A Path To A Better America

So far off it seems at first, so close it might be already. Scary read, heartless, read. “Can’t happen!” I thought, “We are not heartless,” and then I looked around and started to rethink my statement.

A thought provoking, post, a satire, a warning to all of us, what could be if we don’t watch out for another. Please, don’t offend the author (or me for reblogging). 🙂

SKYLARITY

It’s a beautiful sunny day and you’re walking through the busy streets of your gorgeous city. Everyone is dressed clean and accordingly. Walking through the crowd someone passes by you with a horrible odor and destroyed clothes. Coming to a halt, looking around, all the beautiful people suddenly disappear and there are more people like that suddenly walking past you. You have walked into homeless territory. How can a city so beautiful be struck with such disgust?

I think everyone can agree when I say homeless people are mood killers and a bit disgusting. The amount of homeless people in the United States is tremendously high. There are about 580,000 homeless people in U.S. You cannot visit some cities without such filth filling up every corner of the street. I find it disrespectful for tourists to be bombarded by homeless people. They are there to visit and sightsee, not make…

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That’s how you grow corn the right way

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There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. Every year he won the award for the best grown corn. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year? ” the reporter asked. Continue reading

Helpless on the sideline~!

Helpless-Children

These days I feel more helpless than ever before. Maybe it’s something that comes with aging. I haven’t felt that way when I was younger. I feel like I am forced to stand on the sidelines and there is nothing I can do to change the game. I try and I try, but it seems that my ideas and my ideals are pushed further and further away. Sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in anymore. Continue reading