Government Talk

So, I've been doing a lot of thinking about our government and economy, with a little bit of guidance and help from my grandfather. In this blog, I will be addressing several issues that confront our nation today.
The first issue is our economy. Since the wars in the Middle East began, our economy has gone steadily downhill. While this could very well be solely because of the wars, I think that even without them it was inevitable. Almost anywhere you look in the United States, most of the products you see are made in foreign countries, especially in East Asia. Because of the profits made from all of these products, the economies of these countries are booming and increasing exponentially.
Now, one may ask the question, why are so many businesses in East Asia and China, which is a communist country? Why would American businesses want to centrally locate in foreign countries such as China and Ireland? Well, the answer to this question directly relates our recessed economy. These businesses and corporations want to locate in foreign countries because the taxes for businesses in said countries are far lower than the taxes on businesses in America. Therefor, if the United States government lowered taxes on business in America, then more business would take root in our country and the economy would begin to recover.
After this, industrialization in America would increase. Because of the rising numbers of businesses, more factories and shops would be created to make the products and provide the services of the businesses. This increase in numbers of factories and shops would then lead to lower employment rates, which would lead to less poverty in America.
As a result of the rising amount of goods produced, America's exports would increase, thus increasing the wealth of the country as a whole.
Therefor, one small change in the legislature could in turn lead to the massive growth of our country's economy.
OK, now that that major point is out of the way, I will move on to another. Way too many people have a false view of our government. A lot of people talk about bringing democracy to foreign countries, but the thing is our country is NOT a democracy. In a democracy, the power is controled by a central government. We live in a democratic republic, which is a balance between a republic and a democracy. In a republic, there are three branches of government, with no one person in power of a branch. Together the branches check and balance each other so not one branch become too powerful, and each individual state is represented. I'm not very proficient with the different government type specifics quite yet, but I know enough to say that our government is not a democracy or a republic.

Anarchy

I'm in History class, and I just couldn't help but make this post. For those who aren't sure yet, the form of government known as anarchy is NOT possible in any way, shape, or form. I can't believe that some people want it. In a perfect world, yes, it is the perfect form of government, kind of like socialism and communism. However, we do not live in a perfect world, and therefore this form of government would fail terribly. People would fight over resources, goods, and food. If somebody didn't like somebody else, they could just cap that person and get away with it. Then, the dead man's friends would be mad and go cap the killers entire family. Therefore, there is no way anarchy is or will ever be possible.

My Life

My life is actually going rather smoothly right now! First, I got my first deer ever, and for Mrs. Sims sake I won't get into the details. Schooling is also going pretty well and I'm hoping to come out of this semester with all A's like I usually do. I strive to achieve straight A's not only for college, but also so I can learn more in the process because all information I can get for free now will help me in the future.
We also might be getting a dog! If we do, it will be a female beagle that stands 13 inches tall. My mom absolutely loves beagles and always has.
We have recently finished all of the major work in redoing the floor of our kitchen, which is a relief for me because it was tons of work. Although we used vinyl tiles, we got the groutable ones so we would be able to grout them. I'm not so sure that it's to make it any stronger or whatnot, but it definately makes it look a heck of a lot nicer. It was tons of work, but I think it was worth it.
Yesterday, I worked at my grandparents house and earned forty dollars. Usually around this time of the year, the work I do entails filling in holes dug by their four dogs with dirt, rocks, or concrete, usually depending on the location of the hole; oddjobs that they aren't fit to do themselves because of their ages; and hard physical labor around the house. Although this usually takes up most of the day, the money I earn is worth it since I have virtually no other source of steady income.
Towards the end of the work at my grandparents house I watched the football game with the Ravens and the Browns. I am an avid Ravens fan and I was definitely happy when the Ravens won. The score ended 21 to 14.
Next year I plan on playing football myself. Over the past couple weeks, accumulative research has tought me a lot of things about lifting, nutritious foods for building muscle, and recovery time between workouts. I had been doing a workout for a certain area of the body twice a week and was in pain, so I looked it up and found out you're only supposed to work one muscle group once a week so that the muscles can recover and grow. Working out twice a week rewarded me with little muscle growth and lots of pain, so I was relieved when I saw that. I think in the Rocky movies they over-dramatize him working out, preparing for a fight. Maybe that wasn't a focus on muscle growth, but instead a focus on self-discipline. Either way, things are working out well for me. Hopefully I can reach my desired weight within the desired times.
Anyways, I could probably go on and on and on with this blog about the same things, but I think for now this is enough.
Until next time, this is Timapheus Speak.

