peaked about midway through a public broadcasting.

Civil Rights rings synonymous to Dr. Martin Luther King’s name. Dr. King, he earned his PhD. in Systematic Theology in 1955 (Brown, Mitchell. Louisiana State University, 2013) ; he was well educated. So, who is responsible for getting the Deep South desegregated, protected, and acknowledged by the federal government? During the John F. Kennedy administration, some collaborators of the SCLC, the desegregation agenda, and predominantly college students, put together a trip through the south to exercise human rights and racial equality. These activists called themselves, and are famously known as, The Freedom Riders. The trek was planned to go from D.C. through the south, all the way to Louisiana. Concisely, the first two bus fulls were greeted very flagrantly.

The first bus of Freedom Fighters was assaulted and destroyed by a type of molotov type explosive when it reached Birmingham city limits.

A representative of the federal government, by the order the president J.F. Kennedy, had to charter a plane to save the Freedom Riders’ lives. As he sits snug in his hotel room like a “good little errand boy” after a job well done, he gets a call from the attorney general, Bobby Kennedy saying, “Who the hell is Diane Nash (University of Fisk student)?”. It turned out that more activists were ready to come to Bama from Tennessee. The rep in charge of neutralizing the Freedom Riders called her. He says that she calmly told him, (in rebuttal to his aggressive demands that she and her group do not proceed) that she’s aware that people may die during their peaceful demonstrations, yet they have all signed their final will and testament [literally] and will be in Birmingham in the morning.

The racist Alabama governor, Patterson was even scared of the bigot mayor, Bull Conner. So, the Fisk wave of Freedom Rider’s were greeted with violence when they got to Birmingham as well as the Federal representative, on the president’s behalf, beaten. After international media exposure of these inequalities, President Kennedy was forced to provide the Riders with protection on their trip; he arranged for 400 US Marshalls (actually postal workers, misc. fed workers, and potential biggots themselves) to be in bama in the morning. Tension diffused to above mild. Under the cover of the wounded and now protected, King led a church meeting hosting about 1,500 (mostly black) supporters. They were agressed by stones being thrown through the church window and a mob of over a hundred wildly menacing native heathens. King phoned Bobby Kennedy, Kennedy called the governor, then the governor signed for Martial Law; hence King’s 1963 March on Washington and more of his public positions.

Dr. Martin Luther King took a blow to his stature from his students and brethren shortly after this martial demonstration. It was deemed imperative by the Freedom Fighters, and their council, including King himself, that the Freedom rides must continue into Mississippi, which would present another form of adversity for the riders. MLK’s loss of stature among these demonstrators was due to him rejecting the opportunity to ride the bus to Mississippi. It was alleged among the brave riders that Dr. King spoke of himself as a Jesus-type deity and that he regarded himself above the rest of them. Therefore, they were triggered to mockingly call him “Lordy”; as if he were indeed the Lord he allegedly portrayed. To be clear, King refused to go on the trips because he was on probation. Julian bond pointed, in the documentary interview I saw, that many of the Freedom Riders had been arrested more times that King and were on “probation on top of probations” (assumingly over sit-ins and unfair and unjust arrests). After the success of telling his church-packed throng at the First Baptist Church in Birmingham that Martial Law had been enacted, he certainly had the stars of a potential political future to fondle his gaze. Good-night, Dr. King.

Here is a link to the larger picture below, of the scene after martial law was signed into action.

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This was the scene in 1961 outside of a packed First Baptist Church in Birmingham Alabama, after Governor Patterson signed for Martial Law; he gave the documents to a National Guard Colonel.

Do not think that JFK was the man with the agenda to promote racial equality in America’s entirety, because thats not what he wanted. JFK wanted the racial issue in the south to go away; not to hear about it; not to have to deal with it. President Kennedy had a very big problem to deal with: The Cold War with the Soviet Union. After the bandwagon affect of the latter hoards of Freedom Riders, and international exposure on how blacks were treated in America, he had to propose and support racial equality legislation. JFK avoided racial inequality and segregation in the south during the time it was perhaps, the most needed. Maybe responding to a forced hand is the reason why the magic bullet segregated his vision. After a review of an informative and credible documentary, I do conclude that the actual Civil Rights Heroes (concerning desegregation in the south) were the first two buses of the Freedom Riders, and then the Fisk University riders that took it upon themselves to come after, to the south.

