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Greetings all! This is the second part of my promised political work this week, this time focusing more on American politics rather than an international issue. Tonight, I zero in on a massive scandal for the current government in the United States, specifically the NSA spying program.   For those unaware, the National Security Administration has been secretly listening in on millions of Americans’ phone calls, and has been accessing the online activities and records of Americans as well. This apparently goes fairly far back, as revealed by leaker and former CIA employee Edward Snowden. The intelligence community, from the FBI to the D

“Yes, my lady. We will meet again.” Somehow his promise all those months ago was enough to keep her from losing her last vestiges of hope. The words had branded themselves onto her heart, glowing there like a sign of ownership, and for weeks after their last encounter, her heart had pounded with the expectation that he would be beyond every corner, that she would see his features in every face. Gradually, though, as more and more time passed, her vigilance lessened, and she could only comfort herself with the memory of his promise and touch. Six long months went by, and the echo of his words became a faint whisper in the back of

Greetings all! This post is directed at something that has irked me and some communists like myself in the past few days. I speak of the Brazilian popular protests going on right now, which have only just begun recently but already are consuming large portions of the population.   The first thing I will tell you is that you should not pay attention to what the rest of the world (at least, non-Brazilians) is telling you about the protests, and from what I hear my friends around the world telling me about their media reports, do not listen to them either. The protests which are currently going on are severely dynamic, but they have taken a de

Anti-American We work beneath the sun,   our sweat feeds the soil,   our hands pull up wealth while our tired blood boils. We work for them, on hands and knees for them, coming from a land that dares not question them. And they dare call us anti-American? We live without question, but fear drags us down. We are just as much a part, but we are still torn to the ground. We sing the pursuit of happiness, but their satisfaction is lorded over us. Our lips are tied, our shackles tightened, and in tears we cry. And they dare call us anti-American?

She was alone. This young woman started alone and now after meeting people who stole that loneliness away and made her whole, she is alone once more. It had been a strange experience, waking up in the morning to find someone there, someone who actually cared and wanted to see her. The ability to eat meals with someone and speak about whatever they liked, occasionally things she knew next to nothing about. The experience could be described as nothing more or less than addicting. Her life wasn't her own anymore and there was someone who loved her enough to wish she'd be there. But this lonely girl didn't notice that person's eyes when she was