Back to the Blog

I haven't really been blogging much due to the fact that I have been utterly swamped with homework, but now I finally have time again. I'm so busy these days that when I plan what I'm going to do one day, theres hardly any time to get on the computer to socialize or blog. I have several things going on in my life right now at  the same time, and sometimes it can get really difficult to keep track of it all. Somehow, though, I manage to stay afloat amidst it all.
Anyways, I had my first speech this week, and although I felt pretty nervous at the beginning, I was confident by the end. It's amazing what tons of practice can do for you. I practiced the previous two nights as much as I could; even when I was just riding on the bus a mouthed the words to myself. Luckily, I didn't choke too much.
I really don't know what else to blog about today, so I'm just going to let my mind wander now. It seems as if finally I have my life under my belt now. I'm fairly certain of what college I want to go to, how I'm going to go there, what I want to major in, what I want to do when I get out, and how I want to live. Everytime I've explored and researched new careers, it seems they've always led me in a loop back to the military.
Although I'm good with engineering, which will be my major, and I enjoy it, every time I think about going into a career soley focused on engineering  I decide I don't want to do it immediately. Somewhere inside of me is a persistant, calm, calculated voice that keeps telling me join the military as an officer. Then I ask, "Why do I want to do that? Why do I want to be an officer in the field of infantry?" And then, after I think about it, I denounce my doubts about joining, time after time. I want to join not because I want the rush of fighting, killing, or anything like that; I want to join because I want to lead men into battle and save lives that way, whether it be the lives of the men under me, the lives of the native people, or the lives of people here at home. I figure, if someone joins as an officer in the infantry just to get a degree, they won't be a devoted and good as an officer in the infantry that joined to lead for a cause. I want to join so that I can replace the guy that just wants a degree. I think I can be good at that job because I try hard in everything I do, and if I do so in this case, more lives can be spared. Basically, I want to join to serve, lead, and save lives, and I am driven by something inside of me that is bigger than myself. That's really the only way to put it, even if it sounds like I'm trying to be self-righteous or so forth.

My Power Journal Last week

Power Journal Prompt 1: The Adventures of a Recycled Aluminum Can

It was a bright, sunny day in the small town of Petersburg, Indiana. A can of Pepsi Cola, perspiring a cool mist of moisture, was sitting on a table by a window in a small suburban home.
The can was enjoying his time tanning when, suddenly, the hand of the Creator came down from the heavens! "No!!!!" thought the can as the hand encroached the can and wrapped firmly around him, dispersing the perspiration across the can. He had seen this happen to other cans when he lived in the Siberian City, and it wasn't pretty.
The second hand of the Creator descended from the heavens, except this time going for the can's head. "No, this can't happen to me!" thought the can, frightened.
A groan of thunder came from the Creator. "Mmm!" it roared. The hand grasped hold of the can's head and, before he knew it, placed pressure from the can's head onto the can's own body. The can screamed with pain.
As quickly as it had begun, it ended. The Creator drank the blood of the can and then tossed the can in the recycle bin.
While the Creator was satisfied, the can was horrified. He felt so powerless and vulnerable. He had never bothered to imagine what the ordeal he had just undertaken would be like, and rightfully, for it was the most horrible experience a can could have.
Most other cans in the recycle bin were crying. They, too, had their blood sucked out by the Creator. Although they might have different brand names on them, they were all cans, and they all now had the same purpose. Each and every one of them wanted deliverance from their misery, and so they prayed.
They prayed and prayed, day in and day out, and finally their prayers were answered. One morning, a dim, foggy morning, the Creator moved the cans outside. Shortly thereafter, they heard a roar so deafening that it could shake the heavens. The Supreme Can God had answered their prayers.
The recycling bin was lifted from the Earth, the cans tossed into the belly of the Almighty.
Later that day, those brave cans were crushed and later liquefied and molded back into new cans, their pride restored, their prayers answered.