The White House and the Great Society (In short)

The old hound dog being led by a proud young boy, was Lyndon B. Johnson. The older man was nearly ashamed to be VP was nearly ashamed of his capacity juxtaposed the young, John F. Kennedy. Lyndon was the signer of the the many benefits , in law, that came to the blacks in America. This package deal was called the Great Society. Some of these ideals were on the Kennedy agenda, yet he was gunned down before he could put these into action. President Johnson did not win an election that year, he succeeded his deceased predecessor. Today, most blacks and minorities are Democrat. Around the 1950’s, my prior note is today’s antithesis. So, when Lyndon B. Johnson was heard saying, on Air Force One, “I’ll have those Niggers voting Democrat for the next 200 years” (as documented in Ronald Kessler’s, “Inside the White House”), he has already delivered on about a quarter of indenture. I do not know exactly why JFK had to die in ’63. Let your imagination build a House of Cards and assume the old hound dog to be the Kevin Spacey of the operation.

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Living in Real Life

Tonight, I hosted an event at the Towne Mall called, Cultural Awareness and Diversity, with Music. It was a public education event. Let me make this clear. I like to write. Not type inparticular, write. You know, writing. Pencils and pens on paper. Why do I mention this? I’ll get to that in a moment. My show was a success. Applauds and cheers abound myself and my performers. This was the hand I had in setting up the show:

  • I wrote the script and researched the data with hard facts; all sources cited.
  • I created a prop table tri-panel display for patrons.
  • I cleared the red-tape with the paperwork required for my performers and the mall venue. (Performer Liaison)
  • I set up all the equipment myself.
  • Layed out soundtrack background music for intros
  • Head of audio
  • head of video
  • personally performed four culture edifying songs
  • Host/announcer/Mc/narrator
  • stagehand

Of course it was my show, so all of this was what I wanted to do. I did the show because I felt the need to keep myself busy inbetween semesters and felt the need to give myself a more comprehensive responsibility. So what’s my gripe? My video feed did not come through fluent. My feed was disrupted a couple of times throughout the show. I used my back-up camera to record video from a tri-pod, and my entire event was not filmed. I feel slighted. I cant say, “hey check out my last show. It was great. I posted it online”. There was no possible way for me to supervise the filming while narrating, assisting, and performing. Still, I will supplement the lack of a fluent feed with tangible reports on the event from multiple aspects, for documentation.
This is repulsive. The very idea is less than me. I host a successful event and contribute to 100% of the coordination for booking and the overall success at the very respectable venue. Imagine that I feel I have to get on the internet, social media, and tell people about the success of my event. Think that I have to do this in order to seek some validation for what I know was a success and what I know actually occurred. The fact I do not have video footage (I haven’t yet looked to see what I actually got on film) to mean that I have to scrounge for proofs that I was even there. Me. Using my internet time to make an impression on people that arent a benefactor. I do wish that I had the video so that a potential benefactor could look at my previous works and feel comfortable backing me. Still, any investor worth their tongue in salt would read my reports I’ll put together documenting the event, along with some stills.

So the event was fine and beyond the cheers and aweful hastenings of attention, I was most pleased when a woman told me good job tonight and “I actually learned something”. She actually learned something. This proved the success for me. This was a public education event. Certainly, my acts and myself were entertaining to watch. The woman gaining some knowledge of our area’s diversity in culture by being at my event proves that my research and event hosting delivery was affective.

This thing called social media. I want to get online and enjoy myself. Or get on the internet and research, compile data, and fashion it into something entertaining or in otherways beneficial. The thought that I would need to not only keep my real-life goals an order of the day, but I would need to update social networks as a daily activity in order to make sure I don’t slip through the crevice of interpretive stature, is an insult to my actual person. I never had to try to be anything I am not. And for me to be all that I am and have to scrounge the afterbirth of my creative conceptions (video and photos that I have to take myself, for that matter) in order to have a say in a trendy conversation, or prove to people entertaining themselves online that I actually see my real face in the mirror, is less than me.

I appreciate the talents that were involved in my, Cultural Awareness and Diversity, with Music, event. I am also glad that the purpose of the event was instilled. People learned something. As another potential success looks up to me from this notebook with my signature in it, I conclude my message. I am glad to say somebody learned something at my event, most of all.

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I’m a Product of My Environment

Think of a couple of products of your environments, people. What makes people wind up products of their environments? Is it:

  • the situation people were born in?
  • the influences around a person?
  • the tribulations they have experienced?

I can say most products of environments seem to be fore the foul. Perhaps this is because of my cultural perspective. A fatherless minority youth born in the late eighties, I was familiar to Tupac and Biggie; I enjoyed rap music. Right away, neither are role models, nor any influence of which to gauge one’s own measures. I have heard some say, “Biggie was a product of his environment”. Consider that Biggie’s mom was a teacher in a school system. I came to know an inherent poverty, much deeper.

