I do not agree with the recent ruling of the Supreme Court that Corporations are people too. I have summarized a few things that individuals and corporations can and cannot do. The result of 1 out of 21 can in no way be enough reason for such ruling. When it comes to Item 21 (money), it happens that corporatons have somewhat too much of it. Oops, I forgot that an individual can get shot and killed by a law enforcement agent while a corporation cannot.
In addition to be ironic, there is nothing more potentially hostile than people who recently gained their independence from a foreign occupier after a long and violent struggle then take the side of another occupier of another people's land. If they claimed and reserved their rights to defend themselves, oppose their enemy, and free themselves from their masters, why do they deny today the rights of others to do the same?
A friend of mine of Algeria recently suggested that I refrain from empathizing with a people who was struggling through life and that I should enjoy myself instead just because I have a few privileges and rights the political and economic system had allowed me to have. Then I remembered a few suggestions I have read in books:
I recently finished reading the book "The Craft of Writing" by William Sloane, a short but very instructive book about fiction and nonfiction writing. I have compiled the following ten rules:
• Use characters • Select a point of view and stick with it. • Create scenes • Show and do not tell • Settle on a subject that you know (be sincere) • Ensure you know the meanings of each word you use • Use a lot verbal-force words. • Avoid the verb “to be” • Ensure your story has a start and an end • Revise, Revise, Revise… It was 5:00AM when I woke up today. I decided to have a great day today. That was easily said. The question was: Was it going to happen? I woke up early and decided to go downstairs, and my wife and my youngest daughter were still in the arms of Morpheus, the God of Sleep. I started the coffee maker to please my wife: She loves getting up in the week-end and finding the house filled with her favorite coffee aroma. I poured myself a cup, picked the book The Craft of Writing by William Sloan. The air was cool, and I felt cold in my toes, enjoyed the tingling and did not want to put socks on. As I started to read, the birds sang for me. Some sang from across the pond in my neighborhood while others sang from the trees next to Jim’s house. I saw six starlings flew to his roof, and two started to play and jump on each other. The others rested on his TV antenna. A crown flew to the edge of the pond and started to peacefully devour something. Further away, I caught a pair of ducks taking off from the pond. As they flapped their wings close the water surface, I noticed distinguish the water ripples and fade away. Both flew in my direction and I followed their almost rectilinear flight path. Soon they were 20 feet above me. Because they covered their webbed feet with feathers, their body looked like that of a cargo plane. A beautiful northern cardinal flew and landed on a two-foot tall cable connection pole behind my house. It jumped onto the grass and caught a green insect, jumped back up to the top of the pole before flying away. The sun started to shine on some pretty flowers next to me. My eyes caught the sparkling of the morning dew on the grass and talk weeds. That is when I ran into the basement and prepared my camera to shoot a few pictures. That's another one of my hobbies. On some dew drops on a prickly sowthistle, I saw the reflections of the houses across the pond as well as Jim’s house and the tall tree next to it. By the time I took the pictures, a bud opened, revealing a beautiful yellow flower with numerous ray florets. I took a first picture then an insect landed on it and tapped its, its wings wide-opened. I took a second picture. Then I focused on red daylilies before I returned to my book and finish reading one chapter. It has been a good day, filled with small aspects of nature. I plan to have many days like these.
At lunch today, a colleague from India was drinking a Vita Coco. I had not seen this drink before, so I naturally wanted to see its composition. In addition to it, I read the comments on the picture on the right. I found them to be funny. One said, " Don't tell the monkeys" and the second said, "means big hearts and small butts."
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