School!

Another boring day of school! And yet I still enjoy it for some reason. Perhaps I enjoy it because it's nearly the exact opposite of the real world to me. In the real world, you have to work your butt off in order to make a little bit of money. Here in school, however, I sit around all day, joking with my friends, do a little bit of writing, eat, and go home. School is much easier than working without a degree or anything, and I really can't stand how people sometimes say, "I hate school!" I personally don't like getting up early in the morning without caffeine, but for a free education, being able to see my friends, and getting out of work, it's definitely worth it.
On a different note, I am currently writing a story. This story is called the Rainbow Castle, and will be one of several installments in the series, the Adventures of Timerous Adventurus the Great. The story isn't necessarily directed towards a specific age group, sex, culture, or anything for that matter; the story is soley for my entertainment while I write completely off the wall things and mend completely different subjects into one. It is my pride and joy =)

Back Again

Alright, now that I am actually well-rested and I feel normal again, I'm going to start blogging a little more. Instead of writing about how I am feeling or something dumb like that, I'm going to talk about a topic that I feel strongly about, and I will go where my tongue makes me.
Ok, so first I will begin with the War in Afghanistan. Although I demonstrate and encourage support our troops in Afghanistan, I disapprove of the war. However, that is no reason to turn our back against our troops. Those men and women are fighting courageously for something they truely believe in. They want to keep us safe and happy here in America, and so they are keeping the fight over there. It's not their fault that they are fighting a disputed war. Like I said before, they only want to keep us safe. They might also be fighting for money to support their families in the United States, or possibly to support a mother or father on life support without any insurance. The thing is, you can't imagine or guess why any one person is in the military, because there are countless situations with complications that they could be in. They might do it for the money, or they might do it for a cause above themselves. I wouldn't do it for the money, because, honestly, the money isn't as great as people make it sound in the military. Many soldiers and service members do it for all of our protection; they do it to keep the wolves at bay in the forests so we don't have to in our village, where our children, families, and businesses are.
Now, granted, there are bound to be some bad seeds in the military, whether they be murderers or rapists. But the question is for many, what differenciates between a murderer and a soldier? Both kill, so would that mean that a soldier is a murderer? No, it does and it does not. If a soldier kills for the pleasure of killing, then the soldier may be classified as a murderer. However, if a soldier kills to prevent deaths, deaths of either their fellow comrades or the people at home, then the soldier is not a murder. For most soldiers, killing and death is not a pretty sight, mentally or physically, whether it be one of their's or an enemy. Both involve countless hours of tortuous reflection. So, being a soldier not only risks one's physical life, but it also risks their emotional, mental, and/or social discomfort for years afterwards.
My final statement on this subject is this: support our troops for the countless risks they put themselves through to support us.
This is Timapheus Speak.

First Blood

If there's one thing I like doing in school, it's blogging. First, I will start by introducing myself. You may call me Timapheus; that is all you need to know about me. A second thing: I have numerous goals in life, many of which I most likely won't accomplish. By the way, this post is going to be completely random.
So I've learned something recently. Many things seem possible in the world. However, to what extent you don't know until you try to do those things. While some things seem possible in theory, almost all of the those things will be extremely difficult and unrealistic to accomplish in real life. However, there is always the chance that you will accomplish your goal and make what seemed impossible possible. It just takes a lot of perserverance, courage, and patience to get there, which is something that many people don't have.
As for myself, I have embarked on a seemingly impossible journey, and even though it may seem infinitely difficult, I must keep going onward if I wish to accomplish my goal, which I do. I am the kind of person that will not give up if there still is the smallest glimmer of hope. I accept this lifestyle, whether or not it is healthy. The goal I wish to accomplish will require a lot of patience, trust, courage, and perserverance, and I am willing to continue on the track if it means possible happiness in the future. =)