The easiest thing to do as a young man is to make a bad decision. People are not prone to failure, yet are likely to be influenced by things close to them that look better than their current situation. So what looked better to me? I was a highly astute athlete in highschool. I knew I could have gone pro. Instead of me taking those extra reps after practice, I knew that I had to earn money to eat, without the time for a nine to five. Then, as a highschooler, I was a product of my environment.

I was born into a curve, meant for only the most insightful and integretous to prosper. Instead of going right, agreeing with the hypocrisy and judicial debacles concerning my civil rights working mom I hadn’t lived with, I chose to answer life’s calls and reunite with the owner of my brilliances’ excellency. I hence became a product of my environment.

I had to comb through prejudice, instilled discernment from family, ironic denials, and life-changing losses in order to succumb to a gratifying path. So today [in short], I am a young man with an unmeasurable integrity, a leader to be admired, a passive lover, and the best man that it is possible for me to be. After much adversity and inherent traits of discovered glory, I am a product of my environment.

Master Isom

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The Bi-Partisan Prison

Propose a recognizable, national solution. Then have your committee sign an affidavit before a notary during a preliminary hearing. Then vote, and have the committee agreed to the best idea on the table. There you have the end of a bi-partisanship. If you can’t, then welcome to democracy. Until voiced officials have their opinions bound, then the turmoil of the dominating two-party system shall reign among the free voiced.

Wisdom is the echelon of progression- Master Isom. Look back at the 2012 Libyan conflict, then seek the rudiments. From July 2012-July 2013, there have been over 90,000 government administered murders in Syria. There has been no American, NATO, or United Nations intervention toward the Syrian conflict. America spent $150 million in a single day on missle attacks for the avocation of un-merited Libyan rebels against the Libyan dictator and in his lifetime the richest man in the world. Muammar Khadaffi murdered two people for committing capitol crimes in his dictated country, then their families and friends took to social media for reprise.The American and Libyan rebel supporters were hoaxed by the masquerade of social media to hasten to the unjust cause of the avocation of the Libyan rebel. Two ideals dominate American politics: conservative and liberal. The conservative or Republican ideal, (by my definition) is a people today that choose the personal preservation of wealth. The liberals, mostly Democrats, want to ensure the welfare of the general population. The possibility of conjunction to both ideals shall nigh the debate table. The wrong leader under a false pretense, momentous with the virtue of my observations, could reap vulnerability on the nation of America.

Today Barrack Obama, without much speculation, is a self-made American minority success. The democrat, former bar-test success, and current United States President does not baffle with accolades. Hes proven that a person can win in America. Presidential administration involves budgeting, gaining trust, and confidence. President Obama has spawned imperative progresses for the American economy such as killing the alleged number one terrorist and passing a national healthcare bill (something that may be proved a must for optimal government administration). Beyond his successes are the compromises that had to succumb to bi-partisanship. The way the government is set up, the president must seek the approval of an opposing party. That ideal in itself proves a stagnant compromise.

Who operates America, the citizens or the government? What do protestors and anti-government demonstrators want? Media coverage. An aware mind can identify the ultimate goal of a protest – media coverage. If you get online your home page (if not Google) shall reveal the latest news in our country. Most currently, you may see a woman flattered by a note on a receipt. Or an employee under scrutiny for the same. So, if it is that easy to become a prominent figure by buffoonery, then scrutinizing the government is a matter that could be all the more glorified. Unifying a government base could target anti-government protestors, and feed into the fuel that optimizes the American economy. If a change shall be recommended, then the citizens should be ensured that their proposals are not going to be discriminated against by a bi-partisan government, solely on their principle. A unified government can fuel the peoples’ avocation and ensure the integrity of the government structure. If you see someone talking of my ideals, seek their integrity before you conform, for I am the originator and mind ahead of its’ time that tells you the future of North America.

The bi-partisan prison is a state of being where you know that great ideas can be contested. Innovation cannot be sparked in the darkness of threatened reprisal; that is why America has thrived as a country of equality. For the unspoken and underprivileged that want change, the security of an administration that is free to thrive shall be the victor soon; not the government that remains divided. The bi-partisan prison is a state of mind and economics that has shown no permanent resolution. My non-fiction basis and novel shall reveal, in depth, the fallacies of today’s bi-partisan government and the direction and future of North America. I am a Republican that is open to change. A Republican that knows directly how it feels to have lost hope in the judicial system. Having a government that has a sole purpose to progression as a whole provides a relief upon unspoken ails. Divert from the comfort of security behind the inherent and navigate the future of North America as a unit. Folly is spoken in the drunkard routine – Master Isom. Some people are comfortable doing what they have been told, even when a better option is before them. My economic resolutions are revolutionary, and are mine alone. A man that is not me, shall devastate the economy. Rise unto the Master.

Master Isom

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