It’s amazing how much attention you get when you reveal your love for change and hope has died in the current political climate. I am so angry right now that I am seriously considering voting McCain and Palin come November.
I certainly understand it is the nature of the political beasts to fight over the largest prize in the free-world. Yet something makes me pause when those so loyal to the ideas of hope and change wield their sharp and bloody swords and take aim at a candidate.
Yes, this has everything to do with Sarah Palin. While I thought it a brilliant stroke of genius by the McCain camp to vett and ultimately choose a woman as a veep, I was prepared for the slaughter once the announcement had been made.
I just didn’t think it would be the kind of brutal hunt and slaying that the liberals have managed to push while they hold their signs of hope and change. Frothing at the mouth and uttering epithets tend to lose you credibility in an argument.
It wasn’t just the child controversy plaguing Ms. Palin, but the blatant disregard of delegates as they were attacked while walking to the RNC. Angry protesters pushed men and women from Connecticut to the ground as they tried to exit their bus. The linked article above also mentions other issues popping up at the RNC.
What ridiculous and inexcusable behavior. I am actually embarrassed to associate myself with this camp right now. Once my temper cools, and I am soothed by the bard with the silver tongue, perhaps I will once again stand in Obama’s shadow and pull that lever.
Yet, right now the veil is gone. The sweet words and melodies that echoed hope, change and dreams once remembered in Martin Luther King speeches and John F. Kennedy rallies, are washed away by the injustices of the people who hold bloody Democratic banners in the call for political annihilation.
The people of this country have every right to be angry with how they’ve been treated by the current administration, of course. I feel your pain. Take your anger to the voting booth and vote for the person who best serves your ideals, but leave the childish and unforgivable bickering and bullying out of the equation.
Grow up.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but it never seems to fail on the days you’ve got some sort of baby crap/food/vomit/dirt on your shirt that you’ll end up running into that girl from high school and she looks absolutely fabulous!
I really need to start dressing for success. 
What do U say about my first college essay? 
Kathryn Baker
English 101 – Composition
September 2nd, 2008
The Internet - Not Just For Ebay
Using the internet for anything other than computer gaming, surfing web pages, or
chatting with long distance friends is a profoundly new experience for me. Finding out that I
could actually advance a degree with online learning through my community college was both
a relief and a curse. Reading Msnbc.com, emailing, and blogging will now take a back seat as I
continue my education.
When I originally decided to return to college, I was hoping to get my degree quickly and
easily with accelerated Saturday courses at Bay Path. I eagerly applied and was accepted.
Nervously, I began each day with a walk out to my mailbox, hoping to obtain the magical
“golden ticket” of financial aid, which would pay for the expensive program. Imagine my
surprise when I found out that I would be borrowing the monetary equivalent of a large SUV
worth of loans to realize my dream.
As a single mother of three children, living in a newly purchased home, and the rising
costs of well, everything, I turned my sights to a more affordable option; community college.
When I graduated from Enrico Fermi High school in 1995, I stubbornly associated those
two words, with an idea of failure. I was an honor student after-all, hoping to chase a doctorate
from a prestigious university. To me, attending community college was the easy way out. As
I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that taking baby steps can make a difference in sending
you and/or your family to the poor house, or out-right quitting any attempt to obtain a
marketable degree. By taking this accessible road, I’m actually excited about attending
Asnuntuck this semester, instead of dreading each footfall on a tangled and impassable
path.
As my full time employer starts a new fiscal year, my job as an Administrative Assistant
will devour a lot of my time. As I also value romping around with my children, I chose only two
online courses with which to start my school year. Both will allow me the flexibility to continue
enjoying the two main jobs of my life. Two courses a semester may delay my degree, however
I’ve fully realized the pain that over-work and stress may have cost everyone had I drowned
myself in full-time study.
I’ve never experienced an online college course in this digital age, so I can’t truly
be certain that I will benefit from this any more than I would, by taking a class on campus.
However, as I try to juggle work and life issues in my ever busy world, I can hope it will make a
significant difference with flexibly obtaining a degree. From what I’ve read, I am
growing confident that I will not only learn something of value, but I will enjoy it as well.
Truth be told, if I end up liking this type of educational format, I plan to fully utilize as
many online courses as I can while I work towards that cap and gown. After-all, nothing beats
sleeplessly sitting at your computer at midnight, as you hear the distant breathing of your
dreaming children through a baby monitor. Perhaps once I might have opened a web-browser
and wasted away the hours engaging in Internet related frivolity. Now, there is a
definite satisfaction that I am doing something worthwhile with my time, while simultaneously
avoiding purchasing priceless Battlestar Galatica memorabilia on Ebay.
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Now, I was originally going entitle the essay, “The Internet - Not Just For Porn” but after some careful deliberations with my friend, Pete, I decided to change the word “porn” to Ebay. I thought the original title was very cute, but apparently in the whole stuffy college world, being a smart-ass can backfire.
What the fuck